Volume One, Chapter 28: Qin Bao’s Ingenious Plan—Using the Retired Emperor as a Blade!

Yi Yin's contributions to the Shang dynasty were immense—indeed, it is no exaggeration to say that without Yi Yin, there would have been no Shang dynasty at all.

Currently, the premium Spirit Gathering Pill fetches a market price of about one hundred and fifty spirit stones per pill, while the regular kind goes for around sixty-five.

It appeared that life was not bound to ordinariness, but was instead replete with ups and downs, with rises and falls, with flourishing and decline... In the lake of the heart, the sapling of human desire had been replaced by a towering tree. Each leaf and every vein within it concealed the myriad facets of mortal life, the ebb and flow of the world.

The owner of the room eyed the beautiful gift, rubbing their hands in anticipation as they pondered where to begin unwrapping.

The main issue was the location, which was not as favorable as Phase One—it lay near the outskirts of the outer ring, and the surrounding area had yet to become sufficiently commercialized.

They had always taken pride in having cultivated a strong and vigorous class.

Ever since Ye Li pursued Lu Baiting, as long as Lu Baiting remained in Feng City, she would seek him out for meals, come rain or shine.

This kind of emotional value, so easily given and yet so hollow, was akin to a celebrity feigning interaction with fans.

Jiang Rui glanced at the doorway, unconsciously rubbing his arm at the spot where A Hua had struck him earlier.

He had thought only Shen Jiayi was a suitable partner for his cultivation, but unexpectedly, even the senior sister proved compatible.

Clearly, Lu Yuan did not take Princess Angela to heart—at most, he found her a bit willful.

He was often teased by Du Jiaojiao or Su Wanbai for his poor memory; just now, when it came to matters of the university’s esports club, he had wracked his brains for ages before he almost recalled that familiar name from his memory.

Fang Chen followed the old willow tree into Spirit Lake. The lake’s surface was hundreds of meters in diameter, perfectly circular like a colossal mirror. Viewed from above, it was exquisitely beautiful—clearly the work of human hands.

Sanos stared blankly, while Sean tasted a trace of fervor in the air—a complex, burning anticipation.

With such a spaceship, even if Earth lacked certain resources, one could still journey to other planets in search of them. Though the hope might be slender, it remained a hope nonetheless.

He had yet to meet with Yang Yue. If Yelü Chunxi were to arrive rashly, she would only bring trouble upon herself.

Lu Yuan soared freely through the sky atop the Demon-Suppressing Sword, feeling the wind rush against his face, and could not help but smile.

Previously, Lin Huan’s arrangements for the first three matches had earned him tremendous trust from Feng Guangzhi and the others, so once Lin Huan made his decision, no one objected.

Through the loudspeakers, Tony Stark’s voice thundered across the sky, reaching the ears of every hero.

The accompanying news photo showed major world leaders enraged, their words flying like cannon fire, each gesticulating passionately, as if all were blaming the others for the situation, demanding compensation or apologies, otherwise threatening dire consequences.

Li Dalong was unconcerned—his only goal now was the Pillar of Eternity. What else mattered to him?

“All right, Su Man, don’t bother with her anymore,” Lin Feng tugged at Su Man’s wrist, signaling her to keep calm.

Jia Xu knew that if Dai Jin’s plan were truly enacted, even if the Southwestern Army drove out the invading Chu forces, the resulting devastation to Nanyu County would be irreversible.

“Aman, you’ve already saved him—what’s a few taels of silver now? Give it to him,” urged the cousin who had followed Aman, startled by the youth’s words, but quick to recover and persuade.

Especially when he caught the scent on Wen Xi, Shen Junqi was suddenly reminded of many things, which only deepened his frustration.

He called Nie Jiajia, but she did not answer. He should have realized then that Nie Jiajia, so reckless in pursuit of a story, would throw caution to the wind for the sake of news. The patient would be taken to the hospital. Qin Muyun went directly there, and by the time he arrived, Nie Jiajia had regained consciousness—though she bore a wound on her head, she was otherwise unharmed.

Sun Fang’er, in her heart, felt a reluctance to part—Xia Lin was the only warmth she had found in the Palace of Dawn. After he left, even in summer, the palace seemed unbearably cold.

“I always believed you would succeed. And to think—you really did. Wang Xudong, you were never meant to be an ordinary man,” Qin Kexin remarked with a sigh.

Though these words sounded considerate of Xi Fuwei, Xi Fuwei knew that Yao Zhuosu’s true aim was to inquire about Shen Qielan.

“Aye, what exactly is going on?” Xia Wan’er asked as she pulled Qiao Mingye inside, watching Ran Qin hurry after them.

Although the two families had not yet held an official engagement banquet, news of the marriage brought many visitors bearing congratulations.

They glanced at Fu Yuecheng, but in the end, their gaze settled on Fu An’an. Neither spoke a word.

Cooking here was done on an earthen stove with a large wok—oil splatters were a common occurrence.

The diary mentioned Kunlunzi’s explorations within the Kunlun Tower, noting that the Kunlun Mirror was discovered on the ninth and highest floor.

“No, no, Ziyu, we didn’t know each other before, did we? So where does this talk of owing come from?” Hua Chen retorted, his eyes—far from cute—fixed on Ziyu.

Yu Shiyang exchanged pleasantries with the person in charge, and then they discussed the matter of video documentation.

“That makes sense,” Luo Linqi replied. She had intended to go out and have a look, but after hearing Zhang Wanwei’s words, she decided against it.

After returning to the apartment, Yu Shiyang and Qiu Wanjun rested briefly, then busied themselves together in the kitchen preparing dinner.

Whenever they encountered demon plants, Zhou Feiyang would dispatch them with ease. Of course, when other cultivators in the trial grounds saw Zhou Feiyang and his companions, they would turn and leave without a word.

“This time, you really didn’t need to bring me along. If not for the undercover agent who held me up, you could have escaped through the secret tunnel much sooner,” she said gratefully.

“My family has two cooks and a pastry chef,” Song Ning replied offhandedly, munching on her greens without even lifting her head.

“I want to take my father’s ashes back home,” Ye Ning said, making no attempt to conceal her intentions. Since the whole family would be returning, it would be convenient to take his plane—especially as she was carrying her father’s ashes.