Chapter 899

The strategy of shelving disputes when poor, asserting historical claims when powerful, stockpiling grain, building high walls, and delaying the title of king has never gone out of style!

Establishing the Chitu Electric Bicycle Company, and later launching electric tricycles, electric motorcycles, aerial three-bounce vehicles, and all-terrain Lynx vehicles, all count as steps toward stockpiling grain for Li Dongling Gaoké's automotive division.

Only with funding can they support themselves; only then can the automotive division survive on its own and avoid suffering another

"Why not turn our weapons into jade and silk? Come with me back to our organization's headquarters—I guarantee you won't be disappointed." He had survived the great war twenty years ago not just through his martial soul, but through his wits.

"I've already decided to go to Beizhou myself," Ming Yan said indifferently; after all, Beizhou had already planned to act personally.

The stereotypical image of the Heavenly Emperor instantly shifted from a distant, non-living "deity" to a living, breathing human.

The Heavenly Court claimed to have no desires or needs toward the mortal realm, so it remained a lifeless statue, never governing the human world.

At least he had reached the level of Martial Path Stage One; by contrast, the Black Snake's eyes seemed to hold a touch more humanity.

Though suspicious in his heart, Jiang Ning feared alarming the serpent—his injuries had not yet healed, and if these dozen Yùpú Realm cultivators were enemies, he had no second Qianli Piao Wuzong Talisman.

Fang Yuquan lacked special bloodline, but his innate talent was far from "mediocre."

None of them are fools; the elders know some of whether these scholars spread falsehoods. Though their claims are jarring and their historical analyses aren't orthodox records, their general assertions are largely sound.

His plan allows no room for error—even if Heaven's King himself came, this month he would utterly exterminate the Shanhai Army of Guangshating.

"It seems nothing in Wujing City can be hidden from the General. Indeed, I have trained in a Heaven-Class combat technique called Tianxuan Sword Art," Jiang Ning admitted openly.

Long Hua shook his head, sat down on the chair, and slowly poured himself a cup of tea, bringing it to his lips.

I sighed. It was too late to undo it—what good was dwelling on it now? This wasn't the time to think about it; I should focus first on rescuing them.

Her body lurched sideways, and like her fake boyfriend, she slammed straight into the wall—harder this time.

Xiao Ye fell silent, hesitated for a long while, then said: "Fine, I'll go. I took this job—I'll share the consequences with you, no matter the outcome. I'm just afraid of dragging my sect down." He spoke as if heading to a heroic death.

Especially for someone like Wu Di, an elite who had undergone countless trainings—the difficulty was dozens of times greater.

Zhang Chu, walking ahead, noticed not a single tail following him; he strolled with calm self-satisfaction, his entire mind fixed on the painting, happily imagining how delighted Gu Niang would be when he gave it to her.

Long Lin Fei looked at Long Long Tianwei, his face expressionless, and walked in slowly, swiftly scanning the room. Yet his sharp eyes lingered a moment longer on the window and the table, before finally settling on Long Long Tianwei's face.

As the two clashed, the people controlled by Tu'an inside the golden bowl gradually regained clarity, aided by the Buddha's Sanskrit chants from the Western Heaven; the "Shixin Demon Parasites" expelled from their palms dissipated as black mist, though their spiritual cores had not yet fully recovered.

Just as the base gate was about to open, a fleet of black luxury sedans drove through the line of reporters outside—Obadiah had arrived.

I knew I'd been tricked, but I had no choice but to keep asking—Fourth Master refused to help, and this old turtle was the only one willing to assist, and he was an ancient demon with vast experience.