Chapter 106: Experimental Logs and an Invitation from the External Publicity Department

It was nearly ten-thirty in the evening when the gathering finally came to an end.

Liu Shuangling moved through the night in Shanghai with a rhythmic, ethereal stride. In the commercial district, 3D advertisements danced on, tireless and vibrant, while the myriad lights of the residential towers transformed into a flowing river of stars behind her. She landed on the balcony of her rented apartment and quickly slid the door open. The living room was dim, but she was entirely unperturbed. She walked toward the bedroom, retrieving a black robe engraved with hidden spiritual incantations from the closet.

He glanced around the room. Ning Xue’s quarters could hardly be called tidy, yet it was passably presentable. The space was permeated with her bold personality, and one could still catch the faint scent of her cigarettes.

"In this vast world, you still fail to grasp the ways of the human heart and who truly holds the power!" Xiao Huaishan remarked, his palms brushing together with detached indifference. Otherwise, with the resources of the An family and the Spirit Gate at his command, bolstered by human elixirs and blood-jade fangs, and after ten years of relentless cultivation, how could he possibly be so far behind Qin Mu?

"Yes, Huanqing followed her personally and saw Lady Si enter the city with his own eyes," Huan Jue replied. He left out the fact that their young master had only dispatched Huanqing because he felt his wife would surely inquire about Lady Si upon his return.

Someone let out a fearful roar, and a wave of men in suits surged forward, unleashing a barrage of varied techniques that exploded toward Xi Haichuan in an instant.

Murong Xue was released, and she slowly crawled toward the Immortal Yuqing, leaving a long trail of blood in her wake.

He was, after all, the leading star of the Grand Flourishing Era, and his words carried a certain weight. Yet, the hall was so crowded with people chattering incessantly, one sentence overlapping the next, that there was no way for them to hear him. The beauties following in his wake also joined in the shouting, waving their azure silk scarves, which released waves of enchanting, alluring fragrance.

Ren Ranran had not intended to get into the car, but upon seeing the photograph on Sheng Hanye's phone screen, she pulled the door open without a word and sat in the passenger seat.

These formally trained martial artists, in particular, stood at a level far above the miscellaneous practitioners found in the streets.

Further south lay the Dark Tide Tent, the destination where Mo Xu had led the guards. It was the garrison for all the guards; of the three thousand stationed on the entire island, more than half were housed within the Dark Tide Tent.

Even though she rarely concerned herself with worldly affairs, she could easily imagine that another major upheaval had occurred in the life of this man.

Ahead, the cloud mass continued to shift, changing into five distinct colors—red, blue, and others—before starting the cycle all over again.

Arrows? Although the workshops here could produce them more efficiently than those in Nanjing, the supplies being shipped from Nanjing were already inexhaustible and continued to arrive in a steady stream. Yang Shangjing was hardly a complete fool; why would he bother manufacturing them himself?

The larger landowners, those capable of establishing ties with the upper echelons of the Coastal Defense Thousand-Man Battalion, quickly dispatched their stewards to the Coastal Defense Office and the battalion to seek out influential figures and verify the truth about these mineral deposits.

After all, Liu Shilong was a fourth-rank official, a Jinshi degree holder from the second tier, a legitimate civil servant who had risen through the imperial examinations to govern a region. Compared to Yang Shangjing, who appeared more like a novice fourth-rank Junior Grand Secretary, Liu felt older and more experienced; naturally, he was displeased at the prospect of lowering himself to visit Yang Shangjing.

As the saying goes, "A general in the field is not bound by the orders of his sovereign." When one is too far from the center of power, variables are bound to increase.

In Jia Cong's private kingdom in Shengze, Wujiang, as the Jiaxu year faded and the Jiahai year began with the lights of ten thousand homes illuminating the night, the bridges and streets of Suzhou were filled with an endless lantern festival. His one hundred and fifty acres of land had already yielded their first harvest.

Xiren’s intention was to suggest that Master Cong and Master Bao were cousins after all and should look out for one another. In truth, she was simply worried about Baoyu; he was the apple of the entire Jia household’s eye, and his ability to care for himself was truly worrisome. Furthermore, since Master Cong had already passed the county examination, she hoped to encourage interaction and mentorship between him and Baoyu.