Chapter 958

The Great Ming’s maritime opening is advancing steadily; the purpose of the Zhengya Bell and Drum Tower is to provide timekeeping, allowing ships arriving at port to calibrate their clocks, calculate longitude, and determine their position at sea.

The Zhengya Bell and Drum Tower is built only in tributary regions where Great Ming’s ritual law forms the dominant culture.

These tributary regions are not actual prefectures or counties of Great Ming, but rather secondary civilizations under its influence.

Places like Mexico, Peru, and Chile are Spanish—

Seeing the resolve in his eyes, Qiao Anqing’s inner doubts and hesitations also dissipated considerably.

Bodies exploded in succession; all the Zhao family members were instantly reduced to blood mist, not a single survivor left—only terrified expressions frozen at the moment of death.

Yet Elizabeth acted as if she heard nothing, completely ignoring him, skipping merrily toward the backstage area.

“I have no say in this matter,” Tang Wan said, handing the soup to Shen Shuci, then turning to look at Jiang Jinshang.

Each one is no less formidable than an extraordinary being, and some have even reached high-rank strength; they hide behind low hills, preparing to ambush.

The black scales, glossy and gleaming, were each enormous and indestructible; the aura they emitted was unparalleled. Qianyu Hua felt that if the black-scaled giant serpent intended to kill them, they would have no chance of escape.

As Ye Kun departed from the Xuantian Law Gate, Xuan Xiaozi, seated beside the stream on Xuantian Peak, slowly opened his eyes—clear as crystal, within them swirling specks of starry rivers.

He began to doubt himself: was his behavior not obvious enough, or was Gu Jinran simply slow to perceive?

As for water supply, mastering magic is incredibly convenient—Olga Marie and Enkidu can both convert seawater into potable water; the magic cost is negligible.

His tone was fierce, yet neither of the two responded, making the atmosphere even more awkward and drawing curious glances from the young prodigies of the Immortal Realm.

After registration, Si Chen underwent a soul force test to determine her rank. The staff informed her that every time she participated in the Soul Duel, she must first undergo a soul force test to match opponents.

“The Chaotic Wind Hammer Technique is excellent not only for combat but also for forging metal—the Blacksmiths’ Association would surely need it,” Si Chen suggested.

Although Si Chen scoffed at the Shrek Academy’s teaching methods, she had to admit the Grand Soul Duel Arena was indeed an excellent place for Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing to hone themselves, so she let Fengland do as he pleased. After all, the entire Suotuo City was hers—what trouble could possibly arise under her watch?

In fact, his appearance and physique stood out sharply among men; even at forty or fifty, if no one pointed it out, no one could guess his true age.

Fang Ping’an truly felt as if his pre-system bad luck disposition had returned.

Even if I didn’t know the black-robed man’s true identity, do you think I’d tell you?

I thought the two of you were already divorced, but now it seems things between you aren’t that simple.

To be honest, Zhang Huan and Bingbing weren’t surprised by this result, but they were still delighted to have it confirmed.

In contrast, Xuanzi had fully inherited Zhang Shiyi’s carefree nature—he didn’t feel anything was amiss at all.

Upon hearing this, Zhongli Shuo immediately understood that the old emperor had grown suspicious of the Crown Prince and himself, and was ordering him to gather evidence; only with concrete proof could the old emperor directly punish Shangguan Hong, and the Crown Prince would likely also be branded with the crime of colluding with court officials.

Since it was work hours, Jiang Qiuer wore standard OL professional attire, albeit of much higher quality; combined with her alluring figure and delicate face, she appeared even more captivating.

When Zhao Guodong rushed over in a panic, he found his coworkers weren’t anxious at all—they were laughing and chatting as they walked toward Lao Liang’s spot. By the time Zhao Guodong arrived, a crowd had already gathered there.

Cui Minzhou spoke this way for good reason; in his view, such overwhelming strength could only belong to a supreme master, so he feared that any lapse in hospitality might provoke these Qiangzhe to leave in anger—a disastrous outcome for Phoenix County.

“Commander, enemy forces are attacking our frontline—and they’re using artillery,” Gangben hurried in.

From the space necklace worn on his chest, he retrieved the treasure map he had collected earlier; the final illustration clearly depicted this underground palace.

The black horse let out a mournful cry; due to its massive size, it couldn’t dodge quickly enough and was struck by several silver needles, staggered, then crashed to the ground.

“What, Youbeinijiatianwangdarenganchuwuzile ？” Bao Cheng, the big bun, slung his arm around Ameng’s shoulder and suddenly appeared right before Zhao Guodong.

“If you don’t want to stay, leave!” The masked man didn’t move, yet his thin lips spat out words without courtesy, instantly silencing me—I obediently sat beside him.

If supported by sufficient heavenly and earthly power, he could replicate countless copies of himself, each identical in cultivation, strength, and ability—none diminished.

Du Gu Shuqin rolled her eyes at Lin Peng, took Liu Xiana’s hand in one, Wang Xinyi’s in the other, and strolled away leisurely.

Zeng Guofan examined the man’s attire: he wore a green regimental uniform caked in dust, straw sandals tied to his feet, pant legs rolled high to reveal thick black leg hair; a thick black beard covered half his face, his eyes bulged like walnuts, glaring fiercely at his opponent as if no one else existed—he was clearly a seasoned brawler.

Zhang Qingxu seemed utterly unconcerned, smiling as he spoke, thus finalizing the matter.

Sun Hao advanced step by step, gripping his purple-gold staff; the onlookers’ hearts trembled! Could this man possibly fight ten at once?

Liu Fan and Dian Wei halted their horses in the center of the battlefield, watching as Wu Juemi and his group approached. Wu Juemi, Tietishi, and Wu Mo walked forward calmly, glancing at Liu Fan, then at Dian Wei, whose eyes blazed with fury—each felt uneasy.

Soon, Liu Changyou entered, followed by a trembling old clerk. The clerk’s eyes were red and swollen, his eyeballs bulging grotesquely from their sockets.

Not long after, the county office posted another notice, instructing all boat owners within the jurisdiction to bring the document issued by Magistrate Hu to the main hall to exchange for their original boat permits.

Guo Nianfei said nothing and didn’t nod: “Let’s go see how he is first—if not, you can stay here!” As she spoke, Guo Nianfei smiled.

Milan had already prepared breakfast: ready-made bread, milk to be warmed, and salad dressing bought from the supermarket.

“Hehehe, because we kill without mercy, never sparing a soul,” the short, stout man spoke.

Even without any hairstyle styling, the other person remained stunningly beautiful.

“Just drink this for now—I’ll go buy granules right away.” The aunt had already searched the entire house; having lived with the Jian family for so many years, she knew her young mistress’s preferences, but with such a high fever, there was no time—she had to drink this first to bring the fever down.