Volume 1, Chapter 30: When Dealing with Scum, He Who Loses His Temper First Has Already Lost

Wen Ye savored the name Bai Zhi on the tip of his tongue, a faint smile curling his lips. His peach-blossom eyes held a unique, captivating charm.

"Drifting is that cypress boat, drifting, too, is its islet... A beautiful name, though perhaps tinged with a touch of melancholy."

Bai Zhi pulled at the corner of his mouth. "Young Master Wen is truly well-read."

One of the British super-fleets consisted of over a hundred capital ships—second-generation ironclads—along with other improved first-generation ironclads, totaling more than a hundred vessels. When combined with over a hundred auxiliary ships, a single super-fleet comprised more than two hundred warships in all.

Indeed, the grand entrance of these alien "heavenly gods" bore a striking resemblance to that of their own Pope, sharing a certain uncanny similarity. If it weren't for the fact that the great Daoist Ancestor was the only true god in the world and all other so-called deities were merely despicable, hypocritical impostors, they might have suspected these alien beings had some connection to Taoism.

Because Er Lengzi knew very well that their current situation was dire; the slightest carelessness could lead to the annihilation of their entire force.

Before he drew the "777" killing blow, he had thought that managing to get a "666" grand slam—securing all five items at once—would be the absolute peak of luck. But later, he realized he had been wrong.

Meng Yang felt a complex mix of emotions: confusion, frustration, irritation, embarrassment, shock, surprise, being moved, and deep sighing—all stirred together into a jumble, leaving him unable to distinguish any single flavor.

However, starting from the second line, it mentioned moonlight reflecting off the surface of a lake. But the waters of Lop Nur had long since dried up; where could there be any lake?

This was true for Taiwan, true for Hong Kong, and even more so for those who had moved to Nanyang and come to identify as natives, harboring deep hatred for China and their own Han ancestors.

Seeing Meng Yang dressed in casual attire, Yunyun smiled brilliantly. In a fleeting moment, Meng Yang felt as if the entire world had grown a little brighter.

All along, biological products had been supplied by Wu Yu. Limited by Benben's unlocking speed, the quantity and variety of these products grew slowly, and their nature was uncontrollable and highly random.

I do not know what secret our Qi family harbors, but there must be clues hidden within this Heaven-Reaching City.

At Han Du’s remark, Situ Yufeng seemed to make a new discovery. He did indeed appear different from before; beyond the subtle changes in his features, his stature seemed to have grown just a fraction taller.

Li Jing looked into Li Haochen’s clear eyes and heard his sincere words; he nodded silently, offering no reply.

But once her father left, Wang Yixue’s true nature was laid bare. She knew that Wang Yixue’s current behavior was only for the sake of Mu Xichen. In the past, to curry favor with the Mu family, she would likely have resorted to abuse and insults long ago.

I was just about to go over and warn them when I was stopped by Fang Tianzheng. I saw that the expression on his face had turned grave.

Besides, she had returned with him and had rejected Leng Jinhan to his face; if he were to speak words that hurt her now, it must be his own fault.

"Once the branch office turns a profit, I’ll reward you with one!" As long as she worked herself to the bone for him, never mind one phone—he would give her two.

After a bumpy journey lasting half a month, Li Haochen and his party finally arrived at Chang'an, a city they had been away from for over half a year. Li Haochen ordered everyone to return to the Marquis's estate to settle in, while he went to the palace first to report to Li Jiancheng.

"Who is Ying Liqian?" Lin Feifei answered instinctively, her expression calm, showing not a hint of guilt or nervousness.

Ning Yuzhen, however, felt only jealousy. At this moment, the two men beside her were putting on a show of brotherly harmony. She should have been happy, even if it were only a fleeting and superficial pretense.

A blinding light suddenly erupted. Lin Feng’s eyes were seared, and as he instinctively turned his head and squeezed his eyes shut, the inner disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect laughed.