Volume One, Chapter 51: Achilles’ Heel

The girl on the screen said she was ending her broadcast, yet she continued to answer one question after another from the chat.

Gu Nanxiao had no time to think about much at the moment; it felt as though massive fireworks were exploding in his mind, rendering him incapable of thought.

When they met today, Jiang Man naturally did not require the two of them to bow. Jiang Fu followed Jiang Man's lead and did not offer excessive courtesies, which did not surprise Jiang Man. However, Wen Yuwei unexpectedly followed Jiang Man's lead today as well, without insisting on performing the formal bows, prompting Jiang Man to cast a couple of extra glances at Wen Yuwei.

In the dim room, Bo Jing waved his hand, and it instantly lit up. He first bowed to the portrait facing him, then retrieved a yellowed envelope from the offering cabinet.

"Yes, Grandmother." Wen Yuwei stepped forward and supported the Marchioness of Wu'an as she left, leaving the rest of the Marquis of Wu'an's household standing in place with varied expressions.

The two arrived at the front hall of the Marquis of Wu'an's estate. The Marquis of Wu'an, the Marchioness of Wu'an, along with Wen Yuwei's younger half-sisters, step-sisters, half-brothers, and step-brothers, were all standing in strict readiness. Their Marquis of Yong'an estate had not received an imperial decree for many years.

"Yayi!" Consort Chong Yi glared at Yayi, her expression twisted with rage. By this point, she had fully understood: Yayi had betrayed her, having long since spilled all her schemes and plots to Jiang Man, and Jiang Man had simply chosen to beat her at her own game.

As Su Yunyan spoke, she arched her lower back. She was not doing this intentionally, but rather because she needed to bend down to retrieve an item from a lower cabinet.

Moreover, she had just sensed Yun Yun's terrifying aura and knew she possessed no ability to resist whatsoever, which was why she brought the two of them back to her quarters without the slightest hesitation.

He earned such a nickname because the beast from East Field had a ferocious appearance with his hair standing completely on end, making him look no different from an enraged porcupine.

Kizuma Akane stood beside him, unwilling to let the atmosphere grow too heavy because of her. Thus, she smiled along with him, though a trace of lingering, undispelled sorrow still remained within her expression.

Having received the letter and tucked it away securely, Liang Xin'er gave a solemn promise. This person must be of immense importance to her.

The fat man glared with ferocious malice and reached out to grab me. I hastily dodged backward, and suddenly several tattooed individuals emerged from the other compartments. Judging by this stance, they clearly belonged to the same gang.

Before he could finish speaking, Yan Qi dropped heavily to his knees with a thud, drew the sword from his waist, and held it up high above his head with both hands.

This left Qin Yang quite satisfied. Regarding the reform of the education system, Qin Yang had his own calculations in mind. The director of the education bureau he needed was precisely an official like Shen Weibing who "followed orders implicitly." If someone were too active, it would instead make Qin Yang uneasy and dissatisfied.

Logically speaking, few people ever came to the back courtyard of the Prince of Jiang's mansion. Therefore, even though it was cleaned regularly, it was inevitable that a hint of dust would linger, resembling the scent of abandoned estates deep in remote mountains and wildernesses, making anyone who stepped inside feel a profound sense of unease.

"Altering the arrangement of elements through instruments is definitely out of the question; otherwise, those great scientists would have long since discovered that the power of magic surpasses that of thermal weapons." Xiao Feng had seen and used quite a few thermal weapons in his past life, but upon coming to this world, he had also discovered the true power of magic.

How could Chen Yu ever imagine that his casual remark of just a sentence or two would send the four people behind him off into wild imaginations.

Sanya? This girl's family seemed quite wealthy; if she found it too cold here she would go to Sanya, and if it were hot here, she would probably head to the Greater Khingan Mountains in the far northeast.

Jian Cangwu coldly watched her lips move up and down, those words striking his heart like hailstones. If he was not his father's son, and not a member of the Jian family, then who was he?

"What are you nervous for? We just looked at you because we thought you were handsome, what are you explaining for?" Bai Yan said indifferently.

A dark-gold gauntlet with a defense boost of over 6,000 points—quite decent indeed—while the remaining pieces were all gold-grade items, all of which he gathered up.

After venting his anger alone for a while, Yuan Shao slowly calmed down and finally remembered to summon the various feudal lords to deliberate. Just as Yuan Shao's order was sent out, he saw the lords walking into the tent one by one with dejected expressions. As it turned out, they had also heard about Lü Bu shooting the banner outside the camp, and their immediate reaction was naturally to come and ask Yuan Shao what they should do.

This spring-loaded chair must have been specially manufactured; this sound truly gave one a very interesting feeling.

Buoyed by the residual effects of the alcohol, Xuan Yuanche let down his guard even further, acting entirely like an overgrown child begging for candy, pouting his lips, speaking in a spoiled whine, and kicking his legs repeatedly.

The one who slew the magical beast must undoubtedly be this blood-drenched middle-aged warrior before them. The aura emanating from him was definitely that of a formidable tier-four warrior.

Baili Mingjing took it and first read the letter brought by Mama Rong, which stated that Zheng Xiuizh had entrusted her to inquire whether Su Jinghui would return to celebrate the elderly Madam Su's birthday at the end of the month.

Nakiri Erina opened her mouth as if to say something when the situation abruptly changed. Kurokiba Ryo, who had stubbornly insisted on resisting, suddenly raised his head with a ferocious expression, his teeth clenched and grinding audibly. Most notably, the red bandana wrapped around his head—which had somehow been put on him—marked the moment when his hidden rabid-dog nature could finally no longer be suppressed.

"Yes, Grandpa Pig. As long as you give the command, we will not spare Liujia Village. Even if there are ten, a thousand, or ten thousand, we will help you wipe them out. Trust us, I hope, Grandpa." However, at this moment, the other party merely chuckled.

After Cai Yan departed, Xu Ding summoned a few personal guards to carry Yu Xin to the bed, tucked him in properly, and then stepped out of the bedroom to keep watch outside the door himself.

Amidst the polite pleasantries, he quietly and imperceptibly sized up Mama Rong, only to nearly burst out laughing at first glance.

When he was still over a thousand meters away from the county yamen, the eyelids of Yang Ren, who was running at high speed, began to twitch violently for no apparent reason. Sensing an intense and oppressive murderous intent closing in, he very decisively slammed on the brakes and abruptly shifted sideways by more than ten meters.

One must know that the Merit Golden Lotus of the Zhunti Daoist possessed at most the rank of nine grades; for his black lotus to reach the rank of eight grades was already an unexpected blessing. With it protecting his divine soul, even a half-saint taking action in person would likely find it difficult to injure his soul.