Chapter 31: The Neighbor's Cow Has Died

The castle lord's nephew loved to paint and possessed great artistic talent, but upon discovering that his paintings were merely tools for his uncle to curry favor with the powerful and elite, he tore the family portrait in his studio to shreds.

The castle lord’s niece—or rather, his illegitimate daughter—saw her mother cast out by the local community for a premarital pregnancy, only to die later from complications following childbirth.

After her mother’s death, the illegitimate daughter fell into the hands of a sorcerer and was instilled with hatred.

Oceanic’s brand-new method of energy application has propelled all of its electromechanical products to a world-leading status in new energy, particularly in terms of high-capacity battery integration. Oceanic’s products, in particular, boast energy efficiency far superior to similar products globally.

"No, you cannot go," Lu Yu said without a second thought. The Qinling Mountains are incredibly dangerous right now, teeming with countless large beasts; how could he possibly bring Li Lan along in such circumstances?

Having flown only a short distance, the hatch of the passage opened, and a grand, sci-fi-inspired space built entirely of steel and devoid of gravity appeared before Xingyang.

"Huh? Seventh Sister, look at that person in front—is that Mother?" Just as Zixia was lost in worry, Qingxia exclaimed.

"Old Kuang, shouldn't we send a telegram back home to report? The gentlemen are all waiting for us!" Deputy Commander Zhang Fan reminded him.

However, the two of them had misunderstood Yaochi’s intentions. She did not fear betrayal; what she feared was the family’s dirty laundry being exposed to others.

With both sides boasting large numbers, the faction of men in black, after consulting their Sainted Envoy Zhang Zhen, took the initiative to strike, hoping to crush the scattered Mountain Sect Alliance in one fell swoop before Ping Fan and his group could react.

Germany had initially faced hostility from the People’s Party for supporting Manchukuo, and Japan remained a mortal enemy of the People’s Party, yet both were inexplicably thrilled by the People’s Army’s military achievements—an irony indeed.

"The Second Young Master! It's the Second Young Master, he's returned!" Steward Liu was overcome with emotion, repeating the title three times, his eyes even brimming with tears. The depth of his affection for Mu Zhengxuan was self-evident.

The person who had just spoken looked somewhat unconvinced, but ultimately remained silent, his attention having been drawn away by the screams coming from nearby.

Jiang Yang and Fusu exchanged a glance and smiled. Although there was no actual blood relation within the imperial family, if Jiang Yang could survive, he would be the only kin left in this world.

Xu Sanniang’s mind was a blur; she only remembered carrying tea into the room and seeing the Crown Prince, and then she remembered nothing more.

The first crimson flame transformed into a massive fireball, engulfing the space above Xiao Chen’s head.

"I know, I’m just frustrated," Li Ruzhen said, relaying what Mother Ning had told her.

I broke into a cold sweat, instinctively burrowing into his arms and gripping his waist tightly, terrified of falling off.

Looking up, I caught sight of the old lady sitting in the seat of honor. She appeared kind-hearted, and her attire could only be described in one way: elegant and luxurious.

Now, before her lay a dagger, a basin of cold water she had fetched, and a few strangely shaped herbs.

This was an extremely complex task; even with his current cultivation as a Level One Qi Practitioner, condensing it from scratch would require two days and two nights.

My heart finally settled, and I pondered to myself: Was the new technology unreliable, or was the aphrodisiac incense I bought just too high-quality to leave a trace?

This would be highly detrimental to Fang Mu’s future plans for the Fang family! Even with his uncle looking out for him from above, there was no guarantee that Kui Jun wouldn't make things difficult for him if Fang Mu were to cause even the slightest stir.

The usually reticent Demon Blade, who never concerned himself with external affairs, suddenly stiffened, radiating a murderous aura.