Volume One, Chapter 47: That Will Cost Extra

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With this arrangement, the ambassadors of the seven nations could use the telegraph machines here to maintain constant contact with their home countries, effectively allowing the leaders of the Eight-Nation Alliance to participate directly in this crucial conference through radio waves.

A single eyeball, larger than a coconut, rolled across the floor and was then crushed into a pulp under Tang Dun’s foot with a squelching sound.

The legendary origin and dazzling career of the "Black Miracle," combined with its owner being the sensational Chinese billionaire Xiao Feng, only fueled the media frenzy, making reporters as excited as if they had been injected with adrenaline.

Chen Sanlang immediately noticed an unusual detail: the spots on the old man’s face and hands seemed oddly regular, elliptical in shape, and their coloration was unlike typical age spots.

“Hmph! This is utterly outrageous!” The black-clad elder’s face twisted with fury as he raised one hand, unleashing a surge of dark energy that was absorbed into the suspended spiritual disk before him.

The four of them set off together, but not far ahead, lightning illuminated a vast expanse of water stretching out before them—a boundless ocean with waves rolling ceaselessly.

On July 8, 1908, Japanese Prime Minister Saionji Kinmochi and Foreign Minister Yoshimoto Takaaki went to the Imperial Palace in Tokyo to meet Emperor Meiji, with the purpose of discussing Japan’s entry into the Allied Powers.

Japan’s navy and army had undergone a new round of expansion, but due to technological constraints, the air force remained unchanged.

The clam-eating creature often appeared here, blending in and becoming a familiar face. It was in the demon city that it first heard news of Lord Long’s plan to journey across the seas.

Returning to the old site after a year, everything—from the orderly public office area to the elegantly arranged lounges and reception rooms, as well as the hardworking staff—reflected the vibrant energy of a company on the rise.

Synopsis: This is a fire jade lotus growing amidst magma. Before it could mature, some scoundrel plucked it prematurely, leaving only a defective remnant—a tragic waste, deserving of divine retribution.

During this process, the sages discovered the great limitations inherent in the most primitive empirical pursuit of knowledge.

Before long, waiters appeared, carrying trays and placing delicious dishes on the tables.

“Master, your admonition is correct. It was my fault,” Jiang Tian said solemnly, speaking with utmost sincerity.

Yet fate was cruel. Halfway through his entrepreneurial journey, he was struck down. Threatened repeatedly by the Jian tribes, with his ally Ming distracted by its own troubles, Lin Danhan was forced to lead his entire clan westward, dying in Qinghai at the tender age of forty-three.

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The young talents at headquarters similarly received guidance from certain individuals, each pursuing their own agendas.

Mental energy permeated the tree trunk as Li Xinyu’s likeness was modeled through psychic projection upon it. Hong Ning only needed to remove the excess wood.

Every system has its merits and flaws. For instance, many domestic resource allocations are sometimes made on a whim, leading to considerable waste, though at least a fair amount gets accomplished.

Judging by these figures, investing in crude oil futures promises no losses in the long run. Operating on this principle—favoring long positions with flexible short-term maneuvers—yielding over eight percent annually, as promised by Shen Ping, is no strain at all.

“And you? Since everyone else has become shadows, how is it that you have turned into a ghostly specter?” Du Lei knew the ghostly specter was a very special entity, entirely different from mere shadows.

“Ladies and gentlemen, open your eyes! Ta-da!” Wei Meng bent one knee and pointed both palms at the old Taoist, mimicking a host welcoming a superstar’s grand entrance.

He recalled that she used to always sleep with her clothes on. Even after their intimate moments, before drifting off, she’d insist he dress her because she said sleeping naked made her feel unsafe.

Yet no one could ever fathom the end of this vast sea; its other shore remained a mystery.

“Shameless!” Bai Linghuai spat again. Wei Meng’s thick skin only grew thicker. How had he become the elder? Moreover, elders usually give red envelopes to juniors—not the other way around.

If the Peony Flower Lord dared not swear by heaven and earth, it would prove she had intended to silence someone permanently.

The routine continued as everyone took turns challenging the guardian at the Number One Bagua Platform. Without exception, all succeeded—even the weakest among them.

Yang Ming bore no airs, mingling casually while observing these star directors, thinking to himself that the entertainment industry in Harbor City was more cutthroat than on the mainland—truly a survival of the fittest.

Amazement flickered in their eyes; Danbro was dumbfounded as if seeing a ghost.

Lu Tian withdrew his gaze in puzzlement as Ye Chen approached from outside, carrying a pot of wine.

Soon after, the weapons atop the war fortress unleashed a furious barrage against the Aust fleet.

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Upon the lake’s surface floated a brightly lit red boat. Faintly, everyone could hear an enchanting, haunting song.

From the moment it appeared, Wang Zhen had locked his attention on it, watching its every move closely.

“You’ve talked long enough. Now, tell me, what’s your plan?” Han Feng changed course, deciding to hear what she had to say.

However, such efforts were negligible, one-sided, and ultimately failed to ignite true enthusiasm in the crosstalk community.

They not only established an internal academy, but it was even situated alongside the martial arts academy.

Bathed in crimson, surrounded by rising heat, the colossal mechanical beast collided with a sleeve. Unexpectedly, it was not Situ Xing who was injured.

“Now you realize its importance? Yesterday, you kept trying to stop it. Truly no foresight,” Shangguan Qing gave Shangguan Leiting a disdainful look.

Testing again with the Qingxuan Sword confirmed a significant increase in energy consumption, since the sword was far heavier than the necklace.

“It’s all a matter of tactics. No one here is any cleaner than the others,” Pei Mingxuan’s past deeds were not unknown to Sikong Zihong; he just chose to remain silent. There was no need for further discussion—Pei Mingxuan’s actions were at least defensible in public.

When Helian Beishan stammered out the question, “Who are you?” the old man in the Taoist robe smiled faintly in response.

Essentially, this was equivalent to Xia Fan using the power originally belonging to the Winged Demon Beast against it again, employing the same method.

If she could truly travel back in time, she would want to go back and kill that stubborn, obstinate, and deluded version of herself.

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