Chapter 61: One Hundred and Fifty Million

"What? How could this happen?" Qin Sisi immediately panicked.

At that moment, Qin Hongcai sat beside his desk, holding a book in his hands, absorbed in reading.

In her anxiety, Qin Sisi snatched the book from his grasp, her tone tinged with reproach. "Dad, didn't you say last time that Dinghui Pharmaceuticals was doing well, like the Zhang family's money-counting machine? Why is it now..."

It must be said, after the first round, the chaos among the fans made the impact of this competition grow significantly.

Upon hearing this, many guests quietly raised their glasses, toasting the singer on stage, grateful for the stirring song he had delivered. Tonight, their visit felt truly worthwhile.

Glancing around, she noticed only one place lit up, but it was some distance away, its purpose unknown.

Yet she did not act on this uncertainty, for she trusted the members of the Victory Team—after all, these were her loyal subordinates.

"I can hand over the Tower of Nine Lives to you, but you must let us go. That is my bottom line." Xi Mu's expression suddenly grew serious.

Only those fearless or supremely confident would choose to attempt the breakthrough to Golden Core instead of settling for the Pill Stage.

I looked at him; Huang Kunren's face betrayed no sorrow or resentment. Nor did he complain about the unfairness of fate's arrangement. Perhaps this is maturity—he had long since come to terms with such matters.

After all, Eunuch Wei entered the palace because life at home had become unbearable. He understood the lives of ordinary folk well, so the eunuch faction's policies always considered their needs. Of course, people like Scholar Liu were also beneficiaries of these policies.

The Donglin faction was impeaching him because they were still unsatisfied; in actual history, Guo Zengguang had only been impeached once by the Donglin faction—for building a memorial hall for Eunuch Wei—and nothing more.

Yan Yuxi, unconcerned with formality when speaking to Feng Jun, came to inquire, daring to say anything—"Did you see those pretty twin sisters from the Rui family and decide to make things difficult?"

For people of this era, hearing "White Lotus Sect" immediately conjured images of rebellion, officials arresting and executing, implicating entire families. Even Qian Niang and her group felt the same. They would never see them as peasant revolutionaries representing the proletariat and yearn for their ideals.

After the war, the Geneva Conventions strictly prohibited these unconventional weapons, yet some continued to use and study them.

At this moment, Li Shimin realized that his previous plans were utterly insignificant before the young Daoist in front of him.

Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, the nine streams of sword energy actually held their own against the official seal. Meanwhile, even more astonishing, after unleashing the Nine Dragons Cleaving the Heavens, Qingyang's other hand struck Mu Changyun's elbow, fierce black royal energy slicing through the air.

Zhang Third Sister was adept at rowing, swiftly reaching the spot La Chen had described—"Left front!" La Chen called out, and Second Sister Zhang reflexively cast the fishing net toward the left front. When the net hit the water, she realized what she’d done, shot La Chen a furious glare, then waited a moment before preparing to haul in the net.

At least, Ye Fan knew that the Ten Thousand Sword Technique was not the highest sword move of the Shu Mountain Sect; above it were the Heavenly Sword and the Sword God.

With this turn of events, Hua Shan thought her losses in this battle would far exceed those of Nalan Ming.

As soon as these words were spoken, it was as if a stream of warmth flowed through Patchouli's ears and into her body. She lifted her head, glancing at Nalan Ming—at that moment, he was watching her as well. His face bore the smile of an elder brother—warm, doting, filling Patchouli with a profound sense of security.

Song Jie tore open the packaging of the food in his hand. "So, we just wait here. Oh, and let's eat that grilled fish too—don't waste food." Remembering the grilled fish, Song Jie began roasting it over the campfire, skewered on a branch.