Chapter Fifty-Four: Pick Up the Book

Even when everyone turned their attention to the boy, the bespectacled student kept reading his book at his own pace, the speed of his page-turning never faltering. The greatest provocation he offered the confident boy was simply to ignore him—utter disregard.

Smack. Smack. The confident boy threw down all the books the bespectacled student had borrowed...

The reappearance of Angel, the mystery surrounding the identity of Angelos, Angelos’s confession, and... Nao’s affair.

When the 114th Division arrived in Tanggu on February 10, and began reinforcing Yanggao and other areas in northern Shanxi by rail from the 11th onwards, Sugiyama Hajime felt confident that the defense of northern Shanxi would hold. Thus, he drafted plans for an operation to pacify the region in February.

As with Christianity, at first you are enchanted by light and love, but in the end, you find that nothing really works anymore.

Gao Ting’s face turned ashen, and he managed a bitter smile, uncertain whether being favored by Mu Xiaofeng was a blessing or a curse.

Yet Zhao Zhenzhong was not reassured by this barrier. He ordered Zou Degui, Zhuang Yi, and others responsible for northern Shaanxi to accelerate construction, completing the line of defenses stretching from the mouth of the Yanhe River in the east, passing through Chuankou Town on the Luo River in the west, and linking with the Qiaoshan Mountains—thoroughly establishing military superiority in northern Shaanxi over the south, and severing transportation between north and south.

“These are your entry permits—keep them safe and don’t lose them,” Huang Guanghong reminded them. He now oversaw the orientation of new recruits. The Kuwisui Society's presence in the area was still weak, everything just beginning, so a shortage of manpower was to be expected.

This mask had been personally forged by the Sovereign King, able to conceal one's presence. Naturally, they could not discern Ye Chen’s true cultivation level until he himself released his aura and was recognized.

Zhang Wei gaped in disbelief at the distant object. “My goodness... what on earth is that thing?” Everyone’s mouths hung agape in astonishment. No matter how hard they tried, they simply could not fathom why the object ahead looked so much like a platter.

“They showed me a way to make money—this... toilet paper.” Gazing at his wife whose eyes sparkled with gold, Lubika lifted the roll of toilet paper appropriately, taking the chance to share his future plans with her.

Thus, Zhao Zhenzhong determined that the East Samoa submarine construction base would, after thirty-five years, become a true ship repair and supply transfer center.

In a flash, Yu Lianzhou appeared behind Xie Wuji, reaching out to cradle his unconscious form, her expression unable to conceal excitement and admiration.

The Heaven-defying Divine Spear had once been wielded by an Immortal Emperor, sweeping across the nine heavens and ten earths, invincible in its path. Its mere appearance exuded an aura that shook all creation.

“If you cultivate while still pure, you can master the Golden Bell Shield and Iron Shirt. Now that you’ve lost your purity, you won’t be able to master the internal Golden Bell Shield, but you can still develop your external Iron Shirt,” Tieshan said gravely.

She weakly opened her eyes. Jin Yu sat by the bed, tightly holding her hand and leaning close, apparently having fallen asleep there.

A murderous glint sharpened in Diana’s eyes. Her longsword swept down in a slant, aiming to cleave the King of the Evergreen Tree in two. At the same time, she flicked her left hand, sending three deadly poisoned darts hurtling toward the king’s throat, heart, and dantian.

This was only his preliminary plan; even more terrifying schemes would follow. If fully implemented, he couldn’t guarantee there would be no forgeries, but counterfeit goods would never run so rampant again.

At the very moment they reached the bottom, the great weight that had long hung in Li Yongle’s heart was finally lifted. His cold expression melted into a radiant, joyous smile—yet, amid the filth all around, the smile seemed to hold a hint of cruelty.

In the critical moment, the remnant soul of the Flame Dragon emerged in Li Qingfeng’s mind, spewing a crimson spiritual fire that instantly burned away the spiritual moon and dissolved the chill into nothingness.