Chapter 124

The Baixiaosheng website launched a new section.

——Dialogue.

On the last day of February, Yu Xing, still in Jingcheng, posted a thread titled “Business Tycoon Who Aims for 500 Billion in Revenue Teaches You E-Commerce.”

Unlike other sections, this new column was not prominently placed, nor was posting permission opened—it allowed only comments within the thread.

Even so, a single post in “Dialogue” attracted massive user clicks.

He immediately ordered: “Bring men, set fire to the mountain.” At General Lang’s command, soldiers began preparing to burn the mountain.

Breaking through the Liang army’s encampment clearly couldn’t be achieved in a short time; even with nearly 150,000 troops on both sides engaging in open battle, victory rarely came within three days, so maintaining morale and physical strength among the soldiers was especially crucial.

He simply couldn’t swallow this humiliation, so he devised this two-birds-one-stone scheme, which concealed an even greater conspiracy behind it.

Before the man finished speaking, Wang Chen waved his hand and instantly sent him flying, his entire body embedded nearly into the wall.

Now that the transaction was complete, she wanted to rid herself of him immediately and return to handle family affairs.

Lu Yu even suspected that if Medic Old Man wanted to become clan chief, he could do so in an instant—except he was devoted to the Art of Medicine and refused to be bound by worldly affairs, hence declining the position, which only made him more beloved by the clan.

Although he possessed the space bracelet as a convenient tool, Lu Yu wouldn’t rely on it too heavily, because being able to craft a Fasting Pill entirely through his own alchemical skill, without the bracelet, was also a form of cultivation—sharpening his mental strength, endurance, willpower, and inner state.

Originally, Wang Chen had no intention of interfering with such supreme factions, but since Leng Bing was trapped in the Qiu Bei Luo family, Wang Chen would definitely go retrieve him—if he couldn’t return, it meant both would perish in the Qiu Bei Luo family.

After a while, more and more Aronians appeared, until suddenly a tremendously powerful aura descended from the sky, enveloping the entire land.

Upon hearing this, Xue Mingyue learned Zhao Yun’s grandmother was recuperating next door; out of politeness, she had intended to pay her respects immediately, but the medicinal effects on her body were still lingering, leaving her weak and limp, so she postponed the visit.

The scarred man said nothing, turned away expressionlessly, and I mentally memorized the face of this man named Liu Feng, marked by a scar.

Qin Aofeng coldly watched Xiao Yu, whose mouth was full of blood, listening to his mocking words, and furrowed his brows.

Thus, He Zhan naturally brought up Shao Guang and Yin Shen, claiming that with these two aiding them, success was guaranteed.

“Bring the food.” As soon as the words left his mouth, a guard entered the cell carrying steaming meals and placed them before Shanwa’s cell door.

Night deepened; a few dark clouds drifted across, wrapping the crescent moon in their embrace. I leaned against a pillar of the corridor outside the hall, gazing at the distant twinkling stars. From the pitch-black grass, occasional cricket chirps echoed.

Just as I was thinking, the neighboring cell door opened, and several jailers threw in a middle-aged man, his body drenched in blood.

At this moment, the elder of the grandfather-grandson pair who had brought Xiao Yifeng to the Xi Men clan, Fang Shan, exclaimed in awe.

They could only watch helplessly as this supreme strike, far beyond their strength, descended upon them.

Yet upon hearing Li Jiazhuang’s shout, everyone turned to him, their eyes filled with complex expressions.

Originally, Chen Xing believed that if Lin Hao came to rescue him, it already proved Lin Hao cared for him deeply.

With a clear target, Chen Yuan stepped onto the Burning Heart Sword and flew toward Luofeng Mountain.

The Qi Refining cultivator who flew out of town was a Daoist in black robes, the fabric fluttering in the wind, appearing elegant yet reeking of blood.