Chapter 1: 077 Joining Forces

Yu Xing concluded this round of exchanges and the next day sent both teams to investigate the two directions.

One was the status of Linglong Tires and Guo Chuan’s preparations and plans for air suspension.

After all, although it involved the supply chain, Nangpi was only an indirect supplier for electric vehicles; this segment belonged to the air suspension-related sector, and more importantly, it depended on Guo Chuan’s intentions—Carbon Silicon Group could only provide reference opinions.

Yet this also proved once again

the power of that strike, surpassing the peak of Golden Core, surpassing the King-sealing realm, and exceeding the absolute limit any Golden Core cultivator could reach.

His face flushed slightly; anything she drank, he brewed himself—from selecting the herbs, weighing them, to boiling the decoction—all done by his own hands. His heart was in it; he refused to waste it.

Passing through the courtyard, a tall threshold appeared before them. Crossing it, they saw an emaciated old man seated beside a brazier, sipping hot tea on the high dais.

Behind that terrifying Teddy stood row upon row of soldierly figures—the Imperial Court’s eighty-thousand elite troops.

Yet the moment the wound opened and blood flowed, the man was about to open the silver bottle when he suddenly frowned, then looked down—and his eyes flew wide open.

If this truly was a spatial spirit mine, then might the black portal connect to a spatial passage, with its ultimate destination being Cangwu Abyss, which Fu Jing had long desired?

Su Linyu clenched her fists tightly, a cold, sharp expression crossing her face—Gu Shaoze’s tactics were far too despicable.

Even if it couldn’t be pulled out, at least it could be suppressed; within the Shackles Realm, one could effectively control the demonic rampage state.

Ao Shun let out a furious roar, the sound shattering the sealed space and surging outward in all directions.

Now she regarded Li Zhen as her own elder brother, so she was deeply worried for his safety.

The imperial court couldn’t ignore this—more accurately, the Embroidered Uniform Guard couldn’t ignore it. The Embroidered Uniform Guard was responsible for the emperor’s personal guard, patrols, and arrests—in plain terms, they were the emperor’s eyes, guarding his household. But now that such a scandal had erupted in the emperor’s own courtyard, could you possibly ignore it?

Lu Yu’s kick just now, though lacking thunderous force, was still powerful enough to shatter stone and split rock.

“Hua Lao from the Chinese Traditional Medicine Association called this morning about you taking over as president,” Gu Xiaoman explained.

Without the Nine Transformations Sword, fighting a Fifth-Rank Lower-Grade God would have taken me a full day—I’d barely win, and even then, it’d take half an hour.

“Then… how did you get inside my body?” Situyuan asked, voice trembling with dread.

“Who’s Ghost Sixth Granny? Is she from Sanqian Mountain?” Yan Shiyi frowned, vaguely recalling Zhang Xueying’s mention of the witch from the camphor tree alley on Sanqian Mountain.

“True. How do you even mix these magic herbs? Just blend them directly?” Bao Zi had never prepared such magic elixirs.

Xue Qin Duan Gu Dan would significantly aid Xia Tian’s cultivation; if obtained, his body refinement would advance further.

“What can I do? Didn’t you hear? The Emperor’s grown tired of me,” Hua Fenglan said. Suddenly, a middle-aged man walked forward. “Father, why didn’t you join the Emperor on the hunt?”

Hua Fenglan turned her gaze to Zhu Maomao, who sat with red-rimmed eyes, silent. Her blood surged hotly to her head, her vision flooded red, grew dimmer, then she fainted.

Only they and the Marquis’s servants witnessed the scene; others in the mansion had heard Xia Mulan’s scream but knew nothing of what had truly happened. As long as those present kept silent, no one would ever learn of this disgrace.