Chapter 113: Ten Billion!

“Wait, hold on a moment!” Hong Zhengtian steadied his emotions and tentatively asked, “Weren’t you planning to cause trouble for Ye Cheng?”

“Trouble?” Xiang Ying looked as if he had seen a ghost.

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The grand tournament in the arena had been going on for seven days. Those still remaining were already among the top ten. Even if they lost immediately, they would still be rewarded with a Destiny Meteorite.

Exactly! Upon hearing this, Bu Jingyun suddenly recalled—before his death, Xiong Luo had mentioned that the Divine Mother was in the hands of Shen Xing Taibao. If he couldn’t bring back the true essence of the Divine Art to Xuan Shui Palace on time, Shen Xing Taibao would surely conclude that Xiong Luo’s mission had failed.

“That’s right. Now Governor Wang has set up camps all around the mountain foothills, just in case your army suddenly shows up. If you ask me, as long as everyone has food to eat, what’s the point of fighting this war?” Lazy Sheep spoke with a hint of complaint.

The neat, beautiful three-story British-style building where the Nirvana County Party Committee was located now flew a high, fluttering flag of blue sky, white sun, and a red earth.

Both military leaders and technicians believed this was a celestial treasure bestowed by heaven—that the Americans were helping China.

The voice sounded familiar, but he couldn’t quite place who he might know here. Turning around, he was somewhat surprised.

Moreover, Lin Feng was a “visitor from the Celestial Realm,” equipped with high-tech gear unique to that realm. The Celestial Realm was rich in materials, each extremely precious, making it impossible to give up so easily.

Before Ji Yuyuan could speak, his assistant Zhou Hailan in the back seat let out a light laugh. Although slightly lacking in composure, the tense atmosphere inside the car was at last dispelled.

However, this body he had crossed into was not only identical to his previous one in every way, but even bore the same name—Jian Yi—which puzzled him greatly.

The next day, when Lu Zongdao gathered the two men again, the two Zhangs each pulled out notes from their sleeves and handed them over. Lu Zongdao skimmed through one quickly before snapping it shut, then picked up another and read a few lines, closing it again with a face twisted in frustration.

This time, their target was Mount Zijin outside the city—a mountain that housed the tomb of Emperor Taizu, the Xiaoling Mausoleum. As a loyal vassal family of the Zhu clan, the Xu family’s ancestral grave was also located here, though only a servant’s tomb, set to follow and guard the Ming dynasty’s realm from below.

When Ban Silang returned to the netherworld, Fang Tianmu walked alone toward a spot, picked up a stone, and crushed it with force. Instantly, he captured the enormous energy released as the stone shattered. The more thoroughly it was crushed, the greater the energy. Suddenly, he felt that this energy was strangely familiar.

Jiang Anyi looked at Shi Chongren’s vigorous face, thinking that such a precocious and decisive Prince Luo, combined with the virtuous Prince Chu, would surely bring turmoil to the court.

Just as I was kissing Zixuan, my watch suddenly rang. I let go of her and illuminated the watch’s screen, which showed Mu Si’s face.

Cheng Xin nodded with satisfaction at Qin Ming’s words. It seemed signing Qin Ming wasn’t a perfect choice after all.

In front of Lu Zhen and the others lay several roasted lamb legs browned to perfection, along with a few skins filled with mare’s milk wine—considered quite a decent treat in this environment. Yet the soldiers had little appetite; even as they kept eating, the flavor was bland and unappealing.

“Where’s Anyong? Not at home?” Jiang Anyi asked in surprise, as Jiang Anyong had yet to appear after a long time.

However, after this holy assembly, a lingering question troubled Du Yuan’s mind, sowing seeds of doubt. Yet by the time the assembly ended, it was already late.