Chapter 624: Who Puts Their Heart on the Stage to Speak—Cheap

"Mm, the moneybags is here?"

Jiang Nian looked up, slightly surprised. He had long known this award was tied to grades, but it wasn't based solely on grades.

The main idea was "comprehensive consideration."

The unspoken meaning was: pick people from the same pool. The standards were set by the leaders, and if it weren't so, Jiang Nian wouldn't have made it either.

He could get an award, but a first-class award was a stretch.

As for the moneybags Xu Shuang, it should be on merit. Both grades and overall "quality" made her an all-rounder.

"Mm, the moneybags is here?"

Jiang Nian looked up, slightly surprised. He had long known this award was tied to grades. But it wasn't based solely on grades.

The main idea was "comprehensive consideration."

The unspoken meaning was: pick people from the same pool. The standards were set by the leaders, and if it weren't so, Jiang Nian wouldn't have made it either.

He could get an award, but a first-class award was a stretch.

As for the moneybags Xu Shuang, it should be on merit. Both grades and overall "quality" made her an all-rounder.

But if this common human nature were taken a step further, it would become a kind of original sin—gluttony.

Clearly, before descending to the mortal world, Marshal Tianpeng was a marshal of the Heavenly Court, commanding a hundred thousand celestial troops of the Heavenly River, and was very familiar with many matters of the Heavenly Court.

"Wu Yan, you opened the Herb Hall to make money anyway, share some spirit wine with me, I won't be polite then, hehe." Xu Ruoye, who usually spoke little, took the spirit wine in a carefree manner and tucked it away. Seeing this, the others also tucked their spirit wine away.

For this voyage, the situation in Annam was also one of the tasks the fleet needed to understand. After Zheng He and Wang Jinghong discussed it, they decided that Wang Jinghong would lead a contingent of five hundred soldiers to find local guides and proceed to Vijaya.

After returning to the headquarters of the Monster-Catching Bureau, the first thing they did was hold a funeral for the deceased Wang Ruijun.

"Big Brother, what's going on? I heard someone pulled up our herb garden on Purple Gold Mountain?" Gao Yu and the others hurried over and asked.

After a while, footsteps drew from afar to near, and Qin Shi Huang, escorted by a squad of halberd-bearing guards, arrived in the courtyard.

Suddenly, the sword thrust into midair began to hum, and then Lü Gaoyang swung the sword out. In an instant, sword Qi surged forth, and sword shadows flashed one after another.

The abilities of the Heavenly Eye Saint exceeded imagination. He stretched his palm forward, and the Cloth of Fate began to extend boundlessly outward.

Ling Jiantong swallowed hard. Since parting from Meng Xueyuan at the Dongyi tribe last time, she had not heard a single word about Meng Xueyuan. Even though the Dongyi had been repelled this time, Situ Qianchen refused to mention Meng Xueyuan at all.

Facing countless attacks comparable to high-tier three-star skills, Dou Shen finally panicked and could only fumble to parry again and again. With his Commander fifth-layer strength, it was impossible for him to forcibly break out of this four-star formation skill, so he could only wait for Qing Binghe's spiritual power to be exhausted.

Gong Chuyue didn't even know how she had walked out of the Pear Fragrance Garden. If it weren't for Bi'er supporting her beside her, her legs would have been so weak she could barely take a single step.

The opponent's breathing was steady, the eerie smile on his face unchanged, his robes immaculate. Clearly, wounding and capturing these hundred-plus cultivators had cost him almost no effort.

"T-tell him what?" Although she had guessed what Meng Yu meant, Shi Tong felt that saying it so directly would be too embarrassing. Right now, even her speech had become halting.

"Dream Demon City has lost the protection of the dream realm—doesn't that matter?" Qing Binghe voiced this concern worriedly, but was lightly patted by Qing Yueling. Qing Binghe knew that was a reminder to herself: don't ask about things beyond her control.

But Situ Qianchen slightly raised his eyes, his face still an expression of undisturbed calm. His gaze was piercingly cold, cold like a bone-piercing frost blade. Without uttering a single word, he had already crushed the furious Mu Zhen with sheer presence.

Watching Du Gan turn and leave, the three members of the Li family felt somewhat relieved. They exchanged glances, offering each other borrowed comfort.

Li Hezheng held the gourd in his palm. Instantly, his arm sank, and from the jade floor beneath his feet came a crack. In an instant, spiderweb-like fractures were stamped into the ground.

The dignified Sect Master of Beacon Fire Sect, a peak ninth-layer Intent Realm cultivator, half a step from True Lord—when had he ever been so ruthlessly trampled underfoot?

Lin Mohan walked to Mo Qianxia's side. The dangerous aura emanating from his entire body made Zhao Wei and Zhu Tou not even dare to exhale.

"Xiaoxiao…" Seeing Xiaoxiao's affectionate look, Bai Yufei simply didn't know how to dissuade her. She had never seen her wear such a sweet expression, tinged with a hint of unconcealable joy, and within that joy, a happiness brimming over.