Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Wild Man in the Cave (First Update)

“Commander!” Yan Fang immediately turned to Jiang Xiao and said, “That’s the alarm outside the city—those brutes from Jinmeng are making a move! We must return immediately!”

Damn it, just as expected, once autumn arrives those bastards start getting restless! The other day, we secretly sent people to turn Wu Chengqi and stole their defense map. Then, another one, Chang Zijun, showed up! And now, there’s an even bigger move afoot! Truly, there isn’t a moment to relax.

Potato suddenly understood, though he found that family rather bizarre. They were already so arrogant even before the marriage was settled; if the marriage actually happened, the Feng family would hardly be able to withstand the pressure. Then they’d end up as mere vassals.

He asked the cook, who only said that after dropping off two baskets of fish, he rushed off in a hurry—no one knew where he’d gone. Ling Shan wasn’t anxious to look for him and instead went into the kitchen herself. When she’d pestered that old monkey on the boat for food, it hadn’t been just an excuse; she was genuinely hungry now.

Yang Sichang had no choice but to accept the command, and he could sense that His Majesty had murder in his heart, intending to carry out another great purge—to re-integrate power and lay a foundation for the coming campaigns against the Jian Slave state in the north and the Russian invaders, lest they become beset by both internal and external troubles.

But man proposes, God disposes; since Lady Yixuan insisted on coming to celebrate the New Year together, her plans weren’t hers to decide anymore.

Tang Sanzang turned his head in some surprise. The crowd below parted, and a delicate young man stepped forward slowly, his face showing some fear, but also a hint of stubbornness and resolve.

Chen Lai-tou couldn’t help glancing at the imperial son-in-law. Though he knew nothing of business, he wasn’t a fool; he didn’t believe anyone could turn ten thousand taels of silver into a business worth millions. He couldn’t help but wonder if the imperial son-in-law had had too much to drink and was boasting before the Emperor.

With General Motors’ successful localization for the Chinese market, the Excelle became a new bestseller, while Volkswagen’s much-anticipated Brazilian import, the Gol, failed to gain traction. Even the Golf, Volkswagen’s pride and joy, didn’t receive the expected welcome from Chinese consumers, making them realize just how unique the Chinese auto market was.

“Rest well. Be sure to get up early for breakfast tomorrow—our family never skips a meal!” With that, Tsugawa Soji gently closed the wooden door, vanishing into the night.

He thought to himself that, since Old Liu was still alive after all these years, if he hadn’t reached the innate realm, he must be pretty close. If he foolishly tried to kill him relying only on the so-called restraining method of the Eight Demonic Tones, his fate would truly depend on Old Liu’s mood.

“Jiang Bin!” Zhu Houzhao shouted. Jiang Bin, dressed in the uniform of a military official, swiftly stepped forward and knelt on the ground.

With a crisp “ding,” the flowing light from that pattern shot into Bai Qi’s abdomen. His dantian suddenly opened wide, and the effects of the pill, as though jolted awake, once again fully merged into his dantian and were completely absorbed.

The survivors always left as early as possible, hoping to reach the shelter before the withering wind grew by half its strength. If they waited until it doubled, they would often lose too many souls—sometimes even half their gains.

Yan’s entire consciousness and spiritual power began to break free from the confines of the flesh, opening up to information from every corner of the world, his senses becoming extraordinarily acute.

Fortunately, Yan Yiyi and Guan Yuyang had worked together many times before, and as teacher and student, they had a good understanding of each other. So, very little time was wasted during filming, making the process go smoothly.

In the hearts of the Fereldans, he already held a sacred status, and his legend was told throughout Ferelden.

He could be banned once, twice, three, even four times, but as Yan Yiyi’s exposure grew and more people paid attention, comments like “everyone who ever insulted Yan Yiyi has been banned” would inevitably surface.