Chapter Twenty-Nine: Fear Not, I Have a Secret Weapon

Madam Yan followed the livestream religiously. Finding the rules for the latest season’s “Free Agents” somewhat novel, she deliberately called the director to offer her regards.

“Director, I’ve lived most of my life, yet in the end I still have to seek your instruction in the art of paying lip service while doing the opposite.”

Her tone was dripping with sarcasm. The director felt a cold sweat break out all over him and wiped his forehead with a tissue before replying awkwardly, “Madam, I really did handle it exactly as you instructed. His Majesty Yan may freely pursue Jiang Xiao...”

For Zhou Quan and Chen Xin, the most important matter was naturally to educate their children well. That was the foremost priority. As for everything else, it was not necessarily worth worrying about too much; in truth, there were simply too many things in the world to worry over.

After returning to the capital, they did not remain there long. Early the following morning, Li Bin escorted the carriage procession of Qi Min, the Ninth Princess of Great Qi, as it departed the capital in a grand, lumbering procession and headed toward the northern frontier passes.

After keeping their tails between their legs for more than a decade, many of them had suddenly grown rich and begun throwing their weight around. Fortunately, Shen Huai had anticipated such behavior. With thunderous, merciless methods, he sent them packing. Only then did everyone rein in their smugness and make a show of being modest, respectful, and friendly, though that did nothing to diminish the delight in their hearts.

The thirteen bosses present naturally held their breath as well, staring fearfully at the noble man who continued to wear a cool, faint smile.

Han Zhong still wore that same icy expression. With a sweep of his sleeve, the jade carriage drawn by divine carp—the Ice-Wheel Chariot—descended from the sky. When he saw the Azure Carp Purple Cloud Carriage coming down, Wei Ye turned in midair and landed at once upon the carriage seat.

The moment Jian Xuanyi’s attention wavered, her fists and feet were subdued. Amid her furious curses, she was forcibly dragged from the deck.

The room grew quieter, making her sobs seem all the louder. She whimpered and choked, unable to stop.

Compared with haggling over such meager scraps, Wei Ye was now directly involved in the matter, subtly acting as one of the players moving the pieces in the Liangzhou upheaval. The resources he had gained from it already far exceeded the entire fortune of an ordinary adventurer.

This outcome was naturally the reason for Zhou Quan’s immense pressure. He could sense that his chubby son was actually rather “partial.” At times, he felt that the boy seemed to like his mother more. He therefore had to work harder and take things more seriously, striving to raise his standing in his chubby son’s eyes.

“Not at all, not at all. It is all thanks to my friends’ support and kindness. I, Ning Yi, am neither talented nor learned, and hardly worthy of such praise,” Ning Yi said with a modest smile.

When they entered the arcade, it was already packed to overflowing. New World’s enormous displays had certainly helped advertise the place, but anyone who had visited the game center once had a very high chance of returning the next day—and not only coming alone, but bringing friends along as well.

—Twenty years of arduous training, blood and sweat without end, an indomitable resolve, and the endurance to grit one’s teeth and persevere.

When they stepped out of the elevator, Ye Lei deliberately said, “Pretty face, empty head—who are you trying to impress?” With that, he swaggered away as though utterly unconcerned.

Nowadays, practically every rural household raised pigs. Sha Zaixing charged about ten dollars each time he castrated a pig. Everyone in Fengshan Township admired his skill, and with tens of thousands of households relying on him alone, Sha Zaixing earned quite a substantial income each year.

If Li Ming’s feet had not shifted slightly from time to time, someone might even have thought that he had fallen asleep.

“Oh? You’re not planning to go take a look?” Old Tian asked in some surprise when he saw what Li Ming was doing.

The gate of Eight Directions Manor stood twenty-four feet high and eighteen feet wide. It was lacquered vermilion, adorned with golden rings, and flanked by stone lions.

However, Zhang Zhiping understood perfectly what it meant to eradicate demons to the very last. The more fiends they killed now, the easier things would be in the future, so he naturally could not let the opportunity pass. He therefore activated the Mandate of Heaven to express his determination, leaving the Wolf God no choice but to submit for the time being.

Although Hancheng was not a major city, its basic infrastructure was quite good. After all, it was the hometown of Sima Qian. Even after the passage of several hundred years, the city remained extraordinary because of its status as the birthplace of this sage of history.