Volume One, Chapter Eighty-Seven: Mr. Feng, Act in a Play with Me

Near noon, the internal line on Li Ruochu's desk suddenly rang. Li Ruochu answered, “President Feng.”

“Secretary Li, come in.” Feng Yizhou’s low voice came through, wrapped in the crackle of the line.

Li Ruochu rose at once and walked out.

Pushing open the door to the president’s office, she found Feng Yizhou half reclining in the leather chair behind his desk.

“President Feng, what can I do for you?” Li Ruochu lowered her eyes and smiled faintly, the corners of her lips lifted in a perfectly measured arc. Her polished professional smile was like a carefully carved mask.

“President?”

Feng Yizhou’s pen tip came to an abrupt stop, and dark currents stirred in his deep, bottomless gaze.

“After all, this is work. I should show you proper respect,” Li Ruochu said obediently.

Feng Yizhou said nothing.

He encountered an opponent no less formidable than himself, though knowing the other party’s identity, Tokugawa Iebiro was not angry either.

Seeing this, Cao Paohui surged with inner power, seized it in one grasp, and said sharply, “What is this?” As he spoke, he unrolled the scroll, and his expression changed drastically.

“Wasn’t the Yama Hall wiped out fifteen years ago? How can it be here?” Suoyuan asked.

But in his address, it was always Brother Chen, never General Zhang like Zhang Wude; that too was a form of exclusion and disgust.

As for how many of the people on that secret list had actually come into contact with them and been guaranteed safety, Donos knew nothing about that; it was not the field he specialized in or was responsible for.

And just as Bao the Emperor, who was stationed at headquarters, learned of the upheaval in the City of Desolation, he crossed endless space in a single instant and arrived at the Star Tower of the City of Desolation.

The furious roar had already gone on for more than ten minutes. The ninjas of the root faction all did their best to make no sound, so as not to bring trouble upon themselves.

“Monster, monster, it really is a monster!” Zhou Heng shouted excitedly, while the coachman beside him turned pale with terror and kept muttering about a monster, looking at the burly man as though he were seeing a monster.

Only then could their bodies explode apart in an instant; soul attacks could also cause their flesh to collapse.

Heng Shui swept his hand as well, and the water pillars split into three streams. When Nanli Ao changed his hand seals, those water pillars turned into two.

Yet pills that could increase one’s cultivation were all incomparably precious, and pills with special effects were not commonly seen even within the Profound Yellow Sword Sect.

Kong Lin cried out, “Don’t come over here!” With a forceful grip, bright red human blood spread across his chest.

Not long after, a Daoist priest came riding auspicious clouds from the western horizon; from his appearance, he did not resemble the Four Saints of the East, nor did he seem like the Flame Lord Fire-fig Tathagata.

My aunt was the one who cared about Junyuan. She said she hadn’t seen him for several days and asked what he had been doing. My heart stirred with gratitude, and I brushed her off with some random excuse.

If, back then, he had chosen not to defeat Marlin’s men one by one with a wooden sword, but instead had simply seized an iron blade and fought for life and death, he would never have met such a miserable end. So what Li Lingyi wanted to teach was not honorable sparring, but the true art of killing, where either you die or I do.

Only, Long Fei, still troubled by these trivial matters, seemed not yet to realize that the place he had casually chosen for cultivation had also plunged into a complicated whirlpool.

To be honest, even they had only just learned that Lü Benzhong had taken it upon himself to use Wang Shen’s name to arrange a marriage alliance with Kong Yanzhou, and all of them were shocked.

Everyone knew of the bond of affection between Wang Shen and Anniang, and they all felt this matter was truly absurd.

Many people wore mournful faces, while inwardly they cursed Yin Wushuang in secret and also blamed themselves, asking why they had followed her in at all.

Someone was watching her, but his expression remained calm, his eyes deep and unreadable, giving away no hint of emotion.

Thinking this way, he felt much better, even hoping they would speak more harshly and bitterly; then, when the time came, he could fleece them for a great sum.

This was like a carrot placed in water: the Mirror Tower was the flesh of the carrot, while another layer of carrot skin still wrapped around the outside.

For an ordinary foreigner to obtain imperial citizenship, he must first secure stable, legal work within the empire. In Penang, the most open city, one must have no violations of the law for five years and possess a record of having paid a certain amount of taxes before being eligible to apply to join the empire.

Wang Yaoxian had once gone to the Demon City as well, but he had only been able to go deep inside by relying on that crystal token. If a large force marched there, they might not be able to arrive smoothly.

Yang Xian led his people inside. The throne, symbolizing supreme authority, was already covered in dust. Yet even so, Yang Xian still knelt before it with great reverence.

White Wing and Black Frost had already seized control of the Wuhuan military command, and it could be said that the Wuhuan army had fallen entirely into their hands.

But how could Lin Hao take that seriously? He leaped to the Wolf King’s side, and after feeding it a divine fruit, the Wolf King’s damaged injuries were now steadily healing.

He did not go to the home realm; instead, he went to an even more broken place: Zero Space.

“Thank you for your help this time, Sangla Jin.” After learning that Astalia was still alive, Tyrande did not go to look immediately, but instead thanked Sangla, who had earlier helped fight the faceless monsters and stop them from pressing deeper into the city.

On the matter of weapons, Jaina also spoke with Sangla about agriculture. Sangla would send fourteen agricultural priests free of charge to guide Theramore’s farming techniques, while Jaina would purchase crop seeds from the Amani at various prices.

There might be spies among the bandits in these mountains, helping send news back to their mountain stronghold, and this filled him with curiosity.

Moreover, there was another point: when a Servant dies, in theory it is retrieved by the Holy Grail as magical power reserves. In other words, the moment Siegfried died, it would no longer be possible to summon him again. But Sieg could.

Wang Ying stared blankly at the young man in white robes. The instant Pan Jinlian accidentally turned her head and saw that handsome face, she felt as though her whole heart had been pierced by an arrow.

On New Year’s Eve, Xiao Ling brought Shen Zhili to an estate hidden deep in the mountains and woods.