30 Earth Fissure

"I am not asking you to swallow it. You have been here for several years; you must know people who are well-informed."

The news was filled with reports of disaster-stricken areas and appeals for migrant workers not to return home, but to celebrate the New Year where they were. Yet, the Chinese people have a particularly deep obsession with returning home for the holiday. Even after all these years, Jiang Xue still remembered the scenes on the news: long, congested highways, the crowded rush of the spring travel season, and train stations packed so tightly with people that one could barely move.

What kind of concept was this? In the first layer, everyone could still get by; after all, everyone played different roles in a team, and the points harvested varied. For a Priest, a class with zero combat power, to compete with a Mage in the speed of reaping kills was simply absurd.

Ye Xixi and Huangfu Sihan heard this, their young faces showing expressions of confusion. They looked at each other, their eyes filled with bewilderment.

The innkeeper smiled after hearing this and said, "If you hadn't come to ask me about this matter today, I was just about to have someone send word to you."

"Having me take care of you is enough. Why hire a caregiver? What a waste of money," Huo Jiansheng said righteously.

"How is that possible? The inn has already been transferred; how could they not have returned yet?" Brother Yi said.

This time, Chen Siqi stopped resisting. She leaned into Huang Dehan's embrace, feeling her entire body go limp.

All so-called respect for agreements was a sham. The real reason was the general election; it was a critical time for the election, and the White House would not take risks with this matter.

Auntie Liu specially delivered a few paper cuttings to Shi Zelan, satisfying her momentary curiosity.

"Could these floating chess pieces be the gift that old white-haired man gave me?" Watching the pieces drift slowly into the air, Mu Yun could not help but mutter to himself with a touch of sarcasm.

He did not care whether Jin Ling lived or died. As an inner-sect disciple, to put it bluntly, he had the authority to execute an outer-sect disciple. Even if Jin Ling’s crimes did not warrant death, if he killed him, it would be nothing more than an apology to the elders.

Ever since the prince handed him the letter, he had felt a sense of unease. After hesitating for a long time, he eventually defied the prince's orders and returned.

Starting in the late sixties, the "Destroy the Four Olds" campaign began to sweep through. Hu Banxian was the first to bear the brunt. Over seventy years old, he was dragged out to be paraded through the streets wearing a tall paper hat. Refusing to admit guilt, he was beaten, losing half his life in the process.

Yang Pu's words were filled with envy. To be granted a title at such a young age—though the rank was low—was to be a registered noble in the Immortal Kingdom. Relatively speaking, those like himself without a title, no matter how powerful, were merely commoners.

Mu Yun looked aggrieved, but there was no help for it. It was difficult to explain clearly, so he simply began to run, refusing to stop no matter how the bird and the person behind him shouted.

Hearing the commotion caused by Yu Yintao, Cao Jinrui finished dressing, took her maid, and burst through the door. Yu Yintao, not yet fully dressed, was still harshly scolding Wangyue, ordering her to take off her clothes and replace her.

The Immortal Kingdom’s mortal infantry battalions consisted of five hundred men each. Each battalion was divided into ten squads of fifty men, and each squad was divided into platoons of five. However, except for the key backbone who were immortal cultivators, the rest of the soldiers were ordinary mortals.

After much deliberation, Qingyi squeezed out two tears and sobbed softly, "Mother, daughter-in-law... daughter-in-law is useless." She could cry on command; her acting was so realistic that Liu’er almost popped her eyes out in shock.

"Congratulations, congratulations." Hearing Guo Kai’s words, Li Yu’s brow twitched. It seemed his first future wife had been decided.

As a traditional Chinese wedding, there should not be such a thing as bridesmaids. But since those old customs had already been cast aside, it was only natural to "innovate" a few more things.

As the Chaos God-Demon moved, every step caused the void of the Divine Kingdom to tremble and undulate. More terrifyingly, each step consumed the vital energy of the Divine Kingdom. Had Zhu Jiuyin’s Divine Kingdom not contained the powerful laws of destruction, the mere movement of this Chaos God-Demon's phantom would have caused the entire kingdom to collapse.

The thunder in the sky grew more intense as the aura of Zhu Jiuyin’s life-bound artifact strengthened. The number of dense, spherical lightning bolts increased, their sound like the beating of ten thousand drums, deafening to the ears. The torrential lightning seemed intent on destroying Zhu Jiuyin’s artifact, or even forcing it to burst.

Out of consideration for Wu Dingyuan’s feelings, Lu Yun sighed and waved his hand, signaling him to say no more.

If the Cleveland Cavaliers could not win tonight’s game, then the next match would still be held at the Charlotte Bobcats' home court.

Qin Zhonghai gritted his teeth. Why did Liu Jing’s army collapse so suddenly? Why did Tian Jue insist on inviting him up the mountain? Now he had the answers. He had long been tightly gripped by others, nothing more than a pawn on a chessboard. The muscles on his face twitched with gnashing hatred, yet his expression also held an endless, bleak sorrow.

"Rongrong offers the General a toast." Watching Li Yu’s somewhat foolish expression, Wang Rong felt her affection grow. This young general could always stir her heart; even his foolishness was cute.

Damn it, Aike shook his head helplessly. It was a pity that there was no video chat yet, otherwise, he would have made this author see for himself.

Pan Hu had just stabilized the unrest among his men and prepared to turn back to fight the Qi people to the death, but he immediately noticed that the rear of his troops was showing signs of instability again. This made Pan Hu, already anxious, feel a surge of hot blood rushing to his head.

Moreover, he actually said he wanted to start an all-out war with Huayi. And to release ten albums in the next month? Was he crazy?

"Hey, what do you mean by that? Don't you trust me? Can I borrow it? I'll return it to you in a few days, alright?" Seeing that Meng Fan ignored him, Qin San jumped down from the wall and chased after him with a limp.

"Block them." Meng Fan dodged Teacher Huang’s attack, kicked a chair, and used the recoil to leap backward. Just as Teacher Huang jumped to pounce on him, he landed a beautiful spinning kick, pinning Teacher Huang under his foot.

He retrieved the supreme sacred artifact, the Sun-Shooting Bow, for Yun Tianhe, allowing him to officially enter the realm of human heroes, slay immortals, and crush all clans.