Chapter 52 All in Vain

Upon hearing this, the Emperor also grew intrigued.

He was the Emperor; his words were imperial edicts to his subjects, admitting no refusal.

Yet, having grown up in the imperial family, the Emperor knew very well that if one wished to forge cooperation between people, the most crucial element was the exchange of value rather than the imposition of brute force.

Before he sought out Wen Chongyi today to reveal his intentions, he had hesitated for a long time.

What if Wen Chongyi had already pledged allegiance to a certain prince? What if Wen Chongyi used his words to deduce his own ideal...

Unable to withstand Elder Huo's persistence, the butler had no choice but to agree. He brought the wheelchair over and pushed Elder Huo to find Fu Yao.

However, parents ought to focus more on fulfilling their ideals of healing the wounded and saving lives, rather than being as purely motivated by the joy of making money as she was.

"The security sector is currently of paramount importance, so we must select a few capable and experienced cadres! I propose that comrades Zhang Mao, Zheng Gang, Lin Changhong, and Li Na serve as deputy heads of the security department," Shen Wanlin said, holding his manuscript.

Two days ago, massive explosions occurred within all the top factions of Tianling City. This was an assassination operation targeted by alien races against the younger generation of the Southern Theater, serving as a prelude to war.

Jiang Qingqian suddenly curved the corners of her lips, pushed herself up with effort, picked up the household telephone receiver, and dialed a number.

Li Wei retreated a few meters, bent his waist, and abruptly exerted force with his legs. Like a cannonball, he stepped on the head of a mechanical sentinel, leaped high into the air, and traced a crimson arc through the sky. Crashing through the glass, he lunged straight into a fifth-floor window.

Huang Degui retrieved a gavel from his drawer and banged it heavily against the table. Still feeling unsatisfied, he hurled it directly at Jia Jing.

Just as Li Ting found an excuse and fled in panic, Liu Cheng, looking as though he had lost his soul, received a phone call from Xu Chenglong as well.

Consequently, with millions upon millions of netizens acting as her providers, the earnings a web singer could make were by no means inferior to those of average mainstream stars.

Hearing the commotion, the neighbors who had not yet left for work crowded around. Naturally, they all noticed Zhu Yue's emaciated, pale-green complexion and the horrifying scars crisscrossing her body.

Upon hearing Tian Xin's words, my heart skipped a beat, and a faint ripple stirred within me. If that were truly the case, wouldn't her ancestors be exceptionally powerful?

"If this continues, I'm afraid we'll be overtaken before even reaching the depths of the Lazea Great Mountain Range! Let alone whether we can encounter magical beasts above the eighth rank and provoke a battle between them!" Luo Sihan thought with extreme anxiety, racking her brain for a solution.

Yet at this very moment, I felt a wave of immense unease. I felt as though I had underestimated Ye Weifeng; he seemed exceptionally adept at harnessing the spiritual essence of the mountains.

In the final second of my life, I heard Lin Yayue's heartfelt cry from the depths of her soul. At that moment, I smiled with satisfaction.

Qin Hao acutely detected the trace of sorrow in Su Jiasue's eyes. He gently stroked her porcelain-smooth back and asked softly, "A villa? What is that?"

Feng Xiye was curious, as he had never heard this term before.

One must realize that the arrows used for compound bows are nothing like those in online games, where a bow costs tens of thousands and an arrow costs a mere coin. A decent arrow shaft alone costs upwards of a thousand, and that is just the shaft, with the arrowhead and fletching priced separately.

Beyond them, there were also three masters from the Buddhist realm, all bearing a resemblance similar to the Venerable Golden Light. Even the Underworld had dispatched two masters—none other than the deeply iconic figures of Ox-Head and Horse-Face. With gloomy expressions and holding iron chains, they looked thoroughly unapproachable.

Starting from a range of several dozen kilometers around the Silver Ring Safe Zone, radioactive species had become increasingly scarce, seemingly having been mostly cleared out by the survivors of the Silver Ring Safe Zone, which made Chen Chong's journey exceptionally smooth.

In his line of sight, across the vast and desolate wilderness ahead, the outlines of buildings emerged. In the surroundings, one could faintly make out winding pipelines, nodding donkey pumpjacks seemingly still in operation, and clusters of abandoned giant iron tanks and steel towers.