Chapter 583: Life Is Hard, the Mold Performs for a Living (Thank You, Captain Ironblood, for the Alliance Sponsorship)

Xu Shuang was reading Shi Tiesheng's "Notes on the Void" when she received Jiang Nian's message.

She didn't quite understand it, but she persisted in reading.

She casually laid the book down on the glass coffee table, opened her phone, glanced at it, then typed a reply.

"Let's meet at the usual place."

"Alright."

The first thing Jiang Nian did when he got home was take a shower; after healing, he was once again full of energy.

As if he had just woken up that morning.

Long Mu's heart tightened; he stared at Lu Mu with a pale face. If this were discovered, it wouldn't just be a matter of assigning blame—it would be a crime punishable by clan annihilation.

In his memory, Cynthia had never been this angry before… This was the first time, and she had directed her rage straight at him.

Fan Zhao recounted how, ten days ago, when the wedding boat had anchored in Wuxi, he had asked Bai Hua for a fortune-telling and received the Floating Dream Pill, which had transported him back to the era of Yu the Great taming the floods.

The Governor-General of the Two Jiangs, Huang Tinggui, humbly submits: Concerning the Acting Governor's capricious reversals, I respectfully report the facts in full, beseeching Your Majesty's wise consideration.

Next, the cultivators would inevitably fight a bloody, earth-shattering battle for the inheritance; at that time, none could escape the bloodshed, and none could guarantee they would be the last to smile.

Ye Luoyu's Mud Wall was a technique born from his study of those viscous liquids, capable of neutralizing enemy attacks through the liquids' immense resilience.

"At least we should bury him," Lang Yu vaguely saw that the man seemed to lack one thigh, his torso a mess.

"I wonder who brought these Four Sages of Lingnan? They got taken down so easily—Fan Xian'er must've been prepared all along. Should we still move?" Someone whispered to a companion in the shadows.

Tan Tai Mingyue smiled; she believed Zhang Ruming was indeed capable of such a thing. After all, it wasn't a killing blow—beating him up was just wasted effort.

The second-place manager was Louis van Gaal, one of the most failed Red Devils head coaches in people's eyes, with a home win rate of 68%.

Luo Ranchu's expression remained cool in response to Ruan Zhi Shui's greetings; she gave a slight nod but kept her gaze fixed on Qin Wuyan and Tang Xinhu.

"Your Highness, what's wrong? Let Nai Nai help you work it out." Nai Nai had appeared beside Songjō Gikō without notice; since being pardoned by him, she had been consumed with shame and gratitude, and devoted herself entirely to pleasing him. Seeing him troubled, she spoke with concern.

Why isn't there a name as grand and imposing as "M" or "Chain Defense"?

The figure approaching the door halted but made no move to turn; coldly, she said: "Don't interfere. From now on, don't meddle in my affairs!" She lifted her foot to leave when sudden, searing pain struck the back of her head, and she collapsed.

Attendees included family members from both sides, royal houses of various nations, and other friends and dignitaries; even the repeatedly expanded church was packed. Pedestrians lined both sides of the street, waiting for the carriages. A local news channel had been specially assigned to broadcast live; the current footage was inside the church.

Since ancient times, Go matches have always proceeded from the edges toward the center; placing a stone on the tengen occupies the core but leaves no defensive advantage—it is to forfeit the initiative. Thus, unless the players' strengths are vastly unequal, no one places a stone on the tengen. Sanada Yukitaka's move was an extreme act of contempt toward Takeda Harushige.

According to Senjuro Byakuya, this was a wanted notice signed by the Central Forty-Six Chambers, which was why the opponent had launched an attack without hesitation.

With her mood sour, her beautiful face wrinkled like a steamed bun creased with folds; her figure swayed, and the jade pendants at her waist chimed faintly. Mo Ruzhi absentmindedly picked up the jade maple leaf the Emperor had gifted her, turning it over and over in her hand—her initial joy upon receiving it had long vanished.

"Ye Shu, did you find out what I asked you to look into?" Xi Die asked coolly.