The Solution

Unlike the bearded Taoist, Ye Yan’s fist showed no trace of blood, nor even a single bruise, as if the collision had never occurred. The onlookers dispersed in a flurry, and it was at this moment that Ye Fei emerged from the office area side door.

Holding this thought, Yang Yi’s gaze flickered repeatedly; clutching a matte-finished shotgun, he sprinted rapidly through the hail of gunfire.

The next day, the four of them slept in the same room again, but this time they pushed two beds together, sleeping almost as one. Unbeknownst to them, their bonds grew deeper with each passing day.

Just as they descended the mountain and reached the provincial road, seven or eight police cars with flashing lights roared past. It was easy to guess they were heading toward Murong Qianqian and her group.

Aside from armor and firearms, the Northwest Manufacturing Bureau primarily produced cavalry equipment and siege towers, as the Northwest was a vast expanse of yellow sand. The Southeast, however, was crisscrossed by waterways, and its bureau produced not only standard gear but also seagoing vessels and warships.

Sun Zhanshan gasped, letting out a soft cry, his body trembling so violently he nearly stumbled to the ground.

At dawn, the day after Qin Feng met with Jieli, the thirty-thousand-strong army of the Xueyantuo split into three columns. Under the cover of a dense, swirling fog, they struck the Turkic camp simultaneously.

Lin Yi flew into a rage, swinging his massive sword with such ferocity that the violent sword aura forced Black Snake and his men to retreat in haste.

This time, Qin Yang did not manifest hundreds of blades at once; since it was his first time seeking a Sixth-Grade Divine Fortune, there was no need for haste.

The three of them had known each other for half a year, so they often traded jokes, which helped lighten the atmosphere during their grueling training.

When the story reached the part where Qin Liang and his companions led the Wagang Army to shatter Yang Lin’s "Single-Line Serpent" formation, the entire audience erupted in cheers.

Before he could finish his sentence, the vicious old demon closed his eyes and lapsed into a coma, and the demon palace returned to a deathly silence.

Hearing this, everyone nodded, exchanging glances and seeing the satisfaction and joy reflected in each other’s eyes.

Miao Keke skipped over to the somewhat dazed Feng Ge and said with a mischievous grin, "Hehe! Don’t worry, Sister, my master is very strong! He’ll definitely perform a classic hero-saving-the-beauty routine!" With that, she ran out, looking eager to watch the spectacle.

After all, Wu Chi was cunning; if he had disappeared now, he was likely lurking in the shadows, preparing to ambush him.

Su Yang fell into deep thought after hearing this. Perhaps a visit to the auction house in Vetalun might reveal signs of the impending disaster.

Watching her husband’s back as he walked the guests out, Li Sanniang sat motionless in her seat, tears finally spilling over like rain. Her thoughts were a tangled, chaotic mess, impossible to sort out or cut through.

Feeling deeply remorseful, Xu Chen was about to apologize to the shopkeeper on his uncle’s behalf when he suddenly heard a scream from behind him.

Although Fang Mudi’s status kept the commoners from gossiping, the servants of the Fang and Cui families had seen everything. If Cui Sheng continued to be so reckless, how could Fang Mudi maintain the dignity of a Lady of the Region in front of others?

The imperial consort’s retinue was grand and imposing. Furthermore, Wen Mi had always favored luxury, unlike Ye Xiyue, who traveled with only a handful of people. Compared to Wen Mi’s grand procession, Ye Xiyue’s looked rather meager.

The special period had passed, and even Director Sun dared to openly display a silver lock, so that could not have been the reason.

The dirt road was not difficult to repair; it just required plenty of sand and gravel, then thorough compaction. Though simple, it was labor-intensive, and given the number of roads, it would take considerable time to finish.

"And their grandparents don’t have any objections?" Li Ju wondered. She liked not having to care for the children, but she was worried about the Xu family’s attitude.

It was fine; they had only been here for a few days, and there was plenty of time ahead. They had all the time in the world to stir up trouble with this tribe, provided the tribe had enough food to sustain them.

Moreover, Fang Shuyu and Quan Muxian were both in the palace; even if she were told to leave, she would not depart Luoyang. She believed the Elder Lady Quan would not leave either, so she did not even bring it up.

Qin Zi'ang listened, held Gou Sheng, and asked, "Sheng'er, do you want an orange?" After saying the name so many times, it didn't seem quite as unpleasant anymore.

Wang Yang picked one and ate it; besides the excellent taste, he felt a surge of strength, and all his fatigue vanished instantly.

The armies of Liu Jing and Bao Hong suffered heavy losses and returned empty-handed; while Dong Zhuo’s army failed to win, they at least managed to retreat with their forces intact.

A-Hua, relying on his brute strength, struggled free from his accomplices, raised his gun, and fired at A-Ji. A-Ji tilted his head, and the bullet grazed his hairline, striking the stainless steel door.

However, he believed that if he were to return to Hedong in the future to start an uprising, he could send for Xun You, who would surely come; thus, Duan Zeng did not worry too much.

For this reason, Lin Yun set price tiers for Zhou Xingchi and his peers. If the film was for overseas distribution or a U.S. release, the salary was fixed accordingly, but if the film was only to be shown in Hong Kong or parts of Southeast Asia, the salary would be capped at four million.

In addition, Yang Wo specifically ordered artisans to begin casting larger cannons—heavy artillery weighing over ten thousand jin, capable of firing twenty-jin shells. If successful, their ability to conduct sieges would be significantly enhanced.

Feng Yong did not attempt to keep them; after all, the Han and Wei were enemies, and some things only became more complicated the longer they were delayed.

"Alright, let me give you a brief history of the Kunlun Mountains," Xiye said, lifting the screen.

"However, you haven't just failed to do good; you have committed many evils. Among your various dealings, many have harmed the common people. Some of your servants are even more arrogant."

The rain cleared, and the people at the scene were overjoyed. Such a perfect, "everyone wins" ending was simply ideal.

Yet, no one knew her name; they wanted to call out to her but did not know what to say.