Chapter Nineteen: Barrage Forewarns of Drought, Digging Canals and Diverting Water to Safeguard the Spring Planting

The corridors of the Yun family residence were hushed, the maids moving back and forth with lowered heads, their footsteps so light they seemed to tread on clouds, making not a sound. The guards stood with hands clasped behind their backs, half-concealed behind the pillars, yet their eyes flickered constantly toward the main hall—everyone knew the third young master was about to make a scene again.

“I don’t care! I want Wen Changkong to be my master!”

At the mention of this, Xueyue’s expression froze. She had already tried that before, and the memory filled her with dread.

He vaguely heard that something had launched an attack on the southern fortress, and with such ferocity that it would not be easily quelled, which explained the unrest.

Because of this, his movements were quickly noticed by the guards resting in the courtyard, and in the span of just a few breaths, more than a dozen men had rushed into the room where the ritual was held.

But Prince Jing was not without cunning; since the Young Lord of the Marvelous Sect was in his own camp, and as the Holy Emperor had chosen to use such underhanded means to defeat him, by any measure the Marvelous Sect could not intervene in the war between them.

After practicing his forms for a while in the open yard, before returning to the carriage to wake Li Qiong, he glanced back at the Black Wind Inn, bathed in the morning light.

After all, Sun Hanbo was the one directly responsible for the computer system’s construction. If he really wanted to make trouble, it would be a headache for the system integrators.

Lin Juan found himself unable to continue speaking, for when he turned his head, he saw his grandfather lying there peacefully, and the look on his face even gave one a sense of well-behaved innocence!

Yu’er did not really know what it meant to like someone; it was only when Miss Miaoyu came by that day that she began to understand why Mo Ziqi was always ailing, and why every man in the county office of Mei County seemed so unnerved.

Qi cultivation, immortals, golden immortals, supreme immortals, primordial immortals of the Grand Luo—truly, even those involved were confused.

The world’s biotechnology was highly advanced; with so many strange and fantastical races, it would hardly be human nature not to dissect and study them in jars.

The head of the Yang family, who was also the leader of the alliance of clans, was at this moment observing from the sidelines. He would only place his bet after thoroughly studying the Zhang family’s business practices, so that they could seize victory in one decisive move.

“Young man, dreams do not belong here. You should go west. Ambition is not the same as delusion. I believe your time has come.” William Defoe delivered his dismissal with disappointment.

Qingchengzi smiled faintly, using his hand as a blade; with himself as the axis, a beam of light descended from the sky, cutting off Xiaoyao’s advance.

“Hey, hey, hey, you heard me, right? Move along, don’t block the way. If you keep blocking, I won’t be so polite.” Hu Er waved his hand at Xiaochen with disdain.

The recent turmoil had cost Li Zitao quite a bit of money, around four million US dollars, but it was still within acceptable limits.

At some point, the snake had slithered up, curling shyly near her hand and nuzzling her wrist with its head. It seemed almost intelligent, so docile it looked as if she had tamed it.

He had placed the nuclear mines at a considerable depth, in a nearly sealed underwater space; the resulting explosion and tremor were almost indistinguishable, even causing a wave of panic.

Lan Shuying grew even more impatient—wasn’t her combat ability tested during the previous checkup? She had passed all the pathogen screenings as well.

“I really don’t know what’s with young people these days. He took a hard blow to the abdomen, and the injury was in a tricky spot, but luckily, it wasn’t too serious.”

And Chu Ming did not underestimate his opponent. From the very start of the battle, he activated the Undying Demon Body, maximizing the strength of his flesh. Only this way could he fight with confidence.

From the words of this power’s representative, it was clear he harbored a faint sense of male chauvinism. Yet his companions evidently found his words lacking in credibility—for goodness’ sake, next time you say that, could you at least take your eyes off Han Menglan while you speak?