Chapter 47: The Grand and the Small, A Striking Contrast

American tycoons are also happy to take out bank loans, even if they have enough money on hand to buy a plane with plenty left over. In their view, if you can use the bank’s money to do more, why not?

“What?” Lin Hongfei neither agreed nor refused, but simply threw out this question, leaving the other party momentarily stunned.

Fortunately, his easygoing nature made him believe that solutions would always present themselves in time. After a brief moment of worry, he let the matter drift from his mind and continued drinking.

If given the choice, she would rather harm countless innocents in order to fight for the chance and right to survive alongside him. But he would not—he would rather choose to fade away.

Qingyi Xiuqi shook his head and sighed, “Your martial uncle has been dead for over a year, and his great wrong remains unavenged. Yet you disciples bicker day and night—how can this be worthy of his teachings?” Remembering the kindness Zhang Zhiyue had shown her, Juan’er’s tears fell in silence.

“Gentlemen, after Prince Zhou is established, what will become of the world?” The thought of the overwhelming tides that might sweep across the six kingdoms decades from now left Li Yu feeling a bit lost.

In Class B, Bi Lu hid inside, looking tense. Lin Feng had just alerted him through a telepathic hint, telling him to prepare for a sudden strike and to be ready to escape at the first sign of trouble.

Continuing the cultivation of the divine body in a more suitable environment, after the initial battle of cataclysm, many powerful spirit beasts were nearly wiped out, allowing humanity to explore and cultivate in relative peace again. Though the founding patriarchs perished in the cataclysm, their disciples and later generations eventually succeeded in attaining the immortal body of the gods.

“What? Zhukov became a priest!?” Vologda was momentarily stunned, staring wide-eyed at Malinovsky, unable to hide his astonishment.

Yet the HE-177 is not without its merits… it is currently the largest dive bomber in the world! A heavy bomber capable of sixty-degree dive bombing! And dive bombing remains the most reliable method for precision strikes at present.

Seeing Qin Bin, Shen Lihui’s eyes lit up. She didn’t know the full extent of Qin Bin’s strength—after all, he was not quite human—but she did know that in the whole of Yang City, there were hardly any who could be considered his equal. This mysterious young man had never let anyone truly glimpse his cards.

And through it all, He Wei remained oblivious, still boasting endlessly about his pitiable manliness.

Yet refining the Nascent Soul into the Sea of Qi is not something that can be achieved at will; it requires a certain fateful opportunity.

Chang’e raised her index finger to her lips in a “shhh” gesture. Granny Wang understood, quickly drawing Chang’e inside.

“Hallmaster, shall I…” The young man in black, his deep pupils flashing with a cold light and a murderous intent, spoke quietly.

One hundred and eight dish names—most people, unless they specialize in this, can’t even remember them all, let alone cook them. Today Chef Wang had truly pulled out all the stops, for Qin Bin was, after all, one of the bosses—even if not a major shareholder, he was a brother of the owner, and so it was only natural to give it his all.

Abdullah was shocked at the news; his rear had been taken by Ming troops. In a fit of rage, he slashed at a bloodied soldier with his saber, killing him before the man even understood what had happened. “Khan…” His generals were horrified to see the Khan kill the messenger. What had become of him?

At Xin Qiji’s command, the Yanzhou team’s commander shouted, “About face, quick march!” and led the team running to the center of the field.

Murong Qianxue’s heart suddenly twinged with a trace of sorrow. What’s this? Didn’t she dislike him? She was always saying she wanted to fire him—so why did hearing those words make her feel a pang of sadness now?

A cluster of pale blue lotus-shaped flames, exquisite and beautiful, radiated not a searing heat but rather a tranquil calm.

Boom! A tremendous explosion erupted! My back seared with heat! After that, I lost consciousness completely.

Usval listened and smiled, then said, “In that case, let’s rush straight down!” With that, he shook his wings of light and plunged toward the depths in one swift motion.

The two men paused, momentarily stunned—it was just as Xianglong had said; everything within was far too strange.

“Who is your master, and why has he invited us?” Li Rugui asked coldly, his tone hesitant.

Chen Dafu fell silent, but his stomach grumbled uncontrollably. Only then did he realize he had no idea how long he’d been unconscious.

Reaching out, there were countless grotesque and indescribable monsters—at minimum level fifty, some exceeding one hundred and ten, with an average of about ninety.

Jin Yun was still uneasy. So many wanted her dead—she had never feared death, and had even dared to sneak down to the mortal realm. Her cultivation was high, but who could guarantee everything? It was odd that Fuxi seemed unconcerned; if the princess died, the heavens’ long plot would be for nothing. Who could afford such a loss?

In the midst of blurred vision, a dark figure suddenly approached. Though only a sliver of an eye remained open, the outline was enough to recognize Gao Cheng. My body was suddenly weightless—the distance closed as I was lifted up. There was something hidden in that expressionless face; I tried to discern it, but my consciousness faded and my eyelids gently closed.