Chapter 54: Metamorphosis—Officially Becoming One of the Financial Titans

When Mingyuan first emerged from prison, he already knew about this matter, so hearing it again now stirred no waves in his heart.

And what kind of move is barking back at a dog? Trying to show off the power of Wang Wang snacks? Barking nonstop.

At this moment, Elder Xiu Jing widened his eyes, unable to suppress the flood of unpleasant memories from years past. Li Muxuan appeared to be only sixteen or seventeen.

The youth’s eyes were dark and cold like distant stars, his feet treading on mist and smoke, his sword stretched across the sky, white robes fluttering—a solitary and upright figure, as striking as when first met.

With a casual sword strike, this person’s power was terrifying, directly injuring his own life-bound treasure—far beyond what he could withstand.

Zhu Xiang had originally intended to gift them chili peppers. How could the people of Bashu not cultivate chili? But chili and potatoes suffer from the same diseases and cannot be rotated; garlic is better suited for rotation with potatoes and can prevent schistosomiasis, making it more suitable for the semi-hunting communities.

Chen Bahuang’s face showed satisfaction; he was advancing toward becoming a kind of human demon soldier.

Facing Ling Shouyi’s suddenly shifting gaze, she realized she had just spoken words as fierce as a tiger or wolf.

Mingyuan had not planned to enter, but suddenly noticed a rose-pink Porsche inside—a car he had seen introduced on a video platform before.

Li Che was succinct: his victory declaration would only come after the battle; before and during the fight, he would not utter a word.

Others might not notice, but Pei Shu knew that these gloves were made from the fur of an entire red fox.

With both eyewitness and material evidence, this person still dared to argue before His Highness the Crown Prince—utter arrogance.

Xu Huaishen knew his grandfather best; seeing his expression, he knew he did not believe it and was highly wary of them.

Chu Ze and Shen Qingwu were destined to struggle and fight amidst the torrents of chaos, using their blood and lives to compose a timeless legend.

“I’ll prepare needles and disinfectant!” Old Yang’s wife finally reacted, wiping her tears and happily rushing out to gather stitching tools.

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Chu Ze slowly opened his eyes, his clear gaze sweeping the surroundings. He weakly called out, “Empress,” instantly bringing tears to Empress Qin’s eyes.

Zhang Xingcai snapped out of her shock and hurriedly beckoned Zhu Cilang to leave the ill-omened place with her.

“Let’s gamble on luck… hope they don’t discover anyone breaking in within ten minutes.” Lu Xun pulled Yang Qing close, curling their bodies behind a petri dish containing an enraged lord, hoping to use it as cover.

That was walking into a trap, presenting oneself before those city dogs and letting them take him back.

Lu Xun noticed that among the mob, at least a dozen carried old-fashioned hunting rifles, yet they did not open fire immediately; instead, they charged with knives.

Director Tao smiled awkwardly, saying no more, but his gaze toward Su Zhan was filled with envy.

So, Ming Yin was truly the hidden boss behind Taihexuan? Even if not, she was the sole disciple of Boss An back then?

“Alright, so be it.” Li Weiguo agreed immediately, even more decisively than before.

Leading his troops into the Dunhuang fortress, he became even more excited upon seeing the changes inside.

Occasionally, her husband mentioned it, but life went on, and everyone was busy day by day.

“I’m quite satisfied; this trial was not in vain. By the way, what was that exit method?” Fan Lanxin nodded and asked further.

Chen Feng calmed Song Lin, asking him to sit, then quickly ran to Ming Sui’s side, pondering how to pry him away from his phone. After deep thought, he decided to take direct action.

The mountain ahead stretched endlessly. Previously, such a sight would cause frustration, but Li Weiguo no longer felt that way; ahead lay his path to the heavens.

Qi Yuan kicked up a stone, striking Hu Yu’s hand, forcing Hu Yu to raise his arm while gripping the long sword.

Surely the old man had noticed earlier but hadn’t mentioned it—he must have tacitly approved but could not show it openly.

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“Your Majesty, thank you for your great kindness, thank you!” Ao Ji stood respectfully before His Highness, his mind tumultuous with anxiety, but upon hearing Zhang Shihua’s words, a wild joy blossomed on his face, and he hurriedly expressed his gratitude.

Zhang Ya opened her mouth, her heart conflicted. She despised revealing her dear friend’s wounds before so many, and honestly, it would embarrass both Qin Lu and herself. After all, she knew everything but was still trying to reconcile Qin Lu with He Lin—wasn’t that setting Qin Lu up to be the rebound?

Though Jin Zhongquan was more reassuring than Jin Guangzhu, worries still lingered.

Moreover, during the monster teleportation process, the control platform captured residual information of destroyed items in high-dimensional spacetime, then materialized and stored them within the monsters’ bodies.

Combined with the ability to continuously accumulate battle merits and numerous benefits, the believers in the 153rd defense zone grew increasingly envied.

After about ten minutes, a uniquely shaped warship appeared in the sky and slowly descended to the ground.

When speaking, Wang Yu and his companions could already see a temporary camp composed of vehicles and tents ahead. After lowering the altitude and placing Wang Yu and another there, the aircraft hummed upward, departing hurriedly without a clear destination.

Perhaps his original nature was not so solitary; misfortunes had shaped him into his current self. Only someone so passionate and sincere would dare to defy the world’s norms and storm the ghost emperor’s concubine selection ceremony in full public view.

“When are you two planning to marry?” Son Yizhen suddenly asked with a smile, somewhat boldly.

“Whoa! That’s big news—a freshman at Qingbei University holding the rank of junior general. I think… no one would believe that if told,” Elder Ye chuckled, stroking his beard.

“So this Doushao demon god actually has some ties with the shark clan; after all, he is half-descendant of the sharks,” Chu Tianxiang murmured.

This was where the Zhou family’s brilliance lay: knowing when to yield and when to be firm! Gu Qingwan’s lips curled into a sarcastic smile, but today the Zhou family’s scheme was likely to fail.