Chapter 32: The Successful Development of the Incandescent Light Bulb

"Clang, clang, clang..." A rhythmic and rapid pounding on the door shattered the serenity of the morning.

Inside the hall, Feng Qingwu sat across from a young man in fine silk robes. At the head of the table sat a dignified middle-aged man, and the atmosphere remained cordial. Although many dishes were laid out before them, not a single bite had been touched; anything that had been eaten had clearly been nibbled by mice.

"This place was originally the habitat of the Pangu clan; it is perfectly safe. Young Mistress, go quickly. We shall remain here to stand guard." As he spoke, the Ginseng Spirit transformed into an old man clad in coarse hempen cloth. Once he manifested, he immediately began to chant incantations and weave spells.

Under Wan Yan’s command, fierce flames spread rapidly along the city walls on both sides, until the entire hundred-mile stretch of the wall was engulfed in fire.

Feng Qingchen began to regain sensation in her numb body; Nangong Ling’s medicine was taking effect. She extended her hand, and the dark, bluish-black poison was drawn from her arm toward her fingertips.

Xiang Yunsheng returned to the side of the corpses. He bowed his head before them, offering a silent tribute for several minutes, before using his spiritual energy to lift each body one by one to be buried in the Xiangya Mountains, ensuring they could rest in peace.

Fu Jian felt that since he could not recall his memories now, he could not simply wait around. He decided to infiltrate the Xiangdong Tribe under the cover of night.

Sunlight glinted off Lin Jiutian’s cold iron mask, flashing with a biting, icy light that deterred anyone from daring to charge at him again.

"Whoever captures Li Aotian shall be spared." This statement from Zuo Wushiyi meant that among the three of them, only one would survive, while the other two would inevitably become the "third kind of person."

The cucumber remained unbroken, uncracked, and unsplit, landing with a solid thud. Hu Yongsheng was startled; after three strikes, a crack finally appeared in the wooden stake.

On a delicate white porcelain plate, a fragrant, golden-yellow young chicken was wrapped in a vibrant green lotus leaf, its aroma rich and intoxicating. The cumin-roasted whole lamb had already been carved; the golden, tender meat was roasted until crispy on the outside and succulent within, emitting a mouth-watering scent.

Those regions near or directly bordering the Taichu Domain had already begun to implicitly pledge their allegiance, becoming subordinate entities and slowly integrating into the territory.

Inside the massive, brightly lit bedroom, Matthew leaned back on a spacious sofa, staring at the walk-in closet opposite him. The door was wide open, yet the lights inside were off. Perhaps it was too bright outside, but from his vantage point at the entrance, there was no sign of Eva Green, only a void of darkness.

Huo Guang went to great lengths to help the merchants up, but they refused to rise, insisting that only by remaining on their knees could they repay his kindness.

Beside the courtyard, there was an actual segment of Ming Dynasty blue-brick wall. The police station by the city wall was situated right next to Master Kong’s traditional courtyard house.

Unlike the first round, which featured a wide variety of works, this round consisted of only four types of entries.

As the Great Commander’s spiritual energy surged, an oppressive aura instantly emanated from him, enveloping half the arena. Under this pressure, those with lower cultivation levels would find both their speed and the recovery rate of their spiritual energy diminished. This was a common tactic used by those of higher rank against lower-ranking opponents.

I was watching television, distracted, when I suddenly realized something was wrong. I set down Yan Feixiao and bolted toward the bathroom. The washing machine was rumbling, spinning at full power. Yan Feixiao and Duoduo chased after me, and Yan Feixiao shouted, "Li Zhishuo! What is wrong with you?"

Sitting there once more, BB naturally sensed that the atmosphere had changed. She felt something vaguely, but because others were present, she did not ask. She believed that if Ruan Yu valued their marriage, he would take the initiative to talk to her.

Li Qiang felt an involuntary surge of excitement. Having known in advance of the ice pillar’s miraculous effects and peculiar structure, he found himself unable to suppress his inner agitation—a first for him.

The journey of over two hundred meters from departure to deceleration took only a few minutes, but then the problem arose. There was nowhere to dock on that isolated island in the dead of night. The boat circled the island, but the jagged rocks lining the shore made it impossible to land.

Looking at Zhou Tong’s attire, I couldn't help but laugh. Liu Yue had actually styled him like an Arab man, with only his eyes exposed. Liuzi looked a bit better, but he was also bundled up completely. I thought to myself, we aren’t even in the desert yet; if we enter the desert, will we have to cover our eyes too?

I don't understand the inner workings of officialdom, but I have certainly tasted a bit of its bitterness and complexity.

Li Zhishuo finally reached his limit. He rose and threw a punch, landing a blow squarely on Ling Hui’s chin.

The Azure Dragon walked over slowly, his gaze sweeping casually around the room before settling on my face, sharp as a hawk’s, making my heart pound against my ribs.

He glanced at me, then lowered his head, habitually lifting both hands to cup his chin. Only then did I notice the wound on his left wrist.

Yongning curled her lips. This old Taoist had brushed it off with a single casual sentence, but if the day ever came when she truly faced Wu Zetian, there was no telling who would win! In any case, she admitted that in terms of schemes and ruthlessness, ten of her combined might not be a match for one Wu Zetian.

"Be patient." Xuanyuan Minghan looked at the tea in his hand with a faint smile. He wanted to see exactly what kind of person this was, the one who had even turned his imperial brother away from her door.

"I am in your debt." Ran Yan thought to herself that Xiao Song was far too well-prepared. Could he have been so certain that she would come?

As Zhao Yanyu had anticipated, the Emperor agreed to his request to lead the army and issued an imperial decree to inform the world: there were doubts regarding the treason charges against Qi Zhengqing; they were not to be taken as truth, and a thorough investigation would be required before a final conclusion could be reached.

"I know," he said hoarsely. He lifted her chin with his finger and leaned down to kiss the lips he had been longing for.

It wasn't exactly death; Wanlv was superstitious about such words. As long as the meaning was conveyed, she didn't say it aloud.

"A young woman’s reputation is of the utmost importance. I wonder which gossiping tongue started such rumors." Lady Tang deliberately raised her voice, drawing everyone’s attention. Suddenly, Lady Lu found herself having to deal with many more people.

"What?" Meng Yueyun was stunned at first, then realized that Li Xiangyun wanted her to find the items listed on the bill inside the bracelet.

"Let go!" A chilling, intimidating aura radiated from Zhao Yanyu’s entire body. He didn't even look at Ning Chaoyun, yet his presence alone filled her with fear.