Chapter 47: Preparing for Iron Smelting

"Oh my, who on earth could possibly make our imposing, overbearing, and high-and-mighty Miss Lin angry to this extent? Tsk tsk, let me guess—could it be that young lad who knows how to make refined salt?" Bai Yuxiang said with a giggle.
"Knowing it, why bother asking?" Lin Ling'er's anger subsided slightly.
"Alright, stop being angry. This time, I kept a low profile and investigated everything thoroughly for you. Humpf, no matter how vigilant he might be, it was useless; he couldn't escape me tracking him closely and got thoroughly exposed! I have successfully completed the mission. Well, do you want to hear about it?" Bai Yuxiang claimed credit to Lin Ling'er with full satisfaction.
She originally thought Lin Ling'er would at least offer a few words of praise and let her anger dissipate.
Never would she have imagined...
In fact, when she was dodging, she had no idea that this man was the very same one she had encountered in the convenience store.
Hearing the sound, Yang Shu opened his eyes and discovered that the door hinge had returned to its normal state. He couldn't help but marvel in admiration, his mood greatly improving.
"What did you say? What 36D!" Hearing Zhou Yiyang's words, Li Wan raised her gaze and saw Zhou Yiyang staring blankly at her chest, his mouth slightly open, saliva hovering at the corner of his lips as if it were about to drip down, followed by a swallowing sound of "gulp".
The remaining black men saw how formidable Xiao Yao was and tried to flee in panic, but Xiao Yao struck them down one by one, leaving not a single one to escape.
Su Cangfeng walked over to the temporary migrant workers' quarters set up in front of the construction site and let out a shout, instantly drawing twenty-something robust construction workers in shorts to surround him.
"What is there to be afraid of? It's just empty talk and nothing will come of it; why bother getting upset with the ignorant?" Shen Qingyun said calmly.

However, to his amazement, this knife thrust into Xiao Yao's body had absolutely no effect at all.
Just as Kenny had said, the third floor was indeed stocked with a vast array of luxury goods, and even a number of contraband items were readily available.
Be that as it may, Liu Yu knew that what was recorded on these pieces of paper was a cultivation method, and specifically a sword technique at that.
Tang Siyou laughed aloud and said, "Haha, Old Lou, do not be impatient. Before announcing this grand and joyous occasion, this old man would like to introduce a remarkable young hero to our esteemed guests and friends." Seeing Lou Xiaoyi ask, he deliberately kept them in suspense.
Bai Yixue replied, "Understood." Having already made up his mind in secret, he recounted every single detail from how he met Wang Wan to his experiences in the Valley of Lost Years.
"Trying to escape? Too late!" The Primordial Immortal Emperor let out a cold snort. With a faint chime, a feathered fan transformed into a Nine-Heads Phoenix and lunged toward Ling Feng. The surrounding chaotic energy dispersed, leaving behind a vacuum realm.
"Alright, just take a day off tomorrow, and I will definitely be there on time." Li Ergou nodded and agreed to the request.
Actually, Su Linwan telling Lu Yu'an about this wasn't because she wanted to study abroad, but rather to share it with him so that Lu Yu'an could understand her better.
The distance between each island was truly staggering; with them lying so far apart, you expect me to just jump across?
In other words, unless both parties agreed, the intermediate-level classes had no right to initiate a mandatory class battle against the primary-level classes.
On the contrary, the things he shouldn't have learned—such as grave robbing and tomb raiding—were things he picked up without missing a single one.
Jiang Li did not doubt the truth of Xue Shang's words in the slightest, because Xue Shang's demeanor did not seem feigned, and he was fully aware that Xue Shang was indeed capable of directly unleashing golden divine lightning.
Silence filled the interior of the car, as quiet as a graveyard. The moment Ye Ranyuan heard him mispronounce her male god's name, she abandoned her game entirely and threw her tablet computer straight into Qiao Yanyan's hands.
"Is being angry of any use?" Sighing deeply, Hua Shiyi knew that no matter what the Green-Haired had promised, she still had to retrieve the items.
He also felt that Chef Zhou's death was bizarre, but since his uncle senior was no longer investigating, Qi Weishui spared himself the trouble.
After finishing his curses, feeling unsatisfied with venting his anger, he simply planted another kick on Old Kui's backside, sending Old Kui crashing face-first into the dirt, unable to get back up.
"Senior, please forgive my presumption, but where on earth did you hear this story?" I pressed on.

Yet now, the turn of events seemed to exceed his expectations. At the very least, Xu Huang could not figure out why Di Huadao had suddenly become so benevolent as to spare his life, nor why he had left the severely wounded and unconscious Sophia unharmed.
Returning to his seat, Xu Xiao was utterly baffled. Could it be that he had just experienced a hallucination? Was he simply being overly vigilant?
Little did she know that she had once appeared on the silver screen herself; it was just that with the passage of time, the former "Yuqing" had grown even more breathtaking.
As the fatty led the way while speaking, his three-meter-tall frame was terrifyingly bulky, yet no one dared to block his path, scurrying aside to make way.
Shortly after, the main force of the Chu army rapidly constructed bridges, taking a little over a day to erect three sturdy pontoon bridges across the surging waters of the Ji River. Meanwhile, the main force of the Young Marshal's army led by Xiang Kang had only just broken camp at the Jiyang battlefield and marched east, still over a hundred miles away from Dingtao.
She knew well that growing cotton would undoubtedly be profitable—and lucrative at that—so there would undoubtedly be plenty of people filled with envy, jealousy, and resentment.
Had Yang Yunxi not stationed people to keep watch outside her room, the others probably wouldn't have even known when Yang Fengxi had returned.
"Yanhuang, you're awake?" Xuan Mei's eyes narrowed slightly, her expression a mix of joy and a trace of lingering regret.
That was also Yang Yunxi's intention. With Qingyou's assistance, she quickly slipped into her clothes and shoes. As for her hair, she had no time to comb it, hastily twisting it into a simple bun secured with a hairpin before heading out the door.
Nan Gongqing was caught off guard and kissed squarely on the lips. Just as he was about to push her away, his large hand brushed against her sleek waist, shifting from a push to a supportive hold. He then embraced Yun Fuxiao's slender waist, pressing one hand against the back of Yun Fuxiao's damp head to deepen the kiss.
Truth be told, if given the choice, Lao Puer would still prefer to complete the refinement relying solely on his own strength.
Watching Elder Huang's expression sink, the Emperor of the Vulture Kingdom felt a mixture of shock and secret delight.
"Consort Qin already had a private grudge against Noble Lady Yang. This matter..." Xihe said as she wore a look of difficulty and hesitation, stealing a sideways glance at Zhu Li as if she wanted to speak her mind but lacked the courage.
She honestly had no idea how to evaluate this soup. To call it delicious—it didn't seem to leave much of a lasting impression of savory flavor. To call it medicinal soup—once she finished drinking it, that fresh taste lingered vividly and persistently in her mind.