Chapter 105: You Must Attend These Negotiations

After hearing it on the phone, Lin Ran felt a deep sense of reflection: the merchants of Xiangjiang had endured the tides of historical change for a reason.

Regardless of whether their business philosophies were outdated or lacked innovation, regardless of how they always sought stable returns through rent after growing wealthy, they undeniably possessed their own strengths.

To be fair, in that era, a lack of innovation was not necessarily due to intellectual limitation—it was also tied to the historical context.

In the Qingxuan Sect, from top to bottom, no one failed to revere the Grand Elder; the Fourth Elder was no exception. Nan Gong Yue knew the Grand Elder’s identity and was well aware of his past deeds, so she too held deep respect for this elder.

About half an hour later, in the main hall of the Qingxuan Sect, seven of the nine elders had gathered—clearly, they were the Fourth Elder’s allies.

Yet, seeing this, he was stunned—his entire previous understanding of his elder brother was utterly overturned.

“Get out of my way! These treasures were discovered by us first—whoever stands in my way dies!” Yun Mo Shi roared, his furious qi surging into a crushing wind that shattered everything in its path.

“Here is my resignation letter. The war situation is now clear. After all these years, I’m tired of this life. Please deliver this letter back to Chongqing and see it processed.” Xiao Qing pulled an envelope from his pocket; on its front were written three large characters: “Resignation Letter.”

Last night, over drinks, she had grown close to Xu Yi; tonight, Xu Yi pulled her out of her suffering and avenged her, filling her with boundless gratitude and intimacy. She had no ties left, as if abandoned by the world, and all her thoughts naturally centered on Xu Yi.

“Kneel!!!” A thunderous roar erupted from the nearby forest, rolling like thunder, making ears ache and causing trees and grass around to tremble.

Under the old system, one jin equaled sixteen liang, and one liang equaled five hundred grams, so one “big yellow fish” weighed three hundred and twelve point five grams today. The “big yellow fish” was a standard unit; wealthy families typically kept several gold bars as family savings.

The more he learned of Zhao Jiuzhou’s power, the more terrifying it seemed—he was an utterly fearsome presence, undefeated since his appearance.

For this, Rog had no sense of unease: in the Star Sea, only his father the Emperor could enter without a permit; everyone else, including himself, required verification.

Before him, the three men bore the weight of their very survival, pressing all their hope and reason to live onto him.

Ye Chuyuan inwardly grumbled, but to prevent the stone table from collapsing, she immediately removed the metal pieces from the table.

Early that morning, Chen Xuan and the others, without complaint, planted explosives beneath dozens of buildings surrounding the stadium. The amount of explosives was sufficient to destroy enough load-bearing columns in each building—and Fan Yao had already tampered with the buildings’ foundations to ensure complete collapse upon detonation.

Outside the imperial palace hall, the powerful beings of all clans cried out in terror and rushed toward the city gates.

Lin Junhuang had no memory of allying with Di Xiao; therefore, Di Xiao must have contacted Lin Junhuang only after he was controlled by the Mind-Controlled Worm.

The Holy Body, the Tyrant Body, and Jiang Tong were all supremely confident—if not for Huang Lingjue holding them back, someone would surely have already left Ma Jun’s side to carve out their own empire.

He accepted all the constraints fate had placed upon him, and he cared not how much more he must give to this world; in exchange, he would henceforth live as he pleased, taking and giving as he willed from this world—regardless of how posterity might judge the dynasty he ruled.