Chapter 235

"One-Word Secret · Slash."

As the page boy silently recited the skill's name, the paper-made Green Dragon Crescent Blade in his hand became as real as a genuine weapon.

It descended with immense force toward the Prince's head.

But the opponent merely raised his precious sword without changing expression to block it.

At the instant the two were about to make contact.

The page boy's lips curled into a faint smile.

"My Lord, paper is a fragile thing—when it meets a blade it cannot withstand—"

Ye Ming felt a sharp pain in his left ear; without thinking, he followed her away from the table, hunched over, head tilted, lips twisted, like a puppet dragged by his ear, stumbling out of the private room.

Only when they launched attacks could one sense them—and even then, only with spiritual awareness; without it, Li Yang might have already been slain twice.

A thunderous boom—enormous energy projectile descended from the sky, carving a trench dozens of meters deep that blocked the zombies' pursuit of the soldiers.

Li Yang watched Su Fengxiao's movements, his heart warmed; for the current situation, Su Fengxiao was better suited to handle it, so Li Yang remained silent.

At this time, firecrackers were made of impure gunpowder wrapped in red paper; when lit, they would blast the paper aside into shards and emit a loud noise to frighten off demons. Lu Ping had seen the specially made long firecrackers and wondered curiously whether this one without a fuse could burn completely.

"Later, pass on a message to your father: Liangzhou is suffering a severe drought, and the people are so poor they can't afford clothes—ask him to show some compassion and accumulate some merit," Lu Yu said.

Their conversation was not shielded, so Li Yang, who had been watching below, naturally heard Lian Wu's demand; his expression changed instantly.

Before the Qingting Mountain council hall, a streak of light descended, revealing two figures: a burly man dressed as a Qingfu Elder and a youth with vacant eyes.

Ye Ming replied "Alright," hung up the call, and returned to the meeting room. Upon entering, he saw Zhong Yin had stopped speaking and sat there with a furious expression; others wore awkward looks—clearly, he was angry that Ye Ming had left to answer a call during his speech, so he had simply stopped talking.

Beyond personnel quality, the construction of the factory, the provision of power and energy, and the resolution of raw materials all require time. Yimeng is better prepared; two years from now, the industry's official launch should pose little problem. But solving the power and energy issue in the northwest will take considerable time—whether production can begin in two years remains uncertain.

Zhen Tiantian stared blankly at the gilded invitation placed before her; it now felt painfully bright to her eyes.

Su Can was overwhelmed with excitement, so much so that he momentarily forgot he was trapped in this secret realm and unable to escape.

"This… is a Soul Pearl—of lower-tier Heavenly Lord grade. That beast king dared to provoke me; after I slew him, I directly extracted this Soul Pearl and kept it by my side," the Eternal Night Heavenly Lord's voice rang calmly yet arrogantly in Su Can's ear.

"Indeed, the lives of northern civilians are worse than those of dogs in the past! I ask you—do you despise war?" Zhao Chen said.

Well… this guy had completely turned into a groveling sycophant toward the man surnamed Su; expecting him to resist was pure fantasy.

After reaching this level, the fat man and his group found treasures beyond measure: diamonds and emeralds piled like grain stores; the flashlight beam swept over them like a constellation of stars, each item of top-tier quality. Their bags were full, so they discarded some larger, slightly inferior gold artifacts.

Her lovely face suddenly twisted into a strange smile; Bai Xinyu, who happened to glance her way, felt a chill run down her spine.