Chapter 177: 172 Boatman

Bai Xiaosheng's business sprang to life with great momentum.

Yu Xing suddenly felt as if he had returned to last summer, the sweltering heat periodically soaking his back with sweat.

He somewhat regretted coming along with Zhong Zhiling to southern cities, but Shen Cheng had Lu Haiying in charge, Liu Hao was attending the recording, and he still wanted to see the market firsthand.

"It's like a dream back to campus," Zhong Zhiling thought, even under the blazing sun.

Meanwhile, inside the Japanese command post, a Japanese colonel was fuming, striking his subordinates relentlessly.

Li Ruhai did not explain to her, only said: "It's good for your health… here, eat this." With that, he pulled out a vial, poured out a pill the size of an apricot kernel, and shoved it into Nainai's mouth.

Yun Tu rolled her eyes in exasperation; she had heard of Cuiyu Ointment, a miraculous healing salve made from rare spiritual herbs—calcite spirit fluid and jade essence.

Of course, the Gulan Phantom Beast Academy members looked at Yun Tu with furious, murderous intent.

Leaving the imperial palace grounds, Li Li suddenly felt much lighter, as if a great weight had been lifted.

"I'm truly sorry, my father is away and cannot thank you personally. How about…" At this point, Ai Gege grew shy.

After going through one ordeal, Pan Chenyu was truly exhausted, but he was not a heartless man; when his younger brother was in trouble, all he thought about was helping him—at least saving his life. The other side had said that if the money wasn't repaid, Pan Chenguang would lose a finger every day.

She raised a hand to shield her eyes from the sun, gazing farther toward the Divine Realm, as if seeing a shadowed expanse, unable to discern the source of light.

Yun Tu turned toward the sound and saw a massive man, broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, standing two and a half meters tall, appearing in the hall.

Yu You said "it's fine" many times today—not because she forgave, but because she didn't care about a single word these people said.

The Prince of Zhou stared at the changing characters on the table; at first he thought he'd written a mistake, but when he saw the characters " Shican " and connected them to " Jiahe," a wild thought suddenly struck him.

They wanted to go to the Alchemist Congress site—if it were Alchemy City, why would Gu Jinxi need to lead them?

To be honest, Wu Yue never intended to take on the Quincy's mess, but he couldn't bear to crush Haschwalth's hope and leave him dying in despair, so he gritted his teeth and accepted it.

Two days later, Yu Jin announced his company's withdrawal from the D-round funding of that video website; the industry scrambled for details. Yu Jin spoke little, only saying the decision was made internally. Chuangda's withdrawal affected the company's funding round, but two months later, a new investment firm joined.

Wu Yue paid no mind to the man's tone; instead, he winked and grinned, "Then unleash your rage fully!" As he spoke, he conjured a spiritual particle sword and severed each of Max's shackles.

Outside the runway show, reporters had already gathered in droves, all diligently holding cameras, hoping to capture some explosive news.

Today was a rare sunny day; winter's sun didn't feel hot, warming the body gently.

Suddenly, an immensely powerful aura surged from afar, tightening Gu Jinxi's gaze—it was a Tribulation Crossing cultivator.

Hearing Tang Hao's order, the others broke off their fight with the demons and retreated behind him. Tang Hao raised his right arm, a cold smirk curling his lips; golden runes glowed brilliantly along his forearm inside the sleeve.

Clearing a dungeon in eighteen minutes—and Zhang Fan still said it was slow. What would other players think if they found out?