Chapter 52: Chronicles of the Green Plum (Part V)

At this moment, the lightning bolts unleashed by Dimos all struck the floating crystal stones suspended around it, producing a crackling din, while the three Dorgas had vanished.

Consequently, the pastel porcelain of the Kangxi era cannot yet be considered top-tier. Within the collecting community, it is somewhat overlooked.

He swung his fist, which was shrouded in a pale green glow, and charged directly toward Lin Wei.

He knew full well that this was a process every monarch had to endure, but experiencing it firsthand still filled him with a sense of dejection. The Palm Sword Sect had been founded entirely through his own grueling efforts, yet today it felt somewhat like he was toasting wedding wine for someone else's bride.

Baudelaire was still struggling, but to no avail. He could only watch as the spearhead tightly gripped in Vigaloth's hand inched its way through his defense, yet he was completely powerless to stop it.

Riding a red bipedal dragon, Locke smiled as he approached the monster's carcass. The lizards along the way bowed their heads and retreated to the sides, showing a high degree of respect. Their submission was now truly from the bottom of their hearts—especially considering that previously, whenever they encountered monsters of this caliber, these lizards could do nothing more than be slaughtered or flee for their lives.

"Most of these are fakes; only the base of this piece is genuine. Perhaps someone might fancy it—Qing Dynasty pastel, and judging by the style, it dates back to the Kangxi era," Zhao Tianming analyzed.

In contrast, look at his own side: racking their brains and factoring in all factions just to figure out when they could reach Tier 5, where a single misstep would ruin all previous efforts. Wasn't this obstruction a bit too tortuous? Had his intelligence not been up to par, he would have been done for right at the beginning.

He waved vigorously at Sayer's retreating back, his eyes shimmering with mist, but he bit his lip and held back the word goodbye.

Without a doubt, the magnificent underground palace was a legacy left by the ancient people of the Cathay nation. Forced by circumstances and acting under the subtle hints of the three major Onmyoji families, the Japanese government initiated diplomacy with Cathay.

Calculating the precise timing, while Nguyen Phuc Lan was being killed by radiation sickness, rumors were spread in Hue that Nguyen Phuc Lan's son, Nguyen Phuc Tan, had patricided his father. Simultaneously, news of the old man's demise arrived a few days later, instantly plunging Southern Vietnam into chaos as ambitious schemers all leaped into the fray.

Looking at these upright soldiers with silver spears, the First Elder actually felt a deep sense of joy. After all, the Silver Spear Legion had grown step by step right under their guidance. Although they had now retired from the legion, that lingering attachment and fondness for it remained enduringly strong.

It could be foreseen that before long, the Azure Heaven Sect would rise to become a top-tier entity among second-rate sects, akin to the Reflecting Moon Sect, and emerge as the overlord of Ruyang County.

Because Zhu Yousong had fled in a panic from Henan and rushed all the way south to Huai'an, he had never settled down and was constantly looking for opportunities to flee. This meant he missed the final chance to educate Zhu Lianbi, leaving Zhu Lianbi completely at a loss for how to survive once Zhu Yousong died.

"Titles are merely codes; as long as Her Majesty likes it, that's what matters," An Liang said with a smile as he lightly clinked his glass with Wang Fei's.

Next, the masters of the Three Mountains and Six Halls presented gifts to the Young Master. Tian Gua received a fourth-tier medicinal pill, three liters of celestial dew, and a fourth-tier storage bracelet. There was also the half-step fourth-tier raw-forged finger sword he had forged through a competition with Foolish Hammer, which Tian Gua stored inside his body to nourish.

Lu Hanqia and Zi Han exchanged wry, amused smiles. Well, here they go fighting again. Everyone else, long accustomed to this, calmly resumed discussing business.

The continuous ringing of notification sounds in his mind made Tang Zeng even more excited; the opportunity for a level-up was right before him.

After all, the plan they had finalized this time was far too sudden, and much of the preparation remained inadequate. Underestimating the enemy was never their style.

"Uncle, haven't you left yet?" Tian Gua glanced at the group, then turned to look in the direction everyone else had departed, noticing that Zhutian Xin was growing increasingly distant, gradually fading from view.

Though he truly did not wish to continue facing Lu You, upon hearing those words, the brawny man Iron Bull had no choice but to halt, speaking without turning his head.

His opponent was just beginning to rise, with a vitality as vast as the ocean, and simply did not care about such things. Those three words left his mind unsettled; what the opponent said was entirely correct—he was no longer young.

Upon hearing this, Gao Meng glanced at Meng Qi, who was currently getting beaten black and blue on the training ground, and could not help but smile.

"All right, everyone go back to your duties first. Old Du, if I manage to track him down, would you still be able to recognize him?" Chen Shuang dismissed the crowd and turned to ask the witness, Old Du.

"Channel Leader, why don't we withdraw in three days?" After reaching a consensus, Li Le proposed to Guo Tai.

Although the infantry fighting vehicle was blown up, Niu Qi escaped injury as the driver. While this was largely due to luck, sometimes luck is also a form of strength.

A blue Ford Cobra pulled up at the entrance, its loud screech of tires drawing curious glances from everyone nearby.

The implication of this man's words was obvious: he was at the Martial King realm, yet currently served merely as an outer-court disciple. Under such circumstances, even a fool could guess that he had ulterior motives in coming to the Steadfast Sea Sect, which was why he needed to silence witnesses.

"Your Majesty, rest assured, this general shall return in a flash and show that King Zhou of Shang the might of Yang Jian!" Ignoring Ji Fa's objections, Yang Jian insisted on going.

The acquisition results for the Stone Dew Grass were gratifying. In just a single month, with a daily average net income of over a thousand coins, Lu You earned more than thirty thousand.

Yuyan was drinking with Heixuan, seemingly entirely unaffected by the commotion outside, when Yuyan suddenly received a message.

"Yeah, Tibers!" The toy bear on Annie's back instantly transformed into a terrifying giant beast, directly blocking the sneak attack for Mu Yu.

These people were led out and stood frozen in place, staring blankly as if their souls had been stripped away, their bodies trembling, too terrified to utter a word.

"Issue the order: the entire army is to hunt down and kill Yan Changqing at all costs! Regardless of who succeeds or what their current rank is, We shall personally enfeoff them as a prince with hereditary succession privileges!" Xiao Chou declared.

"You are not strong enough yet. I am not Fuyi, but if you go to him, you will naturally find a way to find me." Chu Yun shook the man's head. Had the Dragon-Driving Token not suddenly begun to glow, he would not have bothered with half a word from the man.

Jiang Hua nodded, asked a few more questions, and then left. He had not mentioned the power of divinity to Yan Chixia, as he himself did not yet know where this power originated.