Chapter 51: Guiding a Thousand Threads, She Weaves the Rules into the Clan Chronicles

In just ten short days, the copper coins in the embroidery workshop's public account had piled up into silver, jingling as they surpassed the five-tael mark.

For the women of Lijia Village, who lived at the mercy of the heavens, this was the first time they had ever seen such a large sum.

Shen Guilan did not keep it to herself. She immediately gathered her ten sisters and held a meeting in the bright main hall of the embroidery workshop.

The women sat in a circle; the air was tinged with the scent of incense and tung oil. Though fatigue marked their faces, it could not dampen the joy in their hearts.

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Such a vow, spoken facing one’s very soul, carried words of utmost sincerity, leaving no room for ambiguity or deceit.

"Only today do I realize you are such a sincere person," Ning Qiu said with a glance at Shen Yi, who was busy preparing instant noodles.

If needed later, they could simply kill her, but for now, as a puppet, this period was profit.

How could one refuse such a pitiful plea? Rin Wei sighed softly. Yun Yun smiled blissfully and planted a kiss on him.

Perhaps it was the profound impact of the Massacre at the City of Ten Thousand Corpses, along with the passage of time, that had altered his character.

"Um, who will take charge of the Imperial Guard after I leave?" Durabo inquired. Surely, the Imperial Guard was a unit nurtured by Durabo himself, built with much effort and care. Thus, he was deeply concerned about who would take over its command.

Furthermore, Li Zhicheng refrained from absorbing the life energy within the space or the abundant raw materials scattered about. After all, he had already taken in plenty during his previous breakthrough and did not wish to be greedy.

Yet, there were those truly unafraid of death. Beneath the waterfall, a figure sat cross-legged. The tremendous force of the waterfall did not crush him; instead, the water parted as it fell beside him. When the news from the secret realm reached the waterfall’s upper air, a dazzling sword light shot straight upward from below the falls, piercing the clouds.

Not far away, drumbeats echoed in bursts; a chilling aura surged, the invisible military spirit solidified like rock, unified as one.

Thus, Wang Yi followed the Ten Ships, constantly stopping at beautiful places, making it clear and vivid to the beloved.

Several days later, Zhang Heng sat quietly on the couch in the beehive dormitory. As his eyes slowly opened, a weary yet satisfied expression crossed his face at that moment.

This bald man was quite interesting. Though a clone without much personal memory or past, he handled emergencies with surprising smoothness and savvy—likely influenced by his original self.

Not just her, but Marisa and Alice also looked at their companion, all puzzled by Reimu’s intentions.

About ten years ago, Li Chenzhou had yet to earn the title "Sovereign of the World," and the Power Alliance had not yet reached its present glory.

She wore only a thin white nightgown, her bare feet visible. Clearly, she had just tumbled out of bed, not even having time to put on a coat. The room was pitch black, and she was blocking the door—not exactly at the door, but using the wardrobe to bar the entrance, pressing her whole body against it.

The army favored competitive soldiers and officers. Without rivalry or ambition, how could one improve?

At one corner were the most ordinary kind—mostly similar to regular Sea Kings, perhaps only slightly stronger at the same size.

Everything seemed logically clear at first glance, but upon closer thought, it all dissolved into a tangled mess, impossible to grasp.

Yang Badao did not know Wen Qianyi and was unfamiliar with the scale of the Star Spirit Group in Fengjing City, so her evaluation carried some credibility.

Secondly, the film’s director withdrew from the project for certain reasons, but a new director was on the way and would arrive shortly.

Li Wei closed the door of his dormitory behind him and moved to a corner of the room. He took out a cigarette and handed it to the chieftain.