Chapter 50: Director Ji Assumes Office, Shen Yi's Foresight

Everyone was stunned—what had they just heard? Building a sheep farm? Recruiting workers? What objection could they possibly have? Of course, they would comply. After all, all future profits would be earned by Ji Ling, and her twenty percent share left no room for argument.

“Let’s do it your way. Where will the sheep farm be located? How should we build it?” Village Chief Hua, seeing Ji Ling finally relent, hurried forward to inquire, fearing that if he delayed even a moment longer, it would be too late…

Not only had the effort failed to achieve the desired effect, but Zhao Tianlei’s sudden outburst had even backfired, injuring several people.

“This should be the place.” He Jin stopped the car in front of a Mediterranean-style villa and said.

Lü Bu recognized his fellow townsman Li Su at once. He stood and saluted. After exchanging a few pleasantries, Lü Bu ordered his men to bring wine and dishes. The two sat opposite each other, drinking in quiet camaraderie.

This was the mark of a clever man—no matter how deep the hatred between two parties, they could perfectly suppress it within their hearts. At crucial moments, they could weigh the pros and cons. Such a person possessed a profoundly scheming nature.

“What about the others?” Rong Yan could no longer contain herself and spoke up. The layout here was clear at a glance, and she saw no trace of the group who had entered earlier.

Thus, the actions of Lupin XIII this time shocked the entire world—not because of what he had stolen, but where he had stolen it from.

After noticing Meng Wuqing’s questioning gaze, Xing Yu also became suspicious. He looked earnestly at Li Changhe.

To everyone’s surprise, the cat even happily rubbed its head against the half-exposed soft bosom, then flashed a lecherous expression.

Suddenly, a wandering soul shot out from the depths of the cave dwelling, trailing a long white tail as it circled before Ding Sanyang.

When the storm behind Xing Yu reached a height of a hundred zhang, blurred figures appeared all around him.

This time, the refining of his primordial spirit was much slower. Half an hour later, his strength had reached the level of a Fourth-Rank Divine Lord.

Within the barrier of the Xuanhuang Grand Hall, the sudden appearance of Qin Mu’s figure caused everyone inside to widen their eyes in astonishment, speechless with surprise.

Holding a Thousand-Cloud Pill, Han Ning swallowed it. As the pill entered his mouth, it immediately transformed into a liquid that flowed down his throat. Following Elder Mu’s instructions, he sat down at once. The immortal energy from the pill circulated throughout his body, gradually merging into his internal energy.

The Jade Emperor and the others were intercepting the endless stream of immortals advancing forward. At this moment, they did not expect the Demon Lord Qian Yu to suddenly intervene.

The soldiers exchanged glances before, under successive orders, joining the vast formation.

Many ignored the Abyss Demon, who still wore a stunned expression. Gently, they controlled the emblem and placed it into a stone box. The demon crystal atop shimmered brilliantly, clearly showing the effects of activation.

Moreover, because the “projectile” traveled in a dimension above the “ground,” it did not need to consider obstacles on the surface. In space, superstring jumps can also ignore three-dimensional barriers—a major advantage aside from speed.

If it were simply a matter of Taoist fire burning, given enough time, Wu Chi would be untouchable. On the contrary, it would allow him to effortlessly refine the very essence of fire.

However, since they were the primary participants in this negotiation and represented the two largest factions in the country, he also led a large contingent of officials, including Li Zongren, He Yingqin, and Bai Chongxi, to welcome them.

Unsure of what to do, a group approached from the opposite side. It was none other than Jerabes, the other main figure honored in the Golden Hall ceremony. She followed respectfully behind a man in his forties, her demeanor very deferential.

“My subordinate is afraid, truly afraid...” For a moment, Wang Meiren’s voice trembled with fear.

She would never know that Murong Chenxi had truly made great efforts to change himself, all to leave a good impression when they met again.