Chapter 953

“Your Majesty, this minister is dull-witted—why are these Viceroys willing to come?” asked Li Changchun, Right Vice Minister of Rites, with some confusion.

Ling Yunyi laid bare the fundamental, existential conflict between the Great Ming and the various Viceroyalties of the East Pacific.

When Spain’s homeland declined, how could the East Pacific Viceroyalties ensure their own survival? This became an urgent problem.

Ling Yunyi saw it; the Grand Secretaries saw it; the court ministers saw it too—even

Whenever a guild or organization undertakes a unified mission, formal regions must supply troops with medicine, gear, and other provisions—the old saying holds: “Before the army moves, provisions must precede”—and the same logic applies here.

In truth, the clothes Lin Feng had changed into were still that same Zhongshan suit, only washed by Yang Qianqian.

But now, having witnessed that battle just now, Xie Ling reconsidered: letting this treasure be taken by him wasn’t so bad—better to treat it as a gesture of goodwill.

Everyone knows the crying child gets the candy. If you don’t speak up, how can others possibly understand? On Earth, nearly ten billion people—who has the patience to constantly care for others when they’re already overwhelmed with their own affairs? If you want something, why not just ask for it plainly and openly? Would that kill you?

At this moment, Jiang Lin was like a humanoid tyrannosaurus, relentlessly punching, his cultivation pushed to its utmost, the Chaotic Void Force fully unleashed. His thought was simple: crush Ji Qingchen with this most brutal method.

To be honest, Jiang Lin was deeply frustrated—he had never imagined such a thing could happen. By sheer accident, the World Heart had intervened, forcing him to break through.

Under the enthusiastic farewell of the five FE Group members, the reporters failed to notice the most valuable interview subject crouched nearby—Li Yingjun.

Hearing this, the occupants of Box One seemed stirred by Le Tang’s words, raising the bid once again.

After Heaven Walker left, Yun Qianqian racked her brains—but before she could devise a plan, Jiuye arrived.

The moon hung high, bright and gentle; its soft light bathed the night in temporary calm and peace. Moonlight fell upon tree branches, casting mottled black shadows, scattered like tattered strips hanging from the limbs.

They were merely Qi Condensation cultivators—whether at the tenth or first level, before Zhang Hao they were instantly obliterated.

Because they were closest, Lan Xiao’s family saw it most clearly: the water dragon was no mere illusion—it appeared solid, like a true dragon, complete with whiskers, claws, and scales. Its eyes glowed fiercely. The dragon’s body stretched over ten meters, circling through the air, drawing gasps from below.

What a pity—if only she’d known, she should’ve held Zhao Xin’s face and kissed him longer last time.

At the bottom, both sides were lined with solid wooden wheels; even with a dozen strong oxen pulling, the speed remained extremely slow, mainly because the entire outer surface of this so-called siege tower was made of tightly packed massive logs, appearing immensely heavy.

In truth, he couldn’t understand what about Ling Wei had caught his eye—he instead found Ling Wei full of flaws and shallow.

Zhang Hao followed Ge Sheng’s pointing gaze and saw a massive structure floating high above, surrounded by a multitude of flying swords.

After a day’s interaction, Ye Xun had fully trusted Ling Li’s identity and character, and so he detailed every piece of information he held, to prevent Ling Li from wandering like a headless fly later on.

The boy huddled in the corner, sweat drenching his forehead, his bangs soaked, hiding bloodshot eyes beneath; his hands pressed hard against the ground.

The digging time varied—sometimes, if one stayed in a single location long enough, one might even be lucky enough to encounter zombies who had also come out to scavenge for resources, just for a snack.