Chapter 56

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Compared to the other three families, the Cui family stood out for their unique approach; while the others operated as traditional family businesses, the Cui family always valued talent above all else. Cui Haonan was the fourth son, with two elder brothers and one sister, none of whom were involved in the family enterprise.

Li Zhichen and the others were taken aback. The Prison Fire Warden was a notorious demon lord from over thirty years ago in the dark arts, who had mysteriously vanished. Could he have been captured and used as a sacrificial offering? They glanced over and saw the old man’s face, pale and shriveled like orange peel, his spirit visibly waning.

His stout figure gripped an axe, leading the soldiers into fierce battle. Soon, over ten thousand troops surged like a tide, surrounding Chong City and laying siege.

Having traveled together, they knew each other’s backgrounds well. Even Qin Hui, at his worst, would never stoop to farming.

Su Daji spoke calmly; this position was appointed by the Lord of the Heavens. She had intended to deceive King Zhou into granting Su Mu command over half the army.

The statue had stood for many years. Whether by design or accident, someone must have touched it before. Yet to this day, no protective measures were installed around it, indicating that ordinary contact would not trigger any abnormal effects.

Xiao Yingying whispered softly, “We stayed here overnight, so we know.” She recalled clinging closely to Shangguan Yun the previous night, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Cheng Nuo knew his grandfather’s temper; when it came to scolding grandchildren, he had no say. The only one who could speak now was his grandmother, though she was also secretive about Cheng Yan’s racing. Cheng Nuo quietly tugged at Mrs. Cheng’s sleeve, pleading with her silently.

The main issue was that heating technology was poor in this era; it was impossible to maintain a constant warm temperature at home.

Chen Jizhen watched the three thousand soldiers, who had once surged like a raging flood toward the enemy, now shattered by a thunderous assault.

“Recently, there’s been a lot of rain, probably plenty of good stuff,” said Jason, referring to various rare medicinal herbs.

Qiao Luo paused outside the window. Learning from past experiences, she had chosen a concealed spot this time, one from which she could escape at any moment.

This box alone was extraordinary; the contents inside were undoubtedly unimaginable treasures.

Lu Peiyi liked to call her Qiao Qiao. Curious, she once asked why not call her Luo Luo. He said Qiao Qiao sounded better.

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Just now, Mei Chuxue had been sent to find the imperial physician for her father. They were probably waiting at the Mei residence by now.

“My precious…” he called to her softly, unconsciously. He regretted that after knowing her so long, he still addressed her as “assistant,” as if she were a subordinate.

“What? It’s really construction machinery?” Wang Changqing was confused and quickly opened the Lord Era interface to find the World Chat Channel.

The villagers were indeed “simple,” not sparing even the belongings of the dead, thinking to bring them home to supplement their household goods.

One day, a skilled artisan strolling through the garden happened upon a letter bearing a poem titled “Cherishing the Remaining Spring.”

Yet, they were merely green leaves, which only served to highlight Lingzi, who stood center stage singing, radiant as the bright moon.

“Isn’t that enough?” Lan Yueyue lazily stretched her delicate hand and playfully flicked her long eyelashes.

This time Wu Yunzhao agreed to Xie Ying’s proposal. After all, he had fought Huang Zhong and knew he was no match, so he no longer intended to pursue the matter.

The sword aura formed a blade over three meters long, cleaving through the demon’s head in one stroke. The cut was smooth and clean. Inside the skull were many tentacle-like flesh strands connected to numerous eyes, with withered flesh interspersed with traces of green fluid.

So they consulted a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, who reached the same conclusion. They no longer trusted anyone and decided to gather herbs themselves from the pharmacy according to folk remedies.

Bao Lu’s muddled mind suddenly cleared. Remembering his earlier daze, he wanted to shout aloud.

Sun Ce smiled and explained this was his stratagem. According to his agreement with Tao Qian, as long as Cao Cao retreated, Tao Qian would owe a reward.

At the moment Su Li leapt out, Li Wei moved as well. He stepped forward, instantly repelling the flying sword intent. Without extra movement, he struck directly with a palm against Su Li’s Red Sun Sword.

The girl shook her head. She had just smelled the scent of blood, which upset her stomach. She didn’t want to eat now and decided to have dinner later tonight.

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Thus, in this life, she hoped to become a wandering healer, roaming the streets and alleys to save those harmed by the smog demons.

Fan Shi climbed several meters upward, but the soft mud easily fell away. His fingers digging into the soil frequently caused large chunks to break off the wall, or the mud beneath his feet collapsed, leaving him unable to escape the pit despite repeated efforts.

As for the past self, Tai Chu, Ye Chu instinctively ignored him—not out of choice, but because he had no way not to.

The manager forced the head chef to apologize. The chef, hoping to keep his job, swallowed his anger and apologized to Lin Yong.

This time, though they survived, their injuries were far more severe than before, leaving them barely clinging to life.

Originally, classmates had hoped Xu Fei would join them for food and drink, but she declined, citing afternoon classes, and urged them not to drink. She promised to treat everyone to drinks in a couple of days.

Ye Chu looked at the massive consumption of merit points and gasped despite his wealth. In just moments, his accumulated merits, numbering in the hundreds of billions and enough to elevate a mortal directly to the pinnacle of the Daoist Golden Immortal stage, were nearly depleted.

After recounting the events, two policemen politely asked other questions, such as whether they had enemies or had conflicts since arriving in London—all inquiries directed at Cao Yue.

Only Liu Yong couldn’t sleep. He kept his eyes wide open, staring fixedly at the coffin. Soon his vision blurred, everything shimmering with golden light.

The pioneering era was very long, but overall peaceful—no world-class wars, no so-called dark upheavals.