Chapter 138: The Tables Have Turned

"Grand Elder, as you well know, spiritual stone resources are becoming increasingly scarce. In just the past few years alone, three spiritual veins have completely dried up! I am only doing this for the sake of the family; otherwise, why would I take such a massive risk?"

"As long as we guide the Dragon family to unify the Dragon Country, the head of the Dragon family is willing to hand over the usage rights of more than a dozen spiritual veins to us. Every year, we would only need to give a token amount to the Dragon family..."

Just as Gu Dongjue was fully engrossed in the meeting, a very abrupt and piercing scream, accompanied by the sound of the meeting room door being flung open, echoed through the entire space.

However, the events of the past two days have far exceeded the limits of what I can endure. I am so tired. I can no longer force myself to act as if nothing is wrong, nor can I continue to swallow my broken teeth along with my blood as I have always done.

Blood Rose hastily shook her head. "Young Lord, pharmacology and perfumery share much in common. It is hardly surprising that the venerable Medicine God can refine a fragrance." Her tone turned soft and gentle, adopting the posture of a submissive maiden entirely devoted to her master.

"Forget it, let's think of another way." Li Wanqing sighed helplessly, though for the moment, no good ideas came to mind.

Among the demigods hailing from the Crescent Moon, the Mountain Giant could not be easily teleported, the Ancient Tree of Wisdom moved sluggishly, and the Water Demigod could not leave its lake. Only the Phoenix was free to travel wherever it pleased.

Looking at Zhang Ruiran, who was leaning out of the car window and shouting at me to "get in," I frowned in slight speechlessness.

The fatty had no idea what Jiang Han was up to, but he firmly believed that his big brother would never do anything to harm him. Therefore, he peacefully closed his eyes.

Mo Xi believed that she and Yin Ruojun were even now. Yin Ruojun had inadvertently saved her once, and she had now saved Yin Ruojun in return.

Before she could finish, Zhao Chenlu interrupted her: "Pardon me, but I must interrupt. Exactly whose name did you mention as never encountering an impregnable stronghold?" With that, she cast a gaze bordering on tragic heroism toward Wang Jiu.

Zhao Chenlu offered a slight smile. Although the interplay of light and shadow made her expression look fierce and terrifying, to Wang Jiu, she was as beautiful as ever.

Chen Guofeng introduced to Fang Mu, "Fang Mu, let me introduce you. This is Yang Yanfei, a power-type esper!" Espers had been emerging continuously ever since spiritual energy manifested. Some were born with these abilities while others acquired them later in life. Yang Yanfei clearly belonged to the latter category, yet it was still enough to make countless people envious.

Cake Island at this moment seemed to be celebrating some grand event; festive lanterns and colorful banners were hung everywhere. Sweets and desserts were visible in every direction—no wonder Big Mom had ended up looking like that.

With those words spoken, she refused to hear any further reaction from her mother. As long as her mother was happy, Jian Xi felt that everything was worth it.

To avoid delaying her class time—especially since it was her first day reporting—Li Jing'er had no choice but to listen while walking.

Shortly after, upon receiving the order from the commanding officer on site, the soldiers of the Forbidden Army surged forward all at once.

Wubing hurriedly nodded and slipped into the water. Dingyue smiled, fully clothed as she sat down inside a wooden tub. The water rippled, and crimson petals rose and fell.

Her innate temperament made her eyes widen instantly as she wanted to curse, but the deep-seated endurance and cowardice of the original host forcibly pushed the words back down her throat.

Jin Xiyue grew weak-kneed at the sight, terrified that the lush greenery filling the room would transform into a demon's gaping maw and swallow her whole. She closed her eyes, intent on following Fu Jiuchen no matter what. Though her hands were clearly pressing against a barrier, for some unknown reason, the tactile sensation beneath her palms suddenly vanished.

After gritting her teeth and enduring the night, Mengshi strapped on her sports backpack and headed to the boxing gym. She did not return home, utterly exhausted, until the gym closed its doors for the night.

After Li Changsheng finished speaking and offered numerous further explanations, everyone finally grasped his intentions.

Time ticked away second by second. Liu Zhi continuously tested new methods—borrowing from novels, movies, things he had heard, and even his own wild imaginations—applying them one by one. Yet, the situation remained entirely unchanged.