Chapter 130: The Plan

Shu Yiming acted this way because he intended to play along with the ruse.

"Brother Zhu, I never expected you to be this fast. I am truly impressed!" Shu Yiming immediately poured a cup of tea and sat before him with the utmost respect.

Seeing this, Zhu Danian felt a wave of satisfaction, nodded, and chuckled softly. "Rest assured, once a matter is in my hands..."

Deep in the heavens, Ancestor Hongjun appeared as a vague mass of pure light, frantically purifying and suppressing the ominous energy within the depths of the world. Entangled with demonic energy and unable to break free, he was slowly extracting and unraveling the ominous forces from the murky essence of the Yin and Yang earth, gathering and suppressing them.

"And what about that lunatic? He’s been arrested, right?" Ai Mu asked indignantly, her expression and tone as natural as could be.

"Everything is ready. We plan to open our first flagship store at Battery Park." As Li Mu had expected, Gloria had indeed set her sights on Battery Park.

I looked away. His cigarette had burned down to the filter, leaving only the stub between his slender fingers.

Perhaps he was summarizing the battles of the past few days, or perhaps he was simply indulging in a bit of melancholy. Regardless, Lieutenant Devereaux’s words carried a sense of gloom, though Lieutenant Denzel, sitting beside him, knew these were simply Devereaux’s honest thoughts.

A visible pale purple light erupted from Jiang Han’s fingertips, flooding the banquet hall. The moment everyone saw this light, not a single person remained unmoved; all were frozen in place.

Consort Hui had intended to have a pleasant conversation with her, but before long, drowsiness overcame her.

I walked over and sat down. Tan Wenliang showed no surprise at my arrival, merely nodding before turning his gaze back to the child. Tan Wenyan was busy working on Olympiad math problems.

My palm was wrapped in his, and though a chill radiated from his touch, a sliver of warmth blossomed deep within my heart.

The Grand Prince Yin was utterly reckless; the more enemies he faced, the more fearless he became. His long glaive struck directly at the heads of the enemy soldiers, and wherever he passed, blood sprayed. As the blood splattered across his face, his eyes only grew brighter.

Ran Qingyu was nowhere to be found. Qing Feng’s fists clenched, a realization dawning upon him, and he hurriedly looked toward the man.

At this moment, Weinong’s words were completely incoherent; she wept with such heartbreak and profound sorrow.

"Yes!" The soldiers, emboldened, tossed the oil drums right over the city walls and quickly retreated to make room.

Qin Bu’er was now a medic for the Dragon Breath unit and possessed his own identification badge. Once he presented it, the guards saluted and let him pass immediately.

And so, every day when it was time to work, Shengzi only needed to sit in the shop, sipping tea while directing others. As for himself, he didn't have to do a thing.

Jiang Nan turned a deaf ear, his gaze fixed upon the man in black robes. The man remained with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky, where the imprints of the Primordial Bell, Primordial Pagoda, and Primordial Cauldron remained—relics left behind by the Emperor, the Venerable, and Daoist Bukong when they created the world.

Seeing Li Yuntian approaching, Qing Feng activated his emblem and used Flash Step to rush toward him.

Because precious artifacts were always in short supply everywhere, the success rate for craftsmen forging them remained low.

The Fox Venerable watched Jiang Nan return to the Immortal Domain. He saw the battered prehistoric monster toad leap from its cave, its mouth dripping with blood, yet it bounded into the Great River of Primordial Water with high spirits.

A moment later, a Bird-man Star Lord was struck by a Sea-Calming Stone. Unable to withstand the immense force, his protective divine aura shattered, and his golden light dissipated. As his body plummeted downward, the Sea-Calming Star Lord did not let up, hurling stone after stone at him, as if determined to grind his opponent into dust.