31 Crushed Diamonds Are Worthless

Yang Guang ground his teeth in hatred. Now that his father was clearly on his deathbed, she was still urging him to replace the crown prince. He would deal with her later.

Zhang Yizi glanced at the livestream, the corners of her lips curling slightly. This fellow was about to stir up trouble again—truly relentless.

The lab’s memory reconstruction machine operated on principles similar to those of the Animus, with one crucial difference: here, memories were not revived through DNA, but through internal energy and martial arts. It was through these that the host could relive fused worlds of memory.

A Yellow Turban strongman flung Wu Xiang to the ground. Wu awoke from the pain, disoriented and clueless about his circumstances, when a thunderous crash sounded. It was as if the earth shook; countless pieces of debris swept past his face, terrifying him so much that he hugged the ground, trembling.

Yet the reality was clear to Qin Chao: digging a single well truly required over a hundred people, and even then, success was far from guaranteed in one attempt.

That unparalleled fiend was of course the Wolf King, Liao Ri—the demonic incarnation of Chiyan, separated by Zixuan years ago. He’d inherited Chiyan’s demonic body and power, but none of his memories.

The witch-demons below managed to resist for but a moment before being trampled into pulp by the giant footprint, blood spraying in every direction.

The eunuchs knew that if the Ming dynasty fell, so would they. But the ministers understood that if Ming collapsed, they could simply serve the next dynasty.

Feng Hao picked up the camera, slipping into the role of artist. He asked Da Qiao to strike a few spontaneous poses, snapping a dozen shots in quick succession.

Han Gaofeng began to fight the enemy unhurriedly, trembling as he re-adopted his old tactics: first using finesse to spar, seizing the right moment to deliver a fatal blow.

To pit the five thousand untested garrison troops of Xiangyi Prefecture against the fierce Northern Barbarian cavalry—had the Yongping Emperor lost his mind?

“General, please calm yourself. To speak fairly, Li Yan does have talent. The King of Chuang is destined for greatness—he would never waste ability. But though Li Yan is modest, he doesn’t know how to yield. That’s his greatest weakness,” Niu Jinxing said slowly, savoring his wine.

In her sleep, Shi Su muttered something indistinct, then instinctively reached for her pillow, clearly used to sleeping while hugging Mianmian. She always needed something in her arms.

Since she’d been banished to the underworld five hundred years ago, the Hall of Freedom had become particularly desolate, with no one paying it any mind. She herself had never used her title from the Realm of Freedom to make trouble in the outside world, so it was even less likely that anyone was here for revenge.

As for the Old Man of Tianqu, ever since he parted ways with Su Ran, he’d been searching for both Su Ran and Twelve.

That wasn’t a cough; Zhou Xize simply wasn’t ready and had actually hurt himself with the blow.

“No, no, Auntie’s fine like this. Ever since she found out about Ranran, she’s been this way. I don’t know what to do either, but at least, like this, it’s a kind of self-protection,” Bai Wei said.

The shopkeeper eyed Liu Qingyang to make sure he was alive before coming down to open the door.

Why was it that, throughout history, the beginning of a dynasty always meant clean governance? Because at a dynasty’s inception, from emperor down to the lowest official, everyone worked hard to uphold the rules they’d set.

Qingyue was past thirty. Though not stunning, her features were extremely alluring; a smile from her brought the warmth of spring.

“Alright,” Du Qifeng noted mentally, thinking this indirect approach to saving the nation was worth a try.

After Fang Pingying spoke, she recalled what had just happened outside between Luo Zhiming and the other man and became embarrassed, lowering her head and pursing her lips in silence.

“Are you afraid of me?” As Mo Feng had guessed, the moment he finished speaking, Zhou Xiaoluo volleyed a sharp question right back.

She didn’t bother with the father and son any longer. Walking out and closing the door behind her, she replayed the scene in her mind and found it amusing.

“That’s not it—someone must have been bad-mouthing me,” Yuan Zisu said, rubbing her nose.

Worse still, his investments were made without any plan: for example, the funding of two new films could have been controlled in installments based on shooting progress, but instead, he provided the lump sum all at once. This meant corruption in the crews might go undetected, especially since none of the teams had anyone he trusted completely.

Madam Xiang sat down, and only then did Shunian take her seat. She didn’t lift her head but could clearly feel the gazes of the two elders across from her lingering on her, especially the old master—his stare was as cold and sharp as a sword, utterly unyielding.

“Then speak—keep it brief, my time is limited,” Kanai Tian said coolly, flicking her nails.

In his heart, he always secretly hoped that Qin Mohan was his son. Yet deep down, he couldn’t quite believe it, so he was always jealous.

“Lin, watch the rear!” Angelina shouted as she charged toward a zombie ahead.

As soon as the words fell, a golden light flashed around Mu Yang, transforming into countless threads of gold that plunged directly into the mass of shadow worms. Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Boom! Boom! Explosions sounded one after another as the two energies clashed and canceled each other out.

“Princess, why have you come up here?” Lu Rong shouted as he cut down a Southern Chu soldier, then hurried over when he saw what was happening.

“You! Don’t push me too far!” Li Hang glared at Su Chen, finally unable to contain himself. Suddenly, a pill appeared in his hand—it was the Blood Demon Pill given to him by Sect Master Wu Xuhong.

After ten minutes, Lin Hao’s mental energy remained focused on the pile of corpses. At last, he detected the faintest flicker of consciousness.