Chapter 70: The Relocation Plan
“I heard that the research institute in the capital is already working on improvements. If they can develop an immune agent or a mutated strain, perhaps one day it will truly appear on everyone’s dinner table.” Jiang Huan’s feelings were complicated.
Perhaps, with enough confidence in one’s hands, even the things that can be eaten become objects of disdain.
She looked around; people came and went within the base, but few faces carried any vitality.
In such days, she too wondered when there would finally be an end.
As for herself—
She listened to him slam the door with a thunderous noise. Qianqian tidied up the scraps of paper beside the table, took another resignation letter from her purse, and placed it on his desk. Fortunately, she had already anticipated this outcome and photocopied twenty copies at once. He had torn some of them up.
“Over seven years have passed, do you think looking for her now will help? Perhaps she’s already found her happiness, maybe she’s fallen in love with someone else, maybe she’s built a family. If you seek her out, you’ll only cause her trouble, and you might even disrupt her life!” Ling Xiruo spoke excitedly, her eyes turning red.
Huo Chen glanced at Chu Qing and sighed softly. There were many things beyond his control, just as he could not defy his father’s orders. There were matters he simply could not accomplish.
After saying those words, Situ Yi strode away. Yun You saw how hurried he was and made no effort to keep Situ Rui. Yet she felt a little melancholy about Situ Rui’s promise to reward her in a few days.
All the arts and magics in this world depend on the right timing and place. At that moment, a fine rain was drifting through the air, and thunder rolled relentlessly in the clouds above; this would surely amplify the power of the lightning talisman.
“You are the one who continues to make mistakes!” Yu Fei could not hide the grief and anger in her heart. She recalled the times they fought side by side, and now it felt so desolate.
“Hey, Mommy, your drawing skills are really bad! How does this look like Daddy?” Chenchen laughed and shouted, clearly dissatisfied with how his father had made him look ugly.
Shen Feng watched as several people attacked with their palms at once, his brows furrowing deeply. His mind stirred; he let the “Heavenly Soldier” float above his head, then suddenly roared and unleashed thirty-six “Great Sun Tathagata Palm Strikes.”
Suddenly, a loud noise erupted in the courtyard. Mu Wanqing and Zhi Ning exchanged glances; it didn’t sound like the gate had been opened.
They traveled all the way to the city, named Shu City—a vast metropolis, its scale nearly equal to that of Demon-Sealing City. Although it lacked the grandeur and prosperity of Demon-Sealing City, it was still comparable, almost the second largest city on the entire Demon-Sealing Continent.
Within the city, those who had embarked on the path of cultivation could already sense something extraordinary in the air, yet none dared to step forward, nor was anyone willing to risk offending a Transcendence-stage Buddha.
Some of these Holy Emperors had been promoted from Holy King by Xia Wushuang herself, while others were loyal to various holy dynasties and had been subdued by her secret arts.
The Ministry of Education would, of course, allocate more funds to improve welfare for teachers sent to remote areas, which would greatly alleviate difficulties and improve educational outcomes in those regions.
Gu Anhao snickered to herself as she secretly pried open his thin lips, directly attacking the place he least wanted to be disturbed at that moment, actively stirring up something.
Master Mingxing seemed quite leisurely, sitting atop a pile of burlap sacks in the backyard. He turned to look at Yang Li, who had just emerged from the dungeon. Yang Li stood under the sun, staring blankly at the sky, silent.
Thus, after the fierce battle with Xu Biyao, neither side gained any advantage. Once they retreated, Luo Yaoyao headed straight for Dragon City.
Such a great dynasty, able to stand firm for a thousand years, and even rank among the top ten in the entire Qinglian World, was indeed remarkable.
“My eldest brother said I was only a little over one year old at the time, so I have no memories of my hometown,” Yu Man said.
More than a dozen powerful military crossbows, already displaying the might of the Divine Arm Bow, were immediately raised and aimed steadily at Xiao Hongyu, who laughed desperately as he teetered on the brink. All the commanders understood—the Ascending Cloud Sword now harbored a death wish. Words were useless.