Chapter Eighteen: Local Gentry from Neighboring County Sabotage, Green Guard Defends the Grain Route

Wen Changning gazed into Yun Tianyang’s eyes, bright as stars, and the chill in her own gaze quietly softened a little. “Third Young Master.”

Linghu Chong had an excellent memory; after reciting it only three times, he memorized the entire master formula without a single error. Wu Yue, however, was not so fortunate. He would forget the earlier parts as he recited the later ones, which was truly exasperating.

“Ding!” Abel swiftly drew a laser dagger from the system’s backpack and slashed downward, blocking the electromagnetic bullet in an instant.

There was simply not enough time to draft a design. Yu You could only use her own clothes to demonstrate, pointing out to Chen Qiao and Zhang Mengmeng which parts needed alteration.

The Reapers and the Quincies were born enemies. It was obvious without thinking; once the King of the Quincies was fully resurrected, the first to suffer would undoubtedly be the Soul Society.

“I think the current office building is already very good; we should spend our money on what truly matters!” Zhang Jialiang declined the suggestion, speaking indifferently.

News arrived that Dong Zhuo had stormed the capital and installed Liu Xie as emperor. Cao Cao… Cao Cao genuinely wanted to curse. He knew Yuan Shao was ambitious and could imagine the aristocrats’ deep hatred for the eunuchs, but Dong Zhuo’s shameless actions were beyond his comprehension.

Having listened to the entire call, if Ou Yan still didn’t understand what Ou Ting meant to Yu You, then he was truly a fool.

Half the servants from Ah Sheng’s and Jiliwu’s households had been transferred. They were all eager to help in the front courtyard—showing themselves before the mistress and earning extra bonuses. It would be foolish not to go.

Compared to black holes, wormholes are merely spatial passages; the space within may be a bit unstable, but time remains in its normal dimension. Although traversing a wormhole could bring unexpected events, it is relatively stable—about as risky as taking a flight.

Wei Jiuxiao turned around, his face slightly pale, for he saw clearly that the red carp in the water was staring at him, its fish eyes scrutinizing.

He dusted off his clothes and took in his surroundings, realizing he was in a rice field; farmers were busy working everywhere.

A shadow, indistinct and blurry, appeared directly behind Mo Fan. Its hand, fiery red, pressed against Mo Fan’s chest, burning a gaping hole right through him. The hole ignored Mo Fan’s battle-hardened physique and continued to expand slowly.

To speak of Lord Gouchen alone is to acknowledge his greatness. His name is Shou Yifu, styled Zhaolong Tao. In Daoism, he is known as the Yellow Emperor at Noon, one of the Four Sovereigns of Heaven, with the full title: Great Emperor of Gouchen Palace, South Pole Heavenly Emperor, commander of ten thousand thunders.

The Three Fiends of the Li clan found no one, but an unprecedented, invisible dread began to seep into their hearts. By rights, with their leader nearby, they had no reason to feel uneasy.

Master Li sat at the head of the table, followed by Li Sheng on the left. Hua Yi quickly took the lower seat, leaving Ye Rong to sit opposite Li Sheng.

“You’re the head of the Thieves’ Guild?” Meng Fan asked. Qin San, no matter how you looked at her, didn’t seem like the leader of a sect—more like the guild leader’s wife.

The platoon leader said nothing, his face expressionless as he clicked off the safety of his pistol; the bullet was chambered.

“Master, you always have a flawless plan! Both Dragon Guards and Tiger Guards are present; Xiao Yunfei and Su Nan surely won’t survive for long!” The old steward spoke softly.

“Ugh—” Yu Weiyan, upon seeing the scene, couldn’t help but bend over, clutching her stomach as she retched.

“Wait, did you notice? When she disappeared, there seemed to be a flash of white light.” Sylvia said as she replayed the video.