22 The Path to Fame for a Substitute

As he spoke of "enormous," he raised his hands high, then slowly swept them apart, indicating that the house he referred to was vast—far greater than any building they had ever seen before.

Of course, there was even more speculation about whether the nation was conducting some secret scientific experiment near the tomb of the First Emperor.

Since the Lotus Lantern had not been obtained, Xiao Long could not yet relax when it came to Yang Chan. After all, she was considered the possessor of the Lotus Lantern and was the person most likely to acquire it.

Yuan Yi's voice continued, but Sun Rifeng was now a hundred percent certain that it was the owner of those claws who had spoken.

Although his abilities as a superhuman were mediocre, to be honest, he was not at all afraid of the police or similar authorities.

Gazing at the palace he was about to destroy with his own hands, a mocking smile played at the corner of Yao Chen's lips.

Lin Yixuan, furious, raised her hand to slap Chu Yunmo hard across the face. Naturally, Chu Yunmo did not let her; instead, he held her tightly, refusing to let go.

Lin Xia was too drained to utter a word of sarcasm. Thinking how Nightmare had almost managed to escape Earth through such means, he could only shake his head, realizing what was to come.

He recalled how it had been a long time since he last refined any elixirs. When he returned last time, Mingyue, Qingxia, and the others had mentioned that there were few high-level elixirs left in the marketplace, and their own abilities were not sufficient to create them. Thus, they hoped Jiang Haoran could personally craft a new batch.

"I don't care how you manifest your Buddhist compassion, but this is not a place where you belong." Upon hearing this, Qichadi Xiansha closed his eyes in silence, radiating dazzling Buddhist light. The lotus throne beneath him swayed gently in the breeze. A towering Buddha image, suffused with compassion, gazed down at Li Tai. A great hand descended, pointing directly at Li Tai.

Are modern people ignorant? Guan Xiao almost burst into tears of anger. So, not believing in feudal superstitions now counts as ignorance?

The issue here was not the Japanese submarines. Submarines could lurk undetected underwater for long periods, even waiting in advance near a target for orders. So, executing the simultaneous attack envisioned by Taro Shiina was entirely feasible.

"This information is still unclear to me. During the Chaos War, I sensed the presence of many factions. Yet there was another spiritual aura—if not for its appearance, I would not have detected it at all." At this point, Duobao began to suspect that Li Tai’s appearance was intentional—meant to calm him down.

When the factory stopped production earlier, Liu Tiezhu felt ill at ease, as though something vital was missing from his life. Upon hearing that management intended to collaborate with Runhua Industries, he was instantly energized: he had to get back to work. If he didn't, all his skills as a lathe operator would soon be forgotten.

Watching as the scene before him shifted from a field of emerald green to deep shadow and then back to green, when his head finally broke the surface, he realized he had been swept dozens of meters away from where he'd fallen into the water.

On the thirtieth day of the twelfth lunar month, at the second quarter of the evening hour, the sky was already pitch black even though it was dusk. Following Zuo Zongtang’s orders, every Qing army camp was fully prepared for battle, awaiting orders to strike at any moment. All the generals arrived punctually at the central command tent to receive instructions.

Guo Mingxin and Zhang Pengfei stared wide-eyed, waiting for Chen Geng to explain himself—they knew he would never make such statements without reason.

Although Chen Geng’s knowledge of military affairs was only at the level of an amateur enthusiast, far inferior to the experts active on modern forums, and he had no idea what it meant for the first-stage compressor of the WP-13 engine to be upgraded to nineteen blades, the jargon sounded formidable nonetheless.

Standing at the doorway, Yanayev paused and turned to look at the office. It was just as it had been when he first arrived—nothing had changed at all, except the person in the seat was no longer himself, which left him with a sense of loss.

After pondering for a while, a British merchant reached a conclusion. As soon as he spoke, he won everyone’s approval.

“Keep everyone away from the trees, gather together, and protect Miss Long and the others in the center,” Li Yuyun continued to instruct Long Qi.

“Ancestor, rest assured. I will treat it well,” Li Yuyun said, gently stroking the Chaos Sword.

But Su Ling’er and Xia Siqiu were less fortunate. Challenged by a third party, they suffered defeat.

The eunuch delivering the imperial edict announced, “The Empress Dowager has summoned the Grand General specifically; no one else is permitted to enter.” Thus, Yuan Shao, Cao Cao, and the others were stopped outside the palace gates.

Soon, the ball of fire faded away. Looking up at the endless blue sky, Lu Qiang felt a sense of relief.

Su Jiu suddenly raised her hand and struck at Zhao Zhenjiang. Zhao blocked hastily but was knocked back several steps. Su Jiu sneered, wasted no time, and summoned the Azure Sword. A fierce, razor-sharp arc of sword light slashed directly at Zhao Zhenjiang.

"Very well, Sect Master, please follow me," replied Elder Sun. The two of them left the great hall together, heading toward the place where the Supreme Elder was recuperating. After they departed, the remaining elders resumed discussion of the earlier topics.

Because of the impact of this public opinion incident, Guo Qiming had learned his lesson and begun to address some of the issues and shortcomings on New Earth. No matter what, he would not allow anything to go wrong here again.

Suddenly, the vessel inside Lu Qi’s body caught Mu Ye’s attention. There was a slight distortion on the door of the vessel, but not a trace of energy leaked out. The vessel had been inside Lu Qi for so long, yet Mu Ye had never noticed this before.

“But I hardly know her! If our personalities clash, we probably won’t get along at all!” Ran Luoxue protested.

Mysterious forces were intricately intertwined; those with similar systems flourished or perished together, and all the more so within the same system.

Luo Song’s heart sank. Once again, he saw through his own intentions—a truly terrifying thing.

By now, nearly eighty percent of officials in the Shang Dynasty had been replaced. Most of the new appointees were ambitious young talents with lofty ideals.

He carefully reviewed the methods and procedures he used when dealing with Linghu Chong and others, then scrutinized the details of his own payments, finding no real loopholes.

He nodded at the band by the stage, then began strumming his guitar on his own.

Ever since she’d witnessed that scene in the sky—the two people hugging and seeking comfort from each other like foolish lovers—the Autumn Deity had been out of sorts.