Chapter 174: Street Stall Business Is Also a Contract!

"Uh, let me ask— if it's just about proof, what's the highest rank I can reach?" Wu Wang suddenly asked about the appraiser ranks.

The female appraiser from the Tower of Order immediately cut in.

"Master level—even without any advanced tests, you just need to complete enough appraisal orders to gradually rise from apprentice to Master…"

She hadn't finished speaking.

The male appraiser from the Special Affairs Bureau

Long Lengrui gave no reply, but his subordinate Lin De immediately understood what to do next: show them out.

"If you didn't hear, fine. Idiot—you can't hear what you should, but remember what you shouldn't like it's etched in stone," Qin Jianghao snapped.

He was usually arrogant and defiant, unyielding to anyone—but to raise money for his mother's medical bills and avoid being fired, he swallowed every humiliation and pain, hiding his wildness and fearlessness.

The young master's figure grew taller as he stepped out; even at one meter eighty, he had to tilt his head slightly upward, his shoulders broadened by two inches, his waist narrow like a bee's, his back lithe as a monkey's, and his once slightly immature face now unveiled a striking beauty—this sudden transformation left Mu Heng frozen in place.

Though the county garrison's words were reasonable and pleasant to hear, to the Northern Peace Army, it was like judging men through a crack in the door—ignoring them entirely.

Who dares compare with Prince Yi? Didn't you see even Prince Rong couldn't sit in the Hall of Diligent Governance, yet Xiao Li was seated?

"That's right—this one came from the same hand as the batch of sliding shafts we bought outside earlier." Finally, the old man set down the metal shaft and let out a long sigh.

So, my divorce from Qin Jianghao had been public for less than two weeks—relatives and friends all knew—but none knew it was a fake divorce; they all thought Qin Jianghao had dumped me, looked down on me, especially now that he was rich.

With a roar, Wu Yuan was yanked off the ground; he no longer looked arrogant or boastful. Li Tian stared at him, wishing to grind his bones to dust. Even though Li Miu cherished the Lianyuan Army and remembered General Qin Yi, he staggered forward on the support of his personal guards until he stood before Wu Yuan.

"I'll go in first—you wait here." Jian Wuchen gazed at the towering Nine-Tiered Tower and spoke to the Jian Ji beside him, his tone leaving no room for argument.

He took out the storage bag and checked inside—only low-grade artifacts and talismans, two blank inscription stones counted as valuable, and not a single spirit stone.

"Shall we attack both land and water routes tomorrow, or shall the Eastern Factory strike from the water while you, High Lord, lead your remaining men to assist Lord Ma in assaulting the Provincial Governor's Guard Camp?" Feng Zhiyuan suggested.

"Master Xingguang, write a few couplets—I love your calligraphy!" Zhongli Qing'er looked up, her eyes and brows brimming with gentle warmth, as if it could cleanse the soul.

In Kilija City, Serus suddenly sneezed, as if seized by an ill omen.

Lady Zhao could not stop Qi Wan. As Qi Wan followed the palace attendant into the palace, she immediately sent Bai Hui to inform Qi's Grand Elder.

As Li Sigui's body lifted into the air, Jiang Daofu stomped the platform and shot upward, his entire body spinning like a whirlpool of seawater, crashing violently toward Li Sigui in the sky. Along the outer edge of the vortex, countless tips of Jiang Daofu's Splitting Water Daggers kept surging forth.

"That's strange—why won't this old man leave? What's he doing here?" Caesar muttered, puzzled.

In the depths of night, when he thought of such things again, he no longer suffered—only a faint melancholy remained, sometimes even a kind of comfort.

"It's not that Auntie asked Xiangyi to come—it's what the boss demanded, I had no choice." She only talked, didn't offer food—how foolish of me to say I was hungry just now. Luckily, I'd already eaten at the Lü household before getting off the carriage; otherwise, I'd have been fighting her on an empty stomach. Clearly, Yueqing's decisions were always right.