Chapter 51: Surpassing Expectations

These were his true secrets.

The three of them worked tirelessly, not stopping until after six in the evening. Only then did Jiang Butong finally breathe a sigh of relief. He glanced at the store’s inventory—one-third had already been sold. It was an astonishingly fast rate of sales.

He saw Chen Pan’er organizing the clothes that had been tried on, while Qing’er was counting the money. Turning away, he went out to buy dinner.

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During his lifetime, this system had flourished; the nation was vibrant and prosperous because of it. But as more time passed after his death, the princes of the various fiefdoms grew restless, and soon enough, open challenges to the throne began to arise.

Nowadays, many international corporations have dedicated charity departments, staffed by professionals to handle such affairs. Zhou You’s decision to establish a subsidiary for this purpose was quite in line with this trend.

The old women in the room, upon hearing this, ceased their frantic movements and, each taking up a bucket or some household tool, waited for Qian Hongying.

Most of the military police who held their ground in the streets that morning, refusing to flee, were soldiers dispatched to maintain order. Their combat ability, willpower, and psychological resilience were on an entirely different level from ordinary troops.

After absorbing the mysterious power within the Red Mountain jade, his supernatural ability had miraculously grown a little stronger. If his power could indeed be enhanced by consuming other sources of mysterious energy, then didn’t that mean it had limitless potential for growth?

“Of course I want to eat! Not eating or sleeping is torture for me,” Feng Yu said, her eyes still fixed on the roast rabbit.

Ouyang Han walked to Xuejiao’s bedside and gazed down at her. Compared to a few days ago, she looked much healthier.

Although Ye Tian’s dantian was now depleted of both fighting and baleful energy—and that baleful energy was subtle enough to escape most people's notice—the man in brocade before him was on a whole different level. He could even estimate Ye Tian’s strength by probing the breadth of his meridians.

“Sweetheart, time to eat.” This girl was so picky—how would she manage future meals? Would she have to cook for herself every day?

Yan Lan’s furrowed brow deepened. She had thought long and hard about it, but was still at a loss, uncertain whether to refuse or accept.

The alley wasn’t long, and several days had already passed since the incident. No suspicious traces remained.

Ever since then, it had lived in fear, terrified that if Lu Fan was ever displeased, it too would end up as another victim of his blade.

This was... far too awkward. Better to just say she couldn’t accept it. Shen Wanyin made up her mind to speak, but before she could, Han Junfeng smiled and tossed the script aside.

As the two approached, Hu Meng snorted coldly, lifted the broadsword at his side, and turned to pull open the heavy doors.

“The afternoon when something happened to Teacher Zhang, you did go home to drink some water. While you were at home, Bai Yufei was indeed still painting in the vegetable garden.”

“Take care of your current troubles first. Don’t get yourselves killed,” Lei Peng said as he stood suspended in midair. Lightning surged and spread around him; his features were as sharply defined as if carved from marble, exuding an unparalleled majesty.

Many times, she dreamed that she and her brother were hanging from a cliff, and every time, their parents unhesitatingly chose to save her brother and let her fall.

The owner of the repair shop across the street was a greedy man. I watched from my window as he personally drove that Mercedes into his shop.

It was the prime of her youth, and she and her childhood sweetheart were on the verge of marriage, when an event occurred that changed the course of her life forever.

“If I make it into the top ten in the class, will you promise me something?” Bai Ruoxi asked.

Otherwise, with Ye Mang’s personality, why would he act so brazenly in dreams? It was always the unattainable that stirred up the greatest longing.