Chapter 1172: Thousand-Year Plan, Ten-Thousand-Year Ambition

After encircling the Golden Crow Immortal City from underwater, Chen Mobai retrieved his Primordial Pearl. Knowing that refining the void into spiritual energy would accelerate the advent of the apocalypse, he would no longer use this method to recover his strength unless absolutely necessary. Fortunately, there was a Sixth-tier spiritual vein on Mount Panghuang, which could compensate for the Primordial True Qi he had expended this time.

At this moment, Fu Zongjue, Zhuo Ming, Luo Yixuan, and the others flew down, riding on wooden dragons.

"Senior Brother, from now on, dispatch..."

Song Qianru thought indignantly that only Lu Huai was worthy of her in the entire Shanghai Bund; she looked down on everyone else.

After finishing her pretense, Ye Jiarou walked towards the school gate, holding the roses, but she maintained a distressed expression throughout. Touching her face, Ye Jiarou felt self-pity. She lamented that despite her beauty, she was born to a concubine, which was why her current life was so unsatisfying.

A huge demographic dividend had existed for many years, but it had always been restricted by state control, preventing any entry into the Chinese market.

Mr. Sun remained steadfastly in his office, handling numerous matters, when suddenly there was a knock at the door.

Dayang, still strutting proudly, led everyone inside to see the ivory. From time to time, comments like "So big! So white!" could be heard, along with Dayang's excited stammering, "My dad carved it! Amazing!" which made everyone chuckle.

A massive bolt of lightning struck Xie Runqiu's half-rotted head again. The lightning was dazzling, causing everyone to squint, except for Yi Feishi, who saw a familiar figure plummeting from the sky amidst the brilliant light, like a sharp sword piercing the earth.

"You're too kind. I'm the feng shui master invited by the young master," Xie Mao said with an unblinking smile, making a joke.

Knowing his future was ruined, Bussoer scrambled out of the imperial palace, his gaze filled with resentment as he looked at Jianxin before leaving.

Lucifer represented the demon race; he was considered a half-friend, though it was due to Kongting. Additionally, Michael would not be hostile to their side, but she couldn't represent the heavens.

Returning here, however, always brought a pang of bittersweetness. Many of the former senior and junior students were gone, and while many new junior students had arrived, they were all unfamiliar faces.

"Alright, you continue!" Li Jie took a deep breath. After that interruption, he had calmed down considerably.

Don't think it's an exaggeration; Chiyuan's abilities inherently meant his one-on-one combat prowess was extremely strong. If it were only Feng Xue or only Meng Fan, defeating Chiyuan under a level suppression would be almost impossible.

She thought Rong Simu wanted to glue it back together for her and would return it one day, so she waited quietly. But after a long time, Rong Simu still hadn't returned the crystal photo frame. Later, she wondered if he had picked it up, repaired it, and kept it for himself because he liked it so much.

In fact, this set of primarily worsted uniforms was highly adaptable, but to ensure stability, the Spider Demon Worsted Weave had locked it into a normal mode. In reality, both its defensive capabilities and its ability to enhance spiritual energy could be improved further.

On July 18th, with blooming flowers and radiant sunshine, it was the grand opening of the three Shibugui branches, nine Coffee King outlets, and the Comfy Hot Spring Resort.

Naturally, neither the National Revolutionary Army nor the Eighth Route Army simply waited to be defeated. The next day, a similar newspaper article was published by the National Revolutionary Army Central News Agency.

"Where is He Xuewei now?" Feng Xue asked directly before the other party could even speak.

About a quarter of an hour later, Zhao Ping'an met Cao Zheng at a simple wooden pier by the sea.

"What did Dad do wrong?" The children's reaction immediately left Shen Weiguo stunned and bewildered.

"This is my ideal, but I believe someone will do it better than me. For now, why don't we first listen to Sister Yingtao's story?" Bai Jinwu said, deliberately changing the subject.

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