Chapter 35: The Outburst of Wang Dazhu

Old Mother Wang strolled along the roadside, pondering her second son’s words as she headed toward the end of the village.

"After all, I am his mother; it’s not like he could actually drive me out."

She arrived at a thatched cottage where a man was busy chopping wood in the courtyard. She pushed the gate open and called out, "Dazhu, working hard, are you?"

Wang Dazhu was quite surprised to see his mother. Ever since the family property had been divided, she had never once stepped foot in his home. "Mother, why are you here?"

Even Zhang Biquan, who sat firmly on the high platform, paused at these words, clearly taken aback.

After struggling to no avail, the young man gave up; since death was inevitable, there was no escaping it now.

Having been suppressed by the Sha family for so long, they finally felt a sense of relief. Moreover, the possibility of destroying the Sha family—something they once dared not even imagine—now seemed within reach.

The control crystal vanished, replaced by twenty-five teleportation scrolls to the Sword Spirit Secret Realm, the very goal of everyone’s mission this time.

Inside a private room, Ding Nan, Ding Yu, and Pan Yu sat together, each with a bowl of wine on the table.

As the audience slowly dispersed, Chu Tianyu also departed, surrounded by Shui Yiyi and the others. The square, once bustling with heat and noise, was left with nothing but the janitors cleaning up.

The scene before him left Zheng Ji unable to decide whether to laugh or cry. A white lion had pinned a black Tibetan Mastiff to the ground, its jaws wide open, biting down on the mastiff’s neck. Relying on its superior weight and strength, the lion held its ground. Though the black mastiff was just as fierce, it could only roar in fury, its four limbs kicking wildly at the snow.

With that, he looked pointedly toward where Long Tianwei was standing, his eyes filled with provocation.

"It doesn't matter, though. Leave them to me; I will complete the mission for you," Chu Tianyu promised with a brilliant smile.

If she and Jiu'er were the type of friends who would mind her going out for lunch, she wouldn't have come to visit her in the first place.

Because of this, business at Jinxiang Workshop had been booming ever since the Lantern Festival banquet.

Realizing this, they no longer hesitated, instantly changing their expressions to masks of deep regret.

"Are you done with the registration? I'm sending a car to pick you up now," Yu Shaomo’s deep voice resonated through the phone.

I held Li Zhiyuan’s hand, feeling its texture—rough, heavy, and marked by two thick calluses.

However, since the Poison Sect had unleashed the "Hundred-Day Death," it was undoubtedly an extremely potent, tyrannical, and terrifying poison.

Yun Yuecheng said nothing more. The communicator carried only the sounds of footsteps, the whistling wind, and the roaring ocean waves.

This description filled everyone with awe for Zhou Zheng; how could anyone have imagined there was another version of the story?

It was the first time his daddy had called him over. Yu Xing looked at Yu Shaomo with surprise, but said nothing, obediently walking over.

However, when she saw the mischievous grin on Wang Hao’s face, she immediately understood the lewd implication of his words and kicked out at the scoundrel.

"Even with smooth development, achieving widespread adoption in seven or eight years won't be easy," Qi Zhenhe noted.

Watching Aswan charge toward him, a flash of sharpness crossed Ye Kai’s eyes. He retreated rapidly, dodging the brunt of Aswan's assault.

Ding Li stayed in Lu for three days before leading his army north. This time, he appointed Zhao Yun as the vanguard general and transferred him to the Eastern Army. Meanwhile, he recalled Fang Baihua to Luoyang to serve in the Five Armies Governor's Office, temporarily replacing Gao Mengluan. The implanted persona of Fang Baihua was somewhat timid, and Ding Li did not wish for her to continue serving in the military.

Liu Huiniang presented the letter. Jia Xu glanced at her indifferently. These two intelligence chiefs had been locked in a rivalry for a long time. By duty, Jia Xu headed the Intelligence Bureau while Liu Huiniang managed the Security Bureau; neither would submit to the other, yet neither could manage to suppress their counterpart.