Volume 1, Chapter 58: Having Someone to Lean On

The Second Elder and the Third Elder both spoke with flushed faces, blazing eyes, and hostile tones. When faced with the temptation of enhanced power, who could possibly remain calm and composed?

The dubbing issues were particularly severe. In that era of the original world, dubbing was generally undervalued. Coupled with the transition between the older and newer generations of voice actors, almost no animations met the standards for acceptable dubbing, which became a point of mockery for Chinese animation in the years to come.

"That's more like it~" Huang Ling grinned. She was young, had not experienced that era, and knew nothing about it. It was due to "empathy" that she had felt such intense anger just moments ago. She did not understand why the newcomer Wei Yuan harbored such deep hatred toward these bristle-men, but the feedback of emotions following their action brought her immense pleasure.

Li Yanjun's words abruptly interrupted everyone's thoughts. Her gentle and magnetic voice was not particularly loud, yet it passed clearly and accurately through the microphone into everyone's ears.

"You actually thought Wei Yuan was anything like you?! He treats me so well, and yet you still resort to malicious slander. Prepare to meet your doom!" Wang Ya took a sharp step forward, her spearhead pointing straight at his throat without a single moment of hesitation.

"After this battle, your title as a warrior will truly be reinforced. All the cultivation you've undergone as a man over these years has actually been leading up to this very moment. Am I right? So, begin your battle now, and I will keep watching over you!" said the three-headed black dragon.

"Hong, you know what I want to say, don't you? You once told me that no matter what decision I make, you will support me. Does that promise still hold true now? You aren't tricking me, are you?" Su Su's heart was filled with intense agitation.

Even if she didn't want to submit, she should at least exert the strength of a ninth-tier Earth Immortal great demon and put up a proper fight.

The gaze she cast toward Ning Yi was fraught with anxiety. She didn't say a word, merely shaking her head gently.

Hearing this question, Gu Jianhua was noticeably stunned. It was probably because he hadn't mentioned the Xia family elders in such a long time that it took him a moment to process it.

However, this kind of product was meant for long-term consumption, and no difference could be told in a short period. Even if it were taken to a research institution for chemical analysis, what could it possibly prove?

Li Wei smiled and said nothing. He had thought things through very clearly: although Zhang Jialiang had left, matters concerning Huanghai in the next steps still needed to be reported to him promptly. Only by doing this could he secure the support of the higher-ups, and this was something that absolutely had to be done.

To hell with being normal! Who would ever want a nickname like that? If it had been changed to something like "darling," that would be one thing, but what on earth was the deal with "shameless jerk"?

"I checked when I booked the rooms, and absolutely no one else had reserved them. What do you mean by this?" Pei Guangming glared at the manager, his gaze carrying an intent so sharp it was almost like a killing sword.

Having said everything that needed to be said, Wuyue did not linger and left the office. Immediately afterward, Marute Saito hurriedly set aside his work and ran downstairs to check whether his beloved motorcycle had any problems.

Counting from his first transmigration, a full nine days had already passed. In other words, the time left for Wuyue to farm points was just a little over a month.

Yet Ye Miao had to face another unavoidable reality: no matter which world she was in, she was perpetually poor.

He knelt down and directed everyone's attention to the wall beneath that line of characters. Ten centimeters above the ground, there was a metal handle. Grasping the handle and pulling it like a drawer revealed a hidden, empty compartment.

Only Du Mengqing looked on with a half-comprehending gaze. After listening to Lin Jie's explanation, this young woman also understood that there were things in this world science could not explain, so she wisely kept quiet at that moment.

"Hehe, since you recognize it, you should know what to do." The man looked at the red-haired man with doting eyes.

"Good, good. I've wanted to go for a long time. Such a rare opportunity—many thanks, Brother Mu," the Dragon Emperor said in high spirits.

"Hehe, I came to see you and brought you a few things along the way." Wumie handed the items in his hands to the Purple Emperor.

In the film, he had already entered middle age, yet his appearance remained remarkably youthful, tempered with a newfound poise and maturity.

At this moment, Lin Jie was still resting in bed. The previous high-intensity battles had almost completely exhausted him, and he had nearly died on the road. Had Sun Siming not brought him back, goodness knows where he'd be baking under the sun right now.

Arriving at the entrance of the tunnel, even though so much time had passed, not the slightest thing had changed here.

The moment he saw Lin Jie walk in, Zhang Xiaofeng looked as though he had encountered a ferocious beast. Not only did he press himself tightly against the wall, but he also muttered something under his breath with a face full of urgent panic, as if Lin Jie were some terrifying monster about to strip him of his life.

Patrolling soldiers shuttled back and forth through the city. This campaign had wiped out nearly one hundred and fifty thousand of the Tujue troops, but the defenders of Yinchuan had also suffered catastrophic losses, with nearly three-quarters of their soldiers killed or wounded. Every surviving soldier wore an expression of mixed pride and sorrow, two contradictory emotions displayed so naturally upon them.

He straightened the bishop's mitre on his head, smoothed out his episcopal robes, and slowly closed his eyes.

"Nani?" Upon hearing this, Doi Sabo widened his eyes in astonishment and hurriedly looked toward the direction of Mount Huanglian, where he indeed saw flashes of fire near the summit, looking very much like someone launching an attack on the peak.

Group C's support Zhangjia quickly leaped over to cast a shield on Marco Polo, while waving his spear to beat back Cao Cao. Facing Cao Cao alone, Zhang did not choose to use his ultimate skill; he was still waiting for the optimal timing.

His hesitation was precisely everyone else's doubt. Regardless of the domain's strength, it was difficult for them to even discern the scenery within it, let alone know what lay on the other side of the domain. The Sea of Red Clouds was dense with domains, and if they weren't careful, they might plunge straight into a dead end.

Her parents' graveyard was not located near the Leng family's graveyard, nor was it near Grandma Lu or Dr. Qiao's parents' graves, which was why she was so surprised to see Tang Xiaofu appearing here.

Seeming to sense what Ruan Nuan wanted to say, Mother Chen raised her eyes with a trace of panic, spoke up hastily, and cut in ahead of her.

"I don't care whether they stole it, borrowed it, or robbed it! Anyway, I just won't let them off easy; they at least have to bleed a little!" Tang Zhenhua squatted in the corner, holding his head in both hands, and said in a muffled, sullen voice.

Yet there was nothing beneath the ground. It raised its head again to look at everyone, letting out a few sorrowful whimpers.