Volume 1, Chapter 29: Borrowing Money!

Commercial housing, as a concept, was introduced in some cities as early as 1978. Naturally, the initial impact was lackluster, as most people were still waiting for their work units to allocate housing. Furthermore, the prices for commercial property were prohibitively high. Over the years, however, commercial housing gradually became ubiquitous across the country. The leadership of Lan County, eager to build a legacy and elevate their county-level city to a prefecture-level status, was keen to follow the trend.

As Mu Licheng and his entourage walked and observed, they realized their initial judgment to invest here had been sound. Surrounded by mountains on all sides and with a large river behind the village, the location held great potential for a resort once developed.

"My life belongs to you, Hall Master. Naturally, I will obey!" Grizzly's expression shifted instantly, his face turning solemn as he spoke.

After his first wife passed away, she left behind a son, Gu Xin. Unlike Gu Yu, this eldest son was highly ambitious and rather cold in temperament, rarely returning home.

Four years of separation from her husband and the fragmentation of her family—all caused by the man standing opposite her. As she held the child he had once sought to harm, how could she not be afraid?

"Exactly," Lan Yue said, casting a disdainful glance at her younger brother. The fool was clever enough, but sometimes he was too straightforward and lacked subtlety. "With my martial arts skills, sneaking into the Great Qin Imperial Palace to take Emperor Chengde's head wouldn't be difficult at all." In any case, Chu Lingyun’s grudge was against Emperor Chengde alone; killing him should be easy.

There is a benefit to being a bit plumper; at the very least, it feels comfortable to the touch, warm and soft everywhere, like cotton.

Scrolling through her contact list, she couldn't help but send a text message to both Chen Han and Zheng Yilu.

The man in black led Zhao Long and his companion through several gardens before finally arriving at the hall he had mentioned. Gazing at the magnificent structure, Zhao Long couldn't help but sigh; the lives of the wealthy were truly something else. Even a dining room was decorated so lavishly, with a tabletop crafted from solid gold.

Xiao Chen knew that her father had never approved of her being with Zhan Beiting. The last time he agreed to withdraw his investment, it was only because she had used her late mother as leverage. Since then, he had consistently opposed her interference in someone else's family.

He then stepped forward, his eyes sweeping over the thirteen new reincarnators, naturally skipping over Fang Shaoping and Yanquan. After all, these two were specifically requested by the commander; since they had delivered such a generous gift, he certainly wouldn't deprive them of their favorites.

"Otherwise, you would have already died here. Most people wouldn't have survived that ordeal," the old artifact spirit remarked. He firmly believed that Qin Gang was the most suitable candidate among them all to receive the inheritance of the Deity Transformation—that was a simple fact, beyond debate.

Qian Jing smiled. "I don't want to be burdened by you, so I’ll just cripple you first." With that, he channeled his internal energy through his arm, sending it violently surging through the Ren meridian of the early Tribulation-stage cultivator, shattering it completely.

Just as the Right Worthy Prince was killed and his army annihilated, and the Xiongnu Chanyu fled north to regroup his forces with plans for another southern invasion, the Great Battle at Yanmen Pass was drawing to a close.

The phrases "protagonist" and "supporting role" he had just uttered were automatically censored by the Main God. Consequently, Alice and the others heard nothing but the fact that Crescent Moon was extremely dissatisfied with Fang Shaoping, though they had no idea what the specifics of that dissatisfaction were.

After the bird repeated the previous words through the phone, Xiao Xiao pressed a button and listened in silence.

"That's good," Xiao Xiao said. With one arm, he cradled Daguanren, whose hands were wrapped around his neck. In his other hand, he held a stolen weapon—a long spear. Maintaining his desire to look cool, Xiao Xiao had swiped this trophy in an instant, ignoring the various long sabers and great swords available.