Chapter 40: An Unspoken Objective

Ji Ziqian possessed a tall, slender frame. As he lowered his head slightly, the shadow he cast completely enveloped Lu Shijiu. His voice was cold, his gaze sharp, and his face was as dark and somber as iron. The surrounding air seemed to thin in his presence.

Lu Shijiu took a deep breath. "Because I understand them!" The hatred in her eyes was nearly overflowing. "With their insatiable, skin-a-flint nature, they wouldn't have gone to such lengths to dig a cellar that large just to store grain."

Zhuge Tianhua nodded, then waved his right hand slightly. The next moment, Chu Hao and the others found themselves in a world that resembled a fairyland.

Yet, while they were still at a great distance, a trade request dialog box popped up in front of Chen Chen.

However, the Dao Ancestor Hongjun seemed to have long been accustomed to such things; he parted his lips slightly and softly exhaled a single word.

Venerable Qingyun descended, his brows knitting slightly. In an instant, a red beam of light shot out from the top of Chu Tianlan's head.

At the same time, the three Supreme Elders of the Fox Clan had no choice but to select one among them to remain stationed above Tushan at all times, monitoring the situation to prevent the Great Sage Giant Spirit from causing trouble and to intervene at a moment's notice.

The Ancestor Huang’s eyes widened in disbelief. Feeling his life force draining away, he collapsed to the ground, dead beyond any doubt.

"Remember, my inner strength is insufficient. You must guard your mind and harbor no stray or evil thoughts," Li Sun said earnestly.

The group wore expressions of sudden realization; it turned out Shi Zhixuan had known someone was coming all along.

Old Madam Liu had not expected her dull-witted son to develop such a temper—or even think of going out to work? If he went to work, who would tend to their fields? Her old man couldn't handle that kind of labor. Did he expect her, at her age, to go out and work in the soil?

The next moment, the rock armor exploded with a thunderous roar, shattering into countless stones that blasted outward, sweeping across a radius of several dozen meters.

Ever since he received news that Bai Zhan was the Lord of Heavenly Punishment, he had sent people to secretly investigate the Bai Prince's Mansion.

Inside the tent, the guard who had been dragged in was dead beyond any doubt. Red blood pooled on the ground, only to be absorbed by the vast amounts of loess.

After giving his orders, he walked directly to the side, picked up a ghillie suit, put it on, grabbed his sniper rifle, shouldered his backpack, and headed straight outside.

His face was grim, yet his arm still held her with a possessive grip. Taking a deep breath, a helpless smile touched his lips. This path seemed far more arduous than he had imagined; at the very least, Jian Ting truly had no idea how to make the person in his arms develop feelings for him that went beyond the bond of master and disciple.

He returned home to wait for the next day's outcome—would someone expose them? He also speculated about who was behind their troubles: it was Brother Biao, a prominent figure in the business world who was frequently active in the markets of Country Y. He rarely meddled in domestic affairs, so it seemed he now had intentions of returning to develop in the country.

"Tell me, how much did that hand-knitted scarf help your relationship?" Yan Dong asked while sipping his hot milk tea.

Of course, the embroidery on a single garment took a great deal of time; a simple piece took at least half a month to finish, while more complex work could take two or three months, which was quite taxing on an embroiderer's eyes and health.

How she regretted returning to the country this time. If she hadn't come back, her life would not have been thrown into chaos once again.

"Very well, since you have such a grand vision, I support you. If you lack talent or capital, I can certainly provide you with support!" Yu Donglou said with a smile.

He casually flipped through the contract he had only glanced at previously. Two clauses were particularly lethal: the first stipulated that the railway could not be used as collateral for loans from outsiders, otherwise, the government had the right to seize the railway and its associated land without compensation. This effectively cut off any possibility of foreign financing for the railway—in other words, it stripped them of the ability to sell their own rail rights.