Volume One, Chapter 48: Not a Single Thing Could Be Sold

"Comrade Xia, do you think it's that easy to go into the city and sell goods?" Captain Yang was furious, feeling a surge of anger rise from his stomach.

"Captain Yang, please stop trying to prevent me," Xia, the educated youth, replied with firm resolve.

"Exactly! Xia is beautiful and kind, and she's helping us earn money. We're happy to give her our goods!" The villagers all chimed in, gathering around and voicing their agreement.

They were all well aware that this noble benefactor was someone highly favored—they couldn't afford to make any mistakes.

Though the distance made it hard to see clearly, it was obvious she was protective of her elder sister.

The closer the two came, the stronger the baleful force surrounding her became, and the sooner Zhou Bingzhu would be relieved of his discomfort.

Earlier in the morning, he had still been dressed in a formal suit, wearing a meticulous tie, his face solemn as he waited for her to wake.

At six o'clock in the morning, the duty room received a call from Old Uncle Gen, saying that Ye Jian wanted to visit the unit and requested a car to pick her up.

Closing his eyes, he could only think of that night lying in Brother Yan's house, the man sitting quietly at the bedside, expressionless, helping him without the slightest hint of indecency. The memory alone made his trousers tighten.

The spiritual energy in this place was simply too abundant; he had coveted it for many years, but had never been able to wrest it from Yi Zhan. Failing time and again left him deeply frustrated.

"Of course, there was hardly any time to rest. The whole afternoon was spent in constant busyness," Han Shenyen nodded.

After that day, the young master of the Wen family could be seen every day, tending the flowers in every corner of the villa.

Now, after several months, the president's wife had returned, and once again, the president was wrapped around her finger.

"Isn't it the fragments from this shoulder bag you want? Here." From the back seat came a voice as clear as a yellow oriole's song. Zhao Xier lifted a yellow shoulder bag from the front passenger seat and handed it over.

The mountain was not high, but it was strikingly beautiful—shrouded in mist, adorned with rare flowers and exotic herbs, waterfalls cascading down, like a celestial peak. Yet no one dared venture deep within, for even a single wolf could challenge any of their best fighters in a fair match—utterly monstrous.

If it hadn't been for the sudden reminder from the Nameless One, they might truly have overlooked such a colossal problem.

He moved his fingers closer, and I drew nearer to him, growing more reluctant to leave the softness and clarity of his skin—so much more pleasant than the rough, wrinkled branches.

Yufan froze. This was the second person he had met who could wield inner strength and display it openly—the first was Lu Sha.

"It seems my three rules were of no use," Zhu Houhuang thought to himself. He saw no hint of joy in their eyes.

That afternoon, a Rolls-Royce was parked at the gate of the seventh district in Dexiangli. Not only Lin Zeming but also Li Yan stepped out of the car.

As the two of them watched, Lu Zhengshan rode up to the city gates on horseback and shouted loudly up at the walls.

Though they didn't understand how Shen Fei could solo a boss, they attributed it all to the rewards of becoming a Guardian.

The air throbbed with noisy music, but Ling Jingshen was not there for entertainment—he knew Heizi came here every night.

Xiao Huo's gaze was fixed on Xiao Yan in the void, his voice cold and emotionless, yet it stirred such fervor among the disciples of the Sacred Flame Sect that they felt their blood boil and their bodies ignite with passion.

"Has Master Zhang's matter been settled?" Wu Muyun scanned the room before turning his gaze to Li Junru.

The others, one after another, explained their circumstances. Each had been entrusted by different prison officials for various reasons, secretly receiving favors and keeping an eye out for familiar officers from outside, providing cover from within.

On this isolated island at sea, the temperature difference between day and night was great. One could run around in a bikini during the day, but at night, skipping the blanket would leave you feeling cold.

"I'm leaving for Cloud Mist Sect tomorrow. Brother Xiao Huo, do you have anything you'd like to say to me?" Nalan Yanran blinked her lovely eyes, her sweet voice drifting over. All her pride vanished before the youth in front of her.

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Ling Jingshen, having anticipated this, leaned his whole body aside, perfectly avoiding Wan Min as she toppled onto him. With a look of disdain, he peeled off his suit jacket and tossed it onto her face, blocking his view.

"It's all thanks to Young Master. A single pill helped me break through," Xuelan said with a beaming smile to Xiao Huo, her face full of satisfaction.

Just three kilometers away in the inner world, three tall men lay prone on the ground—one holding binoculars, the other two armed with a rifle and a sniper gun.

From afar, Li Yujun glimpsed Yang Village and smiled slightly; his keen eyesight had already spotted the distinctive uniforms of the Eighth Route Army.

"I asked you to come see if something was wrong with my eyes. Am I seeing things? Why are there so many zeros in this price?" Long Dadan exclaimed, eyes wide.

"Yes, big brother. In my opinion, that thing's not worth it. Better to download a few cultivation novels," Feng Yixiang replied with a laugh.

"Our rescue team is here. Just grab the rope and you'll be safe." At that moment, a reply came from headquarters through the VR watch.

Today, her grandfather had arranged for her to pick up Master Chen, but since the afternoon she had called him dozens of times and not once had he answered, leaving her feeling anxious and annoyed.

For Han Yun, becoming the head of the Ouyang family and taking control of all its assets was secondary. What mattered most was obtaining the Jiao Dragon bloodline.

Canghai gritted his teeth and let out a long, piercing howl. Instantly, nine figures threw back their heads and howled in unison. From their bodies, countless beams of light shot forth like the quills of a porcupine, filling the entire space.

"Hey everyone, it's been a few days—how you've all changed!" Bingyun walked in from outside the door.

He had originally wanted to handle it himself, but suddenly came up with a clever plan—Zhao Fei simply called Mary to report his own injury.

At the main corridor entrance, scattered mech parts and severed limbs lay everywhere; it was estimated that at least several thousand mech warriors had tried to halt the alien invasion.