Chapter 206: Farewell, Grandma

The method of cultivating the Iron-Eating Firefly is actually not complicated; after Shen Siyuan carefully explained the cultivation process and key precautions to Zhong Xiaonan.

She finally understood why Shen Siyuan had asked her for help.

Because cultivating the Iron-Eating Firefly is simple: just provide sufficient metal, suitable temperature, and use some artificial methods to induce ovulation—it's not complex at all.

To Zhong Xiaonan, who understood insect behavior intimately, these steps were as easy as eating and drinking.

"When did you learn to be independent? You always come asking me for help…" Yang Senior Brother said with disdain.

"I… why did you suddenly think of me? Where's your boyfriend?" Li Meng feigned politeness, secretly wondering if he'd also been drawn to her artistic aura and planned to replace her.

In just half a day, Li Wen had gained 100, 00 Dao Values; though not comparable to major factions, if this pace continued, the gains were still substantial.

A creature entirely black as a shadow, yet upon close inspection, faint blue blotches shimmered within its darkness; its rigid face constantly shifted—moments ago it was dark and numb, the next it became vivid, almost human, as if countless faces struggled within it.

"I'm afraid you think they're after your money, but they actually want your life," Han Li continued speaking to Fang Ying in the car.

The 20, 00-meter attack vessel isn't high-end—how did it even manage to slip past the uppermost defenses and reach the lower levels?

Those who succumb to demonic gluttony initially harm only themselves, but at their peak, they eat anything—unable to distinguish between loved ones and food—leading to countless horrifying calamities.

Originally, I only intended for my own company to make a gesture; now things have gotten worse—I must involve the entire conglomerate in this relief effort.

He looked down and froze, pupils contracting in terror; he instantly performed a backward bridge, barely avoiding a cluster of green-smoking solar true fire.

"Do you think someone with my terrifying strength needs others' support to become team leader?" Zhao Fan said.

Suddenly, Ye Lingshan leaned against Zhao Zixian's shoulder, eyes closed, looking utterly at peace.

Su Yi entered and saw this scene—everything in the world changed, yet the imperial palace remained the same day after day, year after year; the imperial kitchen, unchanged as ever, as if no matter what turmoil raged outside, nothing here would ever shift.

Yan Yu had now fully awakened and recognized the speakers as Zhang Lishi and Wang Liushi—the two wet nurses brought from the estate that day.

"I just wanted to give this to you," Hong Zhou said, pulling a light-brown embroidered silk pouch from his waist and handing it over.

"What nonsense—we came together, so we leave together," A Liang said, slinging Quan Su onto her back and striding toward the window, leaping out.

Thanks to this, by the time Shi Jiaer had finished half her sundae, Xiang Ye's brain resumed normal function.

The two men silently lit cigarettes, two men, two pairs of eyes—deep and bright, destined for greatness.

This elder possessed wisdom, strategic vision, knew when to advance and retreat, understood reason and principle, worked diligently; though not a business talent, he was undoubtedly an outstanding administrative manager.

"They've started fighting—got beaten badly!" Lü Junqing had always handled underground faction coordination here, but his opening words shocked Li Chen.

Bai Nian sneered, "Scrape your face off, and I'll release her—how's that? One face for one life. Fair enough, right?"

Early the next morning, before Le Shantang could act, Jiang Nuan left the Xiao Yao Prince's mansion with A Wen. Today was the eighteenth day of the twelfth lunar month—ordinary to most, but for Dou Ya, it was his wedding day.

"Wuxiang Staff!" Seeing this invincible ancestral weapon, many couldn't help drawing a sharp breath—even the Supreme Beings were startled.