Chapter 155: Ten Thousand Yuan a Copy, I'll Buy It!

Behind the banner hung a massive promotional poster for *Zhu Xian*, suspended directly from the ceiling in the center of the bookstore's main hall. Jiang Bing was highly satisfied with this display; Huaxin Bookstore had truly pulled out all the stops for *Zhu Xian*. Across all five floors, the most prominent shelves were fully stocked with copies of the novel. Although the doors had only just opened, a large crowd of readers had already surged in, making the hall feel somewhat cramped.

He always felt his wife’s reaction was rather strange. After all, it was said that the Grand Preceptor held the Liang family in high regard, and that the family’s fate was intertwined with the Grand Preceptor’s estate. From the elders and high-ranking family members down to the maids and guards, everyone adored her, which is why she was known as the Second Princess.

She thought back to the world of *Journey to the West*, where every time she was beaten by Brother Monkey, she was met with endless mockery.

Guided by a spirit beast, she entered one of the burial chambers. The room was deathly silent, exuding a solemn and grave atmosphere. Various magical artifacts were placed nearby, and in the center, a magnificent coffin lay undisturbed. With just a glance, Mo Yu felt an inexplicable, awe-inspiring aura emanating from it.

Lin Ling happened to land in front of Mo Yu just then, and upon turning back to see her battered and scarred appearance, she furrowed her brows.

Taking advantage of the moment the beast tide was held back, Chen Shijie and Wang Zhao strained to post talismans onto the nodes of the formation, striving to hold on as long as possible. Xiao Ningsu, well-versed in talisman arts, produced a stack of finely crafted talismans to assist Chen Shijie in fortifying the formation points.

Liao Chen’s expression was grim, his eyes flashing with intensity. With his Dao Spirit Immortal Pupils, he could see that the spiritual energy within both Shui Yuan Dao and Shui Potian was incredibly dense. Shui Potian was slightly weaker than himself, but Shui Yuan Dao’s spiritual energy was even more robust than his own—and by a significant margin.

"I understand," I said. "First it was a sea of fire, and now it's a mountain of blades. Fine, I will cross it." With a leap, I soared across like a bird.

He had said he would take a look and then destroy it. If so, the information on it should have been clear at a glance.

It was evident that Su Mu not having a Wanderer rank was no secret among the mercenaries. Thus, Su Mu did not hesitate to use this as a shield.

Although the eradication of various rebel forces was always officially labeled as collusion with the Dark Demon Realm, it could not silence the public’s speculation. This was something Yu Xiaotian had heard rumors of.

The Phoenix City Special Forces forged a solid maritime defense with their own bodies, standing immovable against the onslaught of an enemy force ten or a hundred times their size. Their silver phoenix armor had been stained red by the blood of their foes, and the enemy corpses lay piled high at their feet.

He had not eaten at this restaurant for a long time, but the taste had not changed; it was as delicious as ever.

In contrast to the joyful atmosphere here, another group of people inside the Jinbi Huihuang Hotel looked grave and were filled with rage. Looking around, it was none other than Ma Shanglong, Zheng Zixin, and their entourage.

Meanwhile, Zhu Ciliang issued an imperial decree for the Ministry of Revenue to allocate 500,000 taels of silver to establish the Academy of Hundred Crafts on the outskirts of Nanjing. Equivalent to a modern technical school, it was dedicated to teaching practical skills such as medicine, embroidery, and carpentry, specifically recruiting students between the ages of thirteen and thirty.

"Damn it! Those accursed Ming dogs, they only know how to ambush!" Tracking the direction from which the arrows were fired, Ajige finally spotted Ji Feng. He immediately whipped his wounded warhorse and charged toward him, followed closely by a squadron of Eight Banners cavalry.

Lin Jie smiled slightly, gave his fishing rod a sharp jerk, and a big-eye tuna weighing several dozen pounds landed steadily into the bucket. After changing the bait, he cast the line out once more.

The Purple Emperor escaped during the chaos. The man in black was furious that his full-force strike had failed to prevent the escape.

Zhu Ciliang gave a cold laugh, then looked at the 200,000-strong army under Prince Lu’s command, lost in thought.

However, this was also an opportunity. If he could, Huang Daozhou was determined to head north to the Imperial Capital, with the intention of taking the Crown Prince away.