Chapter 873: Settled in One Go; Another Refusal

"Produced by Huayi Zhu Kong Chu Pin, with Guan Hu's Qiyinxiang Film & Television co-investing, written and directed by Director Guan Hu, the main-melody commercial film 'The Eight Hundred' was officially announced this morning at the Magic City International Film Festival…"

"Huayi Chairman Wang Wang Zhongjun introduced on-site that the film 'The Eight Hundred' is based on the 1937 Battle of Shanghai, aiming to celebrate the 'Eight Hundred Heroes' of the reinforced battalion of the 524th Regiment, 88th Division, Third War Zone of the National Revolutionary Army;"

The film's budgeted investment reaches as high as 700 million RMB…

But thinking of her own situation, it wasn't much better. Although the Special Services Bureau had erased her criminal record, that didn't mean she was fine—she had been under surveillance by Special Services Bureau personnel the whole time, with no freedom in her personal life.

Precisely because of this, even though the Spirit Realm was far stronger than the Yin Spirit World, when it came to soul-related Gong Fa, the heritage of this world simply was not as comprehensive as that of the Soul Clan.

The old man did not hold the reins, yet the two white horses seemed to possess their own intelligence, obediently trotting along the road. This allowed him to free one hand to press down on the wooden staff across his knee, while the other hand held a slender pipe, the embers among the fine, delicate tobacco flickering on and off.

Romans waved his hand, having a grey-robed elf take some bread and provisions from the wagon's cargo box, and distributed them to the refugees living at the narrow pass of Hope Valley.

Yet, he minded the way Gu Jianli looked at Ji Director Wu Jing, minded the familiar gesture of her affectionately draping her hand over Ji Director Wu Jing's shoulder.

It was just a pity that the mountains, rocks, trees, and grass of the Spirit Realm were not real—even the air carried a rotting, bone-chilling aura. He truly hoped that one day he could leave the Spirit Realm and return to the real world.

As his strength grew ever stronger, the Three-Eyed Cat had long since stopped taking the King of Gods to heart; the next time he encountered it, he would absolutely not let the other party leave alive.

It is said that there are also gaps in the giants' intelligence—some of them can understand human speech and trade with humans. Others, however, are like beasts with no desire to attack, stubbornly guarding a fixed area around themselves, treating anyone who dares to set foot in that area as an enemy.

"President Ji, everything's been arranged, and the car is ready to pull around. Take a look—shouldn't we be setting off?" Ban Zhenye happened to come in just then.

"Go wash your hands, we're eating." Modra handed the half-elf boy a Mao Jin, she said with a smile.

When Fang Hua first arrived, she truly wanted to tell Jing Yun to know when to back off, hurry and transfer to Class F, and stop dragging down this class's average score.

Now, only about a month or two had passed since the initial arrival of the age of myth.

Just as she stepped through the school gate, a tall, sturdy figure suddenly flashed out from the side, directly blocking her path.

After learning that Wei Hong was going to make a move against Qianyang Mountain, Yu Yu Huaji was slightly surprised. Last time he had returned empty-handed—yet in just eight or nine days, did he have such confidence?

This was hard labor. Wei Hong toiled here like an old farmer hoeing the fields during the dog days of summer, sweat pouring down like rain.

Having settled on the method for dealing with the Blood Marrow, Wei Hong called Yu Yu Huaji over and ordered him to send word to each Dao: spiritual materials and great medicines that nurture the body, nurture the spirit, and replenish blood and qi—have each Dao search for them at once.

And the Red Harbor was barren and thin; even searching in the manner of Wasteland Dust life, the amount of Yuan You obtainable was extremely limited.

Siyu's body was condensed from raindrops, her silhouette graceful as a fairy. Her features could not be seen clearly, yet she gave one a feeling of gentleness and nobility.

Countless cultivators had gathered here, their gazes burning as they stared downward, itching to rush straight into the passage entrance of the Ten Thousand Ages Sword Tomb.

Yet, a figure wreathed in miraculous lightning suddenly appeared within the dusty temple, appearing behind the Yellow-Robed Yin Lord.

Ever since returning from Jingcheng, Wang Wang Xiaochen, who had been downcast for nearly half a month, had rallied once more.

Looking at the wooden commode—square and proper, already taking the shape of a modern toilet—Lu Qingcao couldn't help but steal a couple more glances.

Wei Ya violently twisted his head, his bloody maw instantly gaping wide over Yao Yao Dazui's head in a fierce tiger-devouring posture.