Chapter 78: Feather Emperor Ye Feng

Ye Feng listened to what Secretary Tao said without the slightest worry that the company might go bankrupt. After all, he owned so many businesses he had already lost count—he didn’t care about the insignificant Hengda Group at all!

Still, Ye Feng took out his phone and dialed F’s number. The call was quickly answered, and F’s sweet voice came from the other end, “King, are you thinking of giving me another bonus?”

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Once they had gone far enough, Assistant Zhang let out a long sigh of relief, instinctively moving his body away from the blocked muzzle of the gun.

The other reindeer, hearing the doe’s cry, hurried over and followed her into the forest where the black beehive was.

Yuan Xianglin resumed studying the puzzle before him, and Han Shengqi sat down beside him, joining in the analysis.

Wang Jian withdrew his finger, inwardly marveling at how his marksmanship had grown sharper and sharper. Now he could shoot out rays of gunlight at will with a mere flick of his finger, just like the legendary Six Meridians Divine Sword.

A message came through his earpiece from the remaining soldiers. These men, now operating in elite mercenary mode, were silently lying in ambush nearby. At Blood Blade’s command, they could strike at any moment.

The fighting style was even more tedious; in Wang Jian’s view, they all relied on their “undying bodies” to catch opponents off guard, seize the advantage, and even slay their foes.

All manner of materials—wood, fabric, leather, plastic, metal, and more—were tested, and just these experiments took up the entire day. Not until after eight in the evening did they finish all the record-keeping.

Gousheng was dull and foolish, yet received the lord’s careful tutelage; meanwhile, he himself had memorized the multiplication table in just two days, only to be rewarded with a casual remark.

As the saying goes: Duke Huan of Qi united the feudal lords nine times, once swearing a blood oath; the Chancellor of Shu captured Meng Huo seven times, venturing deep into desolation.

Excited shouts rose from below—the warriors of the seven tribes. At the same time, more stones came hurtling upward like a torrential rain.

Accompanied by the beating of countless wings, a black mass could be seen approaching Feng Yuxiu, drawing nearer and nearer.

Moreover, civilian equipment was relatively easy to print, and the minerals needed were easy to obtain. In the future, it would be entirely possible to find a scenic planet and live the idyllic life once more.

Seeing that the ordeal was finally over, Xia Yan breathed a sigh of relief and, dragging Chu Yanyan along, scampered off in delight.

Following the instructions, Cripple Wang summoned his courage and did as he was told, then hid inside a coffin and dared not come out.

After Lu Qiqi finished speaking, the truth was, she hadn’t really understood much about the plans or systems. But the phrases “hegemonic system,” “debt transfer,” and “wealth extraction,” she understood quite well.

Those black women from America really weren’t to her liking, and among the South Asian and Southeast Asian women, she couldn’t find a single one she thought was attractive.

At this moment, the divine realm, the demon realm, the immortal realm, and the devil realm had all descended, merging completely with the human world.

Lin Dong’s final words were practically a roar, startling every police officer present. Cold sweat broke out all over them. This man dared speak to their chief in such a tone—what courage! Even Zhou Kai and Liu Huarong were drenched in cold sweat from fright.

Moments later, a thin figure appeared in the blood-red mist and darkness, walking out from the outskirts of the Land of Chaotic Burial.

Of the first hundred disciples to descend the mountain, nearly half died in the strife of the martial world due to their naivety; some succumbed to the temptations of the mortal world and fell, while others, with weak resolve, fell completely into madness, becoming deranged lunatics.

Although Lu Weizhong came from a military background, he had held a high position for many years and was quite familiar with how the upper echelons operated. More often than not, those above prioritized stability; a smooth and peaceful transition was what they desired most.

Chu Yi and Xia Tianfeiyu were likewise paralyzed for five seconds and couldn’t come to the rescue in time. They could only watch helplessly as Shang Dong was sent flying by the massive body of the Burrowing Spider King, tumbling through the air like a severed kite.