অধ্যায় একশ পঞ্চান্ন: চেন সিপানের বিরুদ্ধে অভিযানের পরিকল্পনা

স Zeng Chun was indeed preparing to move against Chen Sipan. Now that the artisans had nearly all been relocated, there was no need for him to drag his feet any longer.

Leaving Jinling, he led over a hundred personal guards directly toward the archipelago where the naval fleet was stationed.

Traveling downstream, the wheel-paddle boats seemed to fly a thousand miles in a single day. By around the Shen hour on the afternoon of the second day, he had already arrived at the island group where Tang Kuankuan’s naval division was stationed.

This was not where the main naval force was anchored, and he did not linger long. He immediately summoned Tang Kuankuan, and then—

Guo Xu was a vigilant person who knew that Qi Hui was not so easy to deal with. If the general manager of Tonghui Network had been Dong Jian, he might have long since hollowed him out and seized absolute power, but Qi Hui was not so easily fooled. After being utterly defeated in several clashes, he had no choice but to leave Tonghui Network.

Every three seconds, they would shout out the two words: "Brother Chuan!" Apart from that, however, there were no other slogans. At first, it was stunning, but after a while, people realized it was just that much of a gimmick, and quite a few grew weary and turned back.

They say fortune-tellers are adept at extracting information from other people's words, using human psychology to make their utterances persuasive.

Anyone who stubbornly tries to explain these things using science simply has a screw loose, or is just too well-fed and has too much time on their hands.

Qi Hui had anticipated correctly; Guo Xu was becoming increasingly obsessed with money. He could just make use of this flaw of his. If he could obtain useful information, he wouldn't begrudge paying Guo Xu a handsome price.

Thus, he began to carve and shape the fixed formations. Reinforcement arrays, sharpness arrays, and lightness arrays were all added on. Yet the moment the carved formations came into contact with the flying sword's materials, a destructive aura immediately emanated from within, shocking E Yun.

Yu Wuhai thought to himself that if this fusion could be completed smoothly this time, he must find a way to successfully fuse the other two types of energy before entering the Saint Realm. The heavenly tribulation triggered by the fusion of five types of energy would undoubtedly be unprecedented. Although it was extremely perilous, once he survived the tribulation, the benefits gained would be unimaginable to others.

Sure enough, all the fierce beasts on the ground spread their wings and took flight into the air, continuously colliding against E Yun's barrier. Under their wave after wave of collisions, the barrier began to shake violently, appearing as though it could shatter at any moment.

The various shareholders of Easy Life still held deep divergences. A section of them still clung to fantasies, hoping to introduce external strategic capital to bring the company back to life, while another faction could accept investors holding a controlling stake, provided that Easy Life's name and trademark were retained.

They were once figures who stirred the winds and clouds across the continent. Older generations like Gu Tianyun and Yun Hai were still recognized by them; as for the three—Taixu, Huakong, and Wudao of Weichen—these people had only come here to put up a front, and barring absolute necessity, they would not make a move.

A gust of chilly wind rushed toward them, accompanied by whiffs of decay. Mu Ningfu immediately felt a wave of nausea, covering her nose and mouth as she ran aside. Jun Lintian immediately rushed forward to support his wife.

In fact, Su Ye was also surprised, not expecting Lu Zhen's concepts to be quite so youthful. He had previously worried that Lu Zhen might turn the company's leadership into a retirement home.

Ding Qin instinctively wanted to pull her back, but his action turned out a bit too late, only managing to tear the veil on her face.

Winter break was right around the corner. Although she and Ai Jinming would face a brief separation, she could not suppress her happiness.

Mu Yang nodded forcefully to indicate she understood. Ai Jinming thoughtfully adjusted the bed to a flat position and watched as Mu Yang lay down comfortably before turning to leave. Lying in her hospital bed, Mu Yang sent a message to Li Jinxiu telling her not to worry about her.

At the same time, this was also Chu Feng's first kiss. This unusual sensation was difficult to put into words, yet wondrous beyond measure.

She had already made up her mind in her heart: if Chu Feng truly could not resolve the stalemate, she would personally take out three hundred thousand to settle the bill.

The good news was that the heads of the Xiao and Yin families, upon receiving the invitation from the Black Lotus Cult, had both agreed to come and diagnose Ding Qin. Coincidentally, their schedules were both set for tomorrow, allowing them to diagnose the illness and hold a joint consultation simultaneously—truly a rare and fortunate occurrence.