Volume 1, Chapter 39: The First Step to Rapid Market Penetration

Song Ru stood at the doorway early, just as she had last time. She paused for a moment upon seeing him step out of the car before giving a small wave.

Lu Yang hoisted a bamboo mat and walked over quickly, his manner warm yet polite. "Have you been waiting long?"

Song Ru glanced at her watch. "You’re half an hour later than last time. Did something happen?"

This dismal state of affairs lasted only two days before Zhang Tianxiang declared he could no longer endure it.

Xu Yang simply took out a sign and drove it into the ground; with that, his profitable business for the day was officially open.

The most terrifying part was that the iron sphere looked like a ball of fire—to the people of this era, it was nothing short of a miracle.

Although He Huai and the others had surrounded her, Mother Cui still wanted to press for the reason behind her actions—there had to be a motive for doing something like that, after all, and no one had restricted her movements yet. Sister Qiu, despite her fear, tried her best to remain composed as she answered the phone.

Lan Qianyang lunged forward, wanting to pull Tianxing into a tight embrace, but Miaofeng had already sealed his acupoints in a preemptive strike. Miaofeng was surprised himself; the man who once struck fear into the hearts of the martial arts world, the "Soul-Chasing Sword" Lan Qianyang, had been reduced to this. He found himself increasingly convinced that the words of the Moon Palace Mistress held great truth.

However, be that as it may, while the giant ship's levitation function was excellent, it consumed far too much energy.

The extraterritorial cultivators, especially those who had previously joined Dongfeng Po in humiliating Wu Yang, grew visibly tense.

Movement was impossible; even if they risked shattering the propellers, there was no way to get the battleship moving through the river water.

He could not understand a word of the Hittite language from over three thousand years ago, and the other party could not understand the Huaxia tongue he spoke.

"A lowly servant who dares to discuss her master in such a way deserves to be beaten to death! Otherwise, what rules would remain in this inner palace?" Consort Ying replied, looking at Lingxi with a stern expression. Internally, she wondered, *How many servants have already been beaten to death on Lingxi’s orders?*

Yet, Emperor Yong'an brushed off every request, using the excuse that "the Great Selection every five years is an ancestral decree established by our forefathers, and ancestral decrees must not be violated."

There, rivers and lakes were filled to the brim by days of torrential rain, and the land was submerged piece by piece in mud and water, taking thousands of lives with it... Minnan was suffering a great flood, but the imperial court clearly had no attention to spare for that region.

She took out a pale blue talisman, intending to press it onto Helian Ye’s shoulder, but the moment her hand reached out, the paper burst into flames.

Leng Chengran had certainly considered these factors, yet his face remained calm and detached, showing no signs of panic despite this sudden trouble.

Lingxi sat in her seat, forcing herself not to look at the spot where the Empress Dowager Xiaohe used to sit. She merely held her wine cup, sipping the contents slowly.

Si Chan was a child raised by the divine physician Si. The doctor’s temper was actually quite eccentric, though that eccentricity depended on who he was dealing with; toward those he looked down upon, he was naturally difficult.

By the time He Xuan returned to the Liao residence, it was already past dinner. As soon as she entered the room, she felt Yuqing’s gaze constantly darting toward her.

Feng Yang’s tone was firm. Bai Yi was the most important person in his life; how could he possibly gamble her away like some mere object?

Huali was increasingly realizing the benefits of growing a variety of plants. In such a treasure of a realm, she felt she hadn't even utilized one percent of its potential.

The two could not help but stop in their tracks. The surroundings, once filled with high-rise buildings, had suddenly plunged into pitch-black darkness. Even the ground beneath their feet felt like a painting as it began to drop into the abyssal void below.

Still, it was true—everything must have an end, otherwise, being constantly targeted would be unbearable.

Liu Dongdong was displeased. Wasn't this a public slap in the face? Although he was bold and not particularly bright, he knew that his actions must remain hidden, lest they jeopardize his official career. "It’s nothing, get out of here, I’ll handle it," Liu Dongdong said, forcefully shooing the manager away.