Chapter 0029: This Lady Means Business (Readers Everywhere, You’re Invited to Build a New World Together)

The lively chatter in the live-stream chatroom continued unabated. Some viewers remarked that watching the slow-paced lives of their ancestors brought them a sense of peace and comfort. Others claimed their mental fatigue had been soothed, while many expressed a deep longing for the warmth and harmony displayed by the ancestors. In short, there was no end to the commentary.

The broadcasting system, seemingly aware that it could not focus solely on Yi Rongkun, began to split the stream into two or more panels, depending on how dispersed the Yi family members were.

An elder, his skin a deathly gray and one eye a milky, vacant white, exuded an aura of eerie, spectral decay as he appeared behind An Mu. He was a formidable opponent, yet fortunately, he was not an enemy. A wave of joy washed over the observer; such a peculiar figure might well be the key to the Emperor's resurrection—it felt almost destined.

This place was entirely devoid of human life. Kannaten found himself yearning for the people of the Hidden Mist Village; though they appeared cold and unapproachable, they had brought a certain vitality to the village. Here, Kannaten occasionally fell under the illusion that he had been severed from human society entirely.

Shi Xie and Shi Yi, brothers unwilling to surrender without a fight, ordered Shi Zhi to lead twenty thousand elite soldiers to camp at Hepu, waiting for Zhou Yu. Simultaneously, they sent envoys deep into the barbarian territories, securing thirty thousand barbarian troops to reinforce their ranks for a final, decisive battle against the Jiangdong army.

Xiahou Yuan, showing no weakness, led his eight cavalrymen in a thundering charge, only to be met by a hail of crossbow bolts. The two were helpless, forced to watch as the enemy slipped past them right under their noses.

Out of genuine concern for Su Ke, Ye Jia found himself uncharacteristically anxious to know what was happening inside the room. He feared that a single harsh word from Li Xiehua might cause Su Ke, who suffered from a terminal illness, to collapse under the emotional strain—which would be a catastrophe.

"Impossible. My judgment wouldn't fail me," Ye Qingci said, enunciating each word clearly. "That guy may look upright, but he is absolutely a scoundrel and a pervert."

Hua Hanming, the father of Hua Yunfei, frequently provided his two sons with real-world experience to help them succeed in their careers; the assignment they were tasked with for this board meeting was one such exercise. Tang Jin observed that the brothers had a decent relationship, though he suspected Hua Hanming favored the elder brother.

After bidding farewell to his uncles Wu Hai and Wu He, Tong Leilei left Songshan Temple alone. She had initially planned to follow Yang Qing’s suggestion and leave Songshan to seek refuge at Wudang, but after listening to Yang Qing’s further advice, she hesitated.

"Is that true?" For a cultivator, what was most important? It was their cultivation level. Nangong Hao had been trapped at the Golden Core stage for far too long. Seeing Li Mo ascend to the Nascent Soul stage while he remained at a standstill, it was impossible for him not to feel anxious.

"Son, I have some good news for you!" Father Hu said, knocking excitedly on Hu Tianba’s bedroom door.

The words sounded imposing and were certainly enough to inspire admiration, but only Ji Lingsheng, who was close by, knew that the arrogant swordsman was currently feeling his way along the wall. Shaking his head, Ji Lingsheng took out the pure spirit stone he had obtained from the mysterious turtle in the lake that day.

"The strategist has devoted his entire life to Shu, stopping just short of dying on the battlefield," Guan Yu said. "If not for him, we would have been no match for Shiyuan."

The owner of the ox cart was an old man whose job was to deliver the load of hay to a household in Jiangnan City.

The hillside villa was too far away; regardless of whether it was J or Jian Jie, the commute would take too much time and leave them exhausted. They had no choice but to board at school and return home only on weekends.

While waiting, Lady Zuo’s face turned pale. When the Emperor asked her to return, she still shook her head.

Rong Zheng remained unmoved, but the men around him began to laugh, especially Xie Jiming and Han Yi, who were the loudest in their jeering.

Qian Yang, the one who had delivered the message, spoke up, his face grim. The scene before them was truly unbearable to behold.