Volume One, Chapter 73: Declaration of Sovereignty

He tried to pry apart Wen Xuyu’s hands wrapped around his neck, only to find that, at this moment, her strength was astonishing.

The Demon of Senluo possessed the innate ability to see through player data, but among all the data columns, there was one he could not perceive—the status bar.

Zhu San’s real name was Gong Sanran, twenty-two years old, a burly man with a beard. The records showed that his father had died from injuries early on, and his mother followed his father when he was six. His family property was taken by his relatives, leaving him orphaned, and he was taken in by General Zhu to be raised and trained in the army.

"Steward Xing, could you ask if bricks and tiles can be sent by water? The location is the head of West Bian Bridge," Yu Jin recalled the cargo ships on the river and added another remark.

"We swear here!" All the guardians shouted in unison, their eyes showing no trace of hesitation.

Truffles grow along the Mediterranean coast, beneath the dim light and soft, alkaline soil. Usually found under oak trees, they are universally acclaimed as a luxury delicacy, ranked alongside foie gras and caviar as one of the world’s top three gourmet treasures.

Jiang Qingtian’s awaited guest, it seemed, was truly a distinguished figure—neither early nor late, appearing only at the critical moment, finally arriving at precisely eleven fifty.

The Zhan Group openly suppressed the Si family, which, already battered by storms, was dealt yet another cruel blow.

With relaxed brows and a smiling mouth, she had not expected to suddenly turn around. By chance, their gazes collided.

Since her divorce, she had never had time for herself; she wanted desperately to unwind.

But this time, amid the frantic fight for survival, she had killed so many wolves—anyone discovering they died by her hand would surely be shocked and terrified.

Subconsciously, she knew she was asleep, yet it felt as if she were awake, handling medicinal herbs, surrounded by their scent. Unfamiliar people might abhor the pungent aroma, but those used to working with herbs found it pleasantly fragrant.

Feng Shu doubted whether it could understand those bizarre data, but whether Mengmeng could comprehend them was secondary; clearly, Xiao Yuanshan did.

After her words, she didn’t even have time to say goodbye before hastily leaving the gates of Jihong Embroidery Hall.

The big cat allowed Miao Ran to handle it however she pleased, but its gaze remained fixed on the great fox hidden behind the tree, occasionally baring its teeth, yet it did not glance at the fox's wife who had fled in the other direction.

Lu Ban was born with a baby face, so the world assigned him a modest role—a set of pale blue clothing, clearly not yet old enough for his coming-of-age ceremony.

Enmeshed to the bone, rising and falling repeatedly, Sitian had come many times, definitely more than once, but she no longer had the strength to argue.

Huang Chao frowned slightly, gazing silently at the vast landscape, standing upright for two hours. In all that time, he had not moved even a fraction, not even his fingers.

Luo Yan did not know that the simple greeting she saw had been revised countless times before it was finally sent.

She spoke as she walked forward, moving slowly, clearly still suffering from her leg injury. Mu Yunshen simply picked her up by the waist and turned toward the elevator.

"Alright, let's do it this way. If there are no issues, I can arrange a car to take you to Jin City right now. That will be your new starting point. Of course, if you encounter any problems in Jin City, you can call me at any time," Guan Long said.

"Of course. Two or three yuan may not be much, but it allows us to stock a bit more. Anyway, it’s better than paying them in advance," Hao Xinyan replied.