Chapter Forty-Seven: Sold Out

"Xi, where are you taking me?" Feixue looked at the dilapidated factory before her—there was nothing here. "Just wait a bit, we'll be there soon." At this moment, Ouyang Junxi's face was pale. He understood exactly what he was doing, but he couldn't control himself. The factory was coated in dust from years of abandonment, with nothing but a few broken-down machines scattered around. Ouyang Junxi led Feixue into a room...

Meanwhile, Flamebeast, seeing the Dragon King Ao Hai charging toward Chen Hao, quickly drew another long arrow from the quiver on his back, nocked it to his bow, and aimed at the dragon—clearly, this arrow was meant for the dragon.

Looking more closely, the inscription read: "Bi Youjian, a merchant from Hangzhou, Zhejiang, together with his compatriots Ding Youbai and Zha Zihou, respectfully seek an audience with the Marquis of Jiangning."

Ye An hadn’t felt much before, but today, witnessing it in person, he finally understood just how skilled these people were at flattery.

However, Mu Hongyu and Shi Lei were experienced men. From Chen Hao’s expression and his sudden announcement to join the competition, they could already guess what was going on.

It was only now that Xu Duoduo remembered her mother’s presence. Turning her head, she saw her mother following closely behind, her face full of displeasure.

Yun Yi’s fourth decree ordered the establishment of recruitment points across the land—the Yun clan was launching a new round of conscription.

“Excellent, I’m very satisfied!” Wu Ruoyan said with a laugh. She clapped her hands, brushing off whatever had stuck to them.

“Why? Why are you doing this?” Lu Qing said through gritted teeth, his expression as if he wished to devour Yun Yi whole.

Ji Zeyan waved him off and turned toward his car. Only after he had driven away did Rong Shaochen get into his own vehicle.

Xie Zhidao said, “Let them stay for now, and when spring comes, have them plant trees.” After spring, Xie Zhi intended to launch a major production effort. He couldn’t rely on herders alone; more workers would need to be hired.

If, by then, Noble Consort Xi fell out of favor and the Emperor continued to ignore Consort Yan, allowing another concubine to reap the rewards, that would be truly troublesome.

Since Fan Jun had previously been a chef, all of Hong Jinlong’s restaurants were managed by him. Fan Jun did not betray Hong Jinlong’s trust, running the restaurants so well that business prospered more each year.

“Where am I?” Dizzy and disoriented, Leng Xuan slowly opened his eyes and, seeing the unfamiliar surroundings, asked aloud.

The Thunder Eagle and Berserk Python clans had surrounded Wu Yunzhu and her companions, but their mutual unwillingness to yield had made them miss a golden opportunity. Now, with the Earth Dragon clan intervening, it was clear that any further contention would require considerable courage.

Xiao Yan’s seal shifted, and she exhaled gently. Instantly, the silken threads binding Wei Han burst into purple flames, scorching his body.

“A promise? What promise?” Yan Chengfeng was puzzled, having no idea why Zhong Ping had come to see him.

The temple master smiled kindly at the heir of the Marquis of Yong’an, but there was a hint of sadness in his eyes. This child still didn’t know that his mother had passed away, nor what fate awaited him.

Returning to herself, Jiang Yushu took a deep breath, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Softly, she replied, “Don’t worry, the old madam is in good health. She wrote you a letter, mentioning just one thing.” Placing the letter on the table, her face grew hotter and redder.

After Bei Hai finished his preparations, the taste was mediocre, but the presentation was passable. He took a photo with his phone and sent it to Diliya.

Then, Bai Xue watched as two Godzillas soared into the sky. Without any propulsion devices, their current abilities allowed them to escape the planet’s gravity with nothing but the power of their legs.

The reason Lin Xueyi rushed so anxiously to Huhang City was that she simply couldn’t put Xiang Yuandong out of her mind. Ever since learning he’d been taken to Prison No. 8, Lin Xueyi hadn’t eaten or slept.