Chapter 386: Wrath of the Galaxy

"Come now, Old Lin, why don't you try and calm yourself?" Liu Na said, catching sight of the War Regiment Commander pacing in desperate circles, unable to keep from offering a word of comfort. "What Li Chang'an says is true—we must prepare for both outcomes, just to be safe."

Lin Yuan ground to a sudden halt, waving his hand in a gesture of profound irritation. "Bah! Prepare however you damn well please! This business is truly beyond my control now—figure it out for yourselves!"

With those parting words, the holographic projection snapped shut with a sharp crack, leaving Liu Na, Li Chang'an, and the others staring blankly at one another.

Salt and iron possessed a value second only to land itself, were relatively simple to monopolize, and gathered immense wealth with extraordinary ease; thus, through all of antiquity, they remained the financial lifelines most fiercely guarded by successive imperial courts.

Having escorted the few guests from the chamber, he leafed through the contract held in his hands, splitting his lips into an ecstatic grin that revealed a row of perfectly even, snow-white teeth.

Once processed, these peculiar logs were capable of burning for an immense duration, sufficient to ensure that the cauldron's temperature would never fluctuate erratically and compromise the quality of the elixir.

Su Yuhan returned to find no trace of Ye Fan anywhere, and in his stead, she was met only with the biting mockery drifting from the mouths of the surrounding crowd.

Shen Nanchiao assumed an air of lofty, aloof grace as she stepped into Shen Zhinian's courtyard, gazing upon her with a radiant, smiling countenance.

The scent of durian reached my nostrils, and following that fragrant trail, I took a step ahead, which was precisely when I overheard the sound of approaching footsteps.

Du Ruo paid no mind to the departing troupe, continuing instead with his boxing forms; it was merely out of regard for Qiangzi's earnest goodwill, and the lingering sense that his words yesterday had been a touch too harsh, that he had spoken up to share the core principles of Xingyi Boxing just now—offering it as a silent token of recompense.

As Qin Feng gripped the hilt, he could distinctly perceive the reservoir of vital energy within the Blood-Drinking Sword swelling continuously.

The moment my eyes fell upon the savage, twisted scars scarring the flesh of those few merchant guild members, the last vestige of doubt concerning their sudden defection vanished entirely from my mind.

Song Jing collapsed once more, her eyes narrowing into a shallow slumber, leaving Zhao Xi to chuckle softly as she turned and stretched out upon that couch, finding it wonderfully soft and comfortable.

He had dispatched a flurry of messages, yet Bai Licai had offered only a terse, solitary reply: "We are surrounded." No matter how fervently he pressed for details thereafter, no further answer came.

"This petition, We shall receive," Ah Jiu declared. "Provided your words bear the weight of truth, We shall naturally see justice done on your behalf and restore righteousness to the Yan house. But should your words prove false—" Ah Jiu cast a sweeping, cool glance toward them, radiating a sovereign majesty that brooked no defiance.

As though startled by Xiu Qiqi, Chang Guanyan could not help but utter a cry for assistance; though the word 'help' never crossed his lips, his voice was utterly drenched in terror, causing Da Tai's heart to seize with dread as his outstretched hand tightened into a clenched fist.

When she inquired after the matter, Liang Zhitang offered only a cursory explanation, revealing that the old master had quite accidentally struck him with a carrying pole, a mishap that had brought about the present calamity of chestnuts strewn across the earth and a man beaten to the ground.

Liang Huilan dabbed gently at her eyes with a handkerchief, her words carrying the profound forbearance and magnanimity befitting the mistress of a house; she recounted a tragic, heroic family history, yet confessed to being torn asunder by the reality that both sides were of her own flesh and blood, so that her simple yearning for a shred of consolation remained unfulfilled, leaving the brother and sister caught in an agonizing plight.

The villagers immediately assisted the unconscious man onto the bed to rest, while Ai Xiang set about disinfecting his wounds and applying the stitches.

"Ask whatever it is you wish to know," Huo Yelou said, his sharp, angular features set in a grim expression, his gaze resting upon her quiet, wordless countenance with eyes brimming with remorse; he had envisioned many ways to arrange their meeting, yet it had come to pass in the most wretched manner imaginable.

Liu Kai’s face flushed a deep, suffocating purple; his wife’s torrent of reproach trampled brutally upon his dignity as a man, leaving him unable to swallow another morsel as he threw down his napkin and stormed away.

Luoye cast a discerning eye over the blue lobster placed before her, mimicking Gao Shu's manner as she dipped it lightly into the sauce and brought it to her lips; the blue lobster commanded a princely sum, but its flavor was entirely worthy of its price, and as the taste bloomed across her palate, she closed her eyes halfway in pure indulgence.

It had long been established that his moral integrity had been discarded entirely over the past ten thousand years; if he so desired, he could love someone of the same gender just as easily, and crossing the boundaries of species posed no obstacle whatsoever.

Having sent Qingyue away, she found herself utterly devoid of sleep; the frantic rush of the past few days had left her no leisure to dwell on Nangong Xuan, but the sight of Qingyue had broken the dam on the longing and anxiety she had buried so deeply within her heart.