Chapter 164: 160 A Little Gambling Is Good for the Soul

Bi Sheng had been pondering his company's financing lately.

More precisely, he was trying to clarify his own position relative to the company.

How to define it objectively?

Aside from friends' criticism and occasional self-doubt, professional investors were undoubtedly a better benchmark.

Compared to being rejected in Jingcheng, Bi Sheng wasn't particularly frustrated by Liu Jiankai's brief conclusion—he truly wasn't skilled in e-commerce, but he had still achieved something.

Because after I threw my thunder talisman, even though it definitely didn't hit a single target, my talisman was a thunder talisman—so even if it missed, it would still explode, and in that instant of explosion, I created light to dispel darkness.

Xue Yuyang smiled faintly; he had originally been testing the waters, but hearing Duan Muyan's words, he immediately realized this was an admission that Gu Pan was his.

A fu character was pasted on the door, which consisted of two open panels, giving off a slightly retro vibe; the courtyard indeed didn't resemble modern architecture, but rather an old residence from the 70s or 80s.

"Master, what kind of spirit is this? Why is it so different from what we usually see?" Leng Qiqi followed behind him, staring at the cloud patterns carved on it. After thinking for a long time, she still couldn't identify the spirit, yet a sense of familiarity stirred in her mind, causing her spirit to waver—she quickly shook her head and pushed the thought away.

Li Yinghan stood atop the eastern city wall of Jingcheng, glanced at the tens of thousands of Ming troops outside, immediately spotted the three battalions positioned slightly left of center, and asked the generals behind him.

The Buddhist beads were translucent and glowing, and when they touched the fingers, they felt cool like jade—quite impressive.

"They're each serving their own masters; they themselves clearly understand why things turned out this way," Ye Qianling said, though in her heart she thought of Zhao Yunlei.

"Cough, you've worked hard—go back now. I'm giving you a day off tomorrow to spend with your child," Duan Muyan said.

"Danger? What danger? I only know that the closer you get, the greater the opportunity," Feng Yuanchen disagreed with the white-clothed man.

Before she could speak, Mo Xuan glared at her—those deep eyes seemed to conceal world-ending killing intent.

"A Feng, what are you thinking about?" Rui Zi, who had been beside Mu Feng, couldn't help asking as she noticed his solemn expression.

Chen Ling'er, for some reason, didn't come down for breakfast—perhaps out of embarrassment—so I didn't bother her. After finishing my meal, I chatted a while with Aunt Lin about household matters, then sent Fang Quan to the dogfight arena, while I had Fu Gen pick me up to take me to Yunfei Investment Company.

Nalan Hanxing finished speaking, extended both arms outward, then thrust them forward sharply—countless blades surrounded his body like a mountain of knives, rushing toward Ye Yufan and the object.

Sikong Xu waved his hand; why pass up a good deal? He wasn't a fool. Since the other side would eventually need him anyway, he might as well take advantage now.

But whenever he felt the warmth emanating from that hand, he felt utterly at peace—as if, even if the heavens collapsed, as long as that hand still held him, he felt not the slightest fear.

The old woman cackled shrilly, stepped back, and vanished behind the sea of flowers. Xiao Yiying lost sight of her enemy, hurled her illusory blade, which swept toward the direction where the old woman had disappeared with devastating force—but the blade only destroyed a patch of vines without harming the old woman.

After leaving a ground littered with corpses, the remaining men were terrified and tried to flee, only to find the burly giant still blocking the doorway—there was no other escape.

"Could it be, Elder, that you truly believe Yeyu City is also cursed?" Pan Tian frowned and asked.

Mu Feng was now lost in thought—if everyone across the Four Provinces truly learned the secret of the Great Ascension, they would inevitably kill other cultivators to claim it for themselves, and in the end, the entire Four Provinces would become a slaughterhouse.