Chapter 52: Nobel Prize-Level

But with Wen Ci’s influence in Country X, if he dared to kill Bai Shi, he certainly dared to climb over Bai Shi’s corpse to seize the position of the leader.

The Empress Dowager was already fifty-eight, yet her brows were relaxed, her expression serene. The smile at the corner of her lips was far clearer than the traces of time etched upon her face. Perhaps fearing to damage the delicate roots, her action of adding soil was gentle and meticulous, piece by piece, unhurried. Combined with her gentle demeanor, her refined grace was ineffable.

Resting against Wen Re’s warm back, Zhang Zhu felt something moist slide down her face, soaking into Water Purity Nun’s robe. Was she crying? When she thought she could no longer shed another tear, she finally did.

Before the monks could react, the two flaming blood beasts roared and lunged forward. Behind them, the strange figures drew sharp, horn-like daggers and charged eagerly, shouting wildly.

I doubted Mr. Yu could have come here at all, yet I indeed saw a familiar figure in a clearing.

If not for the brief gleam in Nan Xun’s eyes at that moment, he felt he might have committed a crime.

Upon hearing this, Yi Dingjia stroked his beard. “Of course. While tracing the map, I was already examining it carefully. Let’s go to that clearing and piece them together.” Saying this, he pointed to the nearby open ground and turned, hobbling toward it.

Roommate A was quite familiar; the eldest always made sure to return such favors, never refusing to attend.

“Su Yue, come with me.” Dong Xue’er suddenly remembered something, staff in hand, and ran against the wind.

“Such a mere Spirit Cultivation Realm, you dare to fight me?” A cold voice emerged from Li Xiaoyao’s mouth. Changing his hand seals, thunderclaps crashed down violently.

Only then did the two realize why the power was greater beneath the Nine Heavens Silver Spring.

He disliked this place and was somewhat worried about Rosa. Besides, he feared the poison sting might change its mind.

After hearing this, Wu Nan said, “You guessed right. After you left, someone from Samsung contacted several of us, offering positions as technical directors in their group with tempting salaries.” Wu Nan gestured toward Qin Yu.

That was not bad; Ning Feng was actually looking forward to the exchange shop after upgrading, curious about what treasures awaited.

“The Marked only cultivate their bodies. Even if the flesh can become immortal, their spiritual consciousness is fragile and cannot keep pace with the body’s strength, leaving only a decaying shell in the end,” Song Zhixuan shook his head, disapproving of the popular cultivation systems prevailing on the continent.

“Damn it, why is he here!” Mu Ying’s eyes flashed as he muttered softly.

In her impression, Qin Yu was not one to seek attention, yet in recent days—from press conferences to negotiations with the Apple CEO—every word and gesture showed unmistakable boldness.

Suddenly, a radiant glow rose over her pristine jade-like form. A green-gold long dress appeared on her, the sash fluttering, radiating peerless charm.

She still remembered when seeing dishes with meat, most times she could only lean in to smell them, then quietly touch her pocket and leave.

But I firmly believe you are strong; no matter how dangerous the matter, you have the power to turn peril into safety.

Takashi Arata slowly retrieved a dozen triangular throwing darts from the wall panel, then stopped before Wu Sheng.

Good intentions are easy; execution is hard. Lin Yu pondered day and night, not knowing how many brain cells had perished without finding a breakthrough.

While the grey-robed disciples chattered, Di Yu had already run to another group.

He suddenly thought of some crucial questions but was uncertain, so he chose silence.

A gentle breeze stirred dust onto her face, gradually revealing a desolate and bleak aura—an exquisitely mature desolation that would stir feelings of love and pity in many lonely and empty wandering souls.

“Alright, you may answer my questions now.” Ye Qian threw him to the ground, pressing his left foot on the man’s chest and holding a gun to his forehead.

The clash between the two sides, martial techniques intersecting, sent both flying backward from the close-range impact.

Shen Yi remained silent, hands gently tapping his thighs as if deep in thought.

The newly mobilized New America war machine, though inheriting only seventy percent of old America’s military power, remained terrifying. Fighter jets taking off one after another, missile defense systems activated, air defense units, and a vast army base.

Organizing these people was entrusted to the Xu Hai brothers by Zhou Yuanqiang, as they understood their abilities and temperaments better than he could, far superior to his blind commands.

Though Qin Lei in the carriage did not need armor and had a bed inside, the terrible road conditions had already wrecked a carriage. Naturally, those inside felt as if falling apart, utterly miserable.

Such matters of disdain for the poor, love of the rich, and broken engagements were common, nothing surprising. However, the Ren family had found no record of Concubine Kang ever having an engagement during their previous investigations.

On another screen, immediately after the plane was destroyed, the zombies outside the settlement returned to normal and launched another assault.

The spiritual message previously transmitted to his spirit sea was from the Eldest Elder, telling him not to await death but to jump off the stage.

Duanmu Ci and Frand engaged in a heated debate. Frand was the more intense, tearing off his tie and throwing it on the floor, complaining of its constriction while shouting. Duanmu Ci, however, sat calmly in a soft chair, occasionally bowing his head to avoid the flying spittle.

Lu Guanrong recovered from the shock of the door being unlocked, instinctively reaching for his phone to call the police, but Zhang Baoqiang kicked it away first.

Yet he did not take it for granted; the tobacco bureau would settle accounts at the end of the year without a cent missing. Over the past decade, Liang Jishen had no grey income nor any scandals. Those who respected him truly admired his clear mind and upright nature; those who hated him cursed his coldness, rigidity, and stubbornness, gnashing their teeth, waiting for him to fail so they could trample him mercilessly.