Volume One, Chapter 24: The Delicacy My Wife Made with Her Own Hands Was Exquisite—I Loved It Dearly

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the window lattice and spilled onto the bed, where Xiao Qingyu slowly opened her eyes.

With only 23 seconds left in the match, the endurance of Experimental High School seemed to be exhausted, yet they refused to give up, still holding onto hope. The score stood at Qinglin High School 81, Experimental High School 78.

As the heart of Gu Hun Continent, Gu Hunzhou had long established a tripartite balance of power among the imperial palace, the three great sects, and the eight prominent families. Though open and covert struggles were frequent, the ever-watchful beasts kept them in uneasy harmony.

Mu Lingfeng paid no mind to the players, focusing all his attention on the alliance soldiers—these players couldn’t even pierce his armor.

"This guy... won’t say thank you?" Xuan Gui looked at her irritably, about to argue.

Even with a brief history of finance, it was still history. In this era, just researching materials was enough to drive one mad. Lu Renbing provided a rough outline, and the editorial teams divided into project groups, scouring for information to fill the gaps, preparing the next issue of the Financial Times.

No matter what was said, Zuo Yanmo would never let him go. After all they had been through, could it all end as a joke? Would the sacrifices of the fallen soldiers be mocked as well?

The Sea Tribe owned more than one military factory; the Zheng and Shen allied clans had theirs too, often coming to the Le Sea Tribe to promote warships.

A cat crouched on the eaves, leisurely licking its paws in the sunlight, its green eyes narrowed to slits.

Then he continued with the days he clocked in at the gambling house. To reduce the chance of being noticed, Lu Renbing bought several sets of tattered clothes and a worn felt hat. Every time he went to the gambling house, he disguised himself to ensure no one paid him any attention.

Jiang Jiang didn’t know how to respond, naturally setting down the manuscript and picking up the tea in front of him to take a sip.

“I know the strength of power. I won’t be the great king anymore; I will remain as Lord Jiang. King Ding will forgive me because I will blame everything on you.” Lord Jiang spoke as he ordered preparations for the rockets.

“It’s nothing really, just a few photos. I left them here; handle it as you see fit. I’m off now. Don’t be too surprised.” After saying this, Shen Feng slunk away, fearing the man would pester him endlessly, as this was hardly a matter of pride.

Lord Xiong exchanged looks with Fang Jieming, then led his guards toward Master Wang Dao’s studio.

Mandulatou had grown weary of the prolonged watch; the attack time was delayed, the constant patrols were annoying, and inside the tent his beloved awaited. He said nothing, nodded, patted Hassan’s shoulder, and returned to the barracks.

“Old man, buy some food! You’re so weak; why waste time rotating a cudgel?” Cang Jianli teleported behind Yu Qianxun and shouted sharply.

Shen Feng moved to the man’s side, grasped his hand, and gently bent his index finger without resistance.

At the agreed time and place, Ma Yue and Chen Jie each led two thousand elite soldiers to the designated spot. From afar, they saw the camp gate still guarded by sentries, with several patrol teams outside. Inside, over a thousand campfires burned steadily, everything seemingly normal.

Understanding this, Cang Jianli’s heart turned bitter. He had very few left himself; most had gone to Cangyun Mountain to meet their deaths. Ten thousand Tai Chi realm cultivators, a thousand Heavenly King realm cultivators, and a hundred Divine Kings—when had the Eastern Wilderness amassed so many Primordial Masters? It seemed the battle in the Eastern Wilderness would hardly be optimistic.