Chapter 71: Haven't Married the Mistress Yet

After the guests had enjoyed several rounds of drinks and taken their leave, Qian Lai carried the newly brewed tea and sat down beside Gu Kan Chuan.

She did not speak, simply sat quietly next to him, gazing up at the night sky together.

From time to time, she waved the large palm fan in her hand, creating a breeze for him and driving away the mosquitoes.

Tonight’s sky was awash with stars.

She had never cared for astronomy since childhood, unable to distinguish one constellation from another.

In truth, once people have more entertainment options, it becomes rare for them to reflect on the past.

All the memories buried deep within seemed to surge upward uncontrollably, stirred by the impact of that fallen stone; Gu Xi could no longer maintain the smile on her face.

Walking along the street, Lin Yun’er glanced at the advertisement on the electronic screen, paused for a moment, and instinctively took out her phone. She had first heard of this app from Rain, and now she casually scanned the QR code on the screen.

Ten thousand units isn’t a small number, but why would such a situation arise? It simply proves that there are indeed too many wealthy people in the country.

“Promote these machines?” Wu Chengzi, Qian Zhen Guang, and the others wore anxious expressions as they made their way over. They hadn’t expected that their arrival would be for such a simple task.

So, it turns out the person who used unique external force for defense wasn’t incapable of defending himself, but had been concealing his true defensive power all along?

The fluctuation of the holy artifact was suffused with divine energy; for ordinary people, their souls would likely be assimilated by the artifact, or at the very least, they would be brainwashed into becoming fanatical devotees.

The old man completely ignored whether other great nobles would offer such a price to a young man they’d just met.

“That’s how it is—you’re the boss, but you push everything onto me, while you sit back and enjoy leisure!” Chen Boxiang rolled his eyes at Chen Jie after hearing his words.

“Oh! Jang Do-yeon!” Her sudden statement drew everyone’s attention to her.

Unknown rules seemed to link countless planes that would never intersect, forming a series of images.

The bustling, chaotic marketplace and dust-laden streets were nothing like the Beijing of memory—the national heart, with towering buildings everywhere, wide and smooth roads, and cars as far as the eye could see, stretching for dozens of miles wherever there was the slightest obstacle.

From Liu Yansong’s perception, Du Boyan should not be able to fully unleash the power of the Demon-Binding Cord. This indicated that Du Boyan was not its true master. While Du Boyan had learned how to use it, he could not achieve true integration with it.

Fang Hao understood at once: those granaries were specialized devices for storing and extracting the divine valley’s essence. The enormous granaries, each over a hundred meters tall, were packed with divine valley grains. Fang Hao realized that Stone City had been storing divine valley for the past seven hundred years.

The message from Carey left Baobei tense for a while; things were indeed as Baobei had suspected. Carey had secretly stayed behind to help him before Mingyue departed.

Tumeng clenched his teeth and charged forward again, like a man possessed, his spirit and energy burning fiercely, making him appear savage and ferocious.

The Martial Training Arena belonged to Seven-Star Gate, the largest peak of Seven-Star Mountain. This peak, formally named Martial Training Peak, was also known as the Martial Arena by outsiders. Inside, there were five huge fields: Law, Power, Technique, Combat, and Martial Arts—the five great arenas.

“Whether you need it is your concern; whether I choose to repay you is mine.” The Emperor gave a radiant smile, arguing cleverly.

Zhuo Li understood his uncle’s reasons. During the intellectuals’ ideological reform movement, his uncle had merely said a few words against fully emulating the Soviet Union and was criticized by the entire school. He had to write more than ten self-criticisms, attend five or six support meetings, and only then barely passed muster.