Spreading Rumors

At this thought, gazing at the smoke soaring into the distant sky, Li Heng's eyes turned red with extreme irritation gnawing at his heart.

With the spread of this news, the people of Hong Kong became convinced that the Zhongqi International Investment Company possessed formidable backing on the mainland, making it a genuine red-chip enterprise on par with China Resources, the Bank of China, and CITIC, absolutely without a doubt. Consequently, those prominent figures who had previously looked down upon Zhongqi International now scrambled to seek cooperation, even inviting them to join hands in lucrative business ventures for shared profits.

Even the archers struggled to hit their marks, and the javelin throwers seemed merely to be joining the commotion for the sake of it; some failed to reach the castle walls altogether. It stood to reason that neither archers nor javelin throwers could afford to stand too close to the fortress, lest they enter the range of the defenders stationed atop the battlements.

It was as though one could simultaneously exist above the Thunder Accumulation Mountain and anywhere within the universe, truly leaving no trace to be found.

Amidst that expanse of bleached white skeletal remains, Yang Yi noticed numerous exquisite swords inlaid with gemstones, alongside several golden family emblems. Aside from the monarchs of the peerage kingdoms, only princes possessed such items. Coupled with the three bizarrely shaped statues of princes, this prompted Yang Yi's inquiry.

"Haha, Daoist friend is indeed skilled in instructing your disciples, yet in terms of magnificent scenery, I fear the Jasper Pool falls far short of the Spirit Fire Island!" Zhenyuan said, shaking his head.

"It is precisely because my guidance leaves much to be desired that such occurrences arise, making a laughingstock of me before you, Daoist friend," Huorong replied, waving his hand dismissively.

Following the conclusion of this campaign in the second year of Jianyan, Wanyan Xinyin retreated northward alongside Wushu, garrisoning the city of Luoyang in Henan Prefecture. Their dual objectives were to safeguard the hinterland of the Central Plains and to stand ready to reinforce Wanyan Loushi and others in the Guanzhong region.

With a cold chuckle, Xuanyuan pointed a finger toward Chiyou and declared, "The Primordial emerges, Yin and Yang manifest!" Thereupon, the Primordial Yin-Yang Divine Chart flew above Chiyou, and wisps of Primordial Yin-Yang Qi descended, transforming into Primordial Yin-Yang divine light that swept toward Chiyou.

Yang Shaozong chuckled inwardly as well while meticulously pondering the matter. Poaching personnel from state-owned mammoth enterprises was an absolute necessity. For the long-term future of the Qishan Meat Processing Plant, he needed to carefully deliberate on specific candidates.

Zhuo Ling flipped over to lie flat on his back, stretching luxuriously. A normal man would experience morning arousal, and he was no exception, especially after the lingering frustration of the previous night, which made the reaction particularly intense.

"Tree Spirit, where is everyone?" Jiang Dong patted the trunk. Without the guidance of the tree spirit, he had no way to enter the tree body, yet the tree spirit's behavior today was truly abnormal.

Zhuo Ling hesitated inwardly. As Nan Xi's teacher and superior, he would have loved to take a look; however, as a designer, one should not casually view another's unpublished work. This was a matter of professional ethics and a fundamental standard of personal conduct.

Mo Yiyue knew his words were laced with hidden daggers and had no desire to pursue that line of conversation with him. Instead, she steered the topic back, saying, "As it happens, while passing through Yongle Lane, the largest market in Jiangzhou City last night, I chanced to see a man whose appearance matched precisely the Zhang Si described by Xihua."

"Speak." Hearing Zhou take the initiative to strike up a conversation, Zhou Kewen spat out a single, concise word in response.

The two of them cut through the night sky like twin black lightning bolts, hurtling swiftly toward the direction of the human-faced spiders.

Whenever he conversed with Zhuo Ling, Ou Guansheng always felt as though he were engaged in a strategic game. It was as if he were looking at his own younger self conquering the world, where every word and action was a protracted tug-of-war.

Witnessing the retreat of the demon army, the soldiers upon the city walls raised their voices in triumphant cheers, embracing and weeping with one another. Upon hearing the news, the townspeople flooded the streets, beating drums and gongs as joyfully as if celebrating a grand festival.

Having smoothly cleared the Red Buff, Mu Jing immediately leveled up his skill Safeguard and dashed straight toward his own team's Murk Wolves. Utilizing his Q skill followed by basic attacks, he triggered his passive flurry and the life-steal effect of the secondary Ironclad Shield skill, combining these with his jungle item to clear the wolves virtually without taking any damage.

Nan Xi hurriedly lowered her head as well. "Thank you, President Ou." Her mind swirled with a jumble of questions; she continually felt that this Boss Xu looked familiar, and that the unspoken riddles exchanged between Boss Xu and Zhuo Ling were far from simple.

Lin柯 had no choice but to nudge Meijiao with his elbow, hinting for her to plead on his behalf, seeing as it was her dreamscape to begin with.

Divine parents cared little for such matters; it was hardly certain who would outlive whom anyway. Young immortals, fairies, and lords could roam the mortal realms and indulge themselves freely as long as they refrained from committing atrocities under their parents' names or bringing public disgrace upon the family—that alone constituted the fulfillment of filial piety.

Han Jinyu asked anxiously while hurriedly conducting a thorough inspection of Qi Zhixi's body for any signs of injury.

At that moment, everyone present understood that the Great Elder referred to by the speaker was none other than the original Supreme Honored Guest of the Yang family.

"Is this what it feels like to take a step back and find the oceans and skies boundless? It seems I was indeed trapped in my own stubborn impasse," a wave of sudden enlightenment washed over Luowen's heart.

The Peony Grand Banquet was an essential gathering frequented by the top nobility of Yan, hosted in rotation by its illustrious aristocratic clans.

Qi Zhixi instinctively burrowed deeper into Han Jinyu's embrace, terrified that Qi Ruize might snatch him away directly.

At that moment, a sudden whimsical notion struck Luowen: could he employ the techniques of alchemy, utilizing his spiritual consciousness to guide the flame and refine the impurities within his weapon, thereby elevating it to a higher realm?

Han Jinyu greeted politely; back when she was in a relationship with Qi Ruize, these individuals had met her before.

Consequently, Charles ignored him, for the fellow in his grip was still straining his neck and glaring back in fury. Because of this, Charles pressed the edge of his dagger even closer.

The Thousand-Hand Demon Sage Prince offered no reply. He merely stared quietly at the supreme master who was about to engage in a life-or-death duel with Apophis, his brow deeply furrowed as he realized that the elderly man was none other than the previous generation's Demon Lord, Lord Ye Tingmeng.

"There's nothing particularly urgent; it's just... well, I figured that since we'll all be living in the same courtyard from now on and running into each other constantly, I wanted to come and say hello!" Zhong Nan spoke the truth.

O'Connor listened to the conversation between Yang Chong and Zhou Jianfeng, then glanced at the footprints on the ground and sensed something amiss, following the trail as he departed.

"I am merely a wandering vagrant of the four seas. Retreat at once, and perhaps I can still spare your lives!" Jiang Zicheng stood proudly and haughtily, instead sliding his silver-hued sword back into its scabbard on his back. Forming a sword finger with his left hand, an unblemished silver sword qi extended outward for well over three feet.

Gauging that pale complexion and listless state, it bore a striking resemblance to the refugees who had starved to death by the roadside in his previous life. Yet those refugees had not merely perished from starvation; dehydration was likewise a critical contributing factor. By contrast, the man before him possessed pale lips devoid of dryness and an enfeebled body while retaining a shred of consciousness.