Volume 1, Chapter 63: I Want You All to Be Buried with Them

The words had barely faded when a sharp, piercing whistle suddenly tore through the night sky!

Rumor had it that this Wang Guojin was exactly fifteen years old this year, possessing looks that easily rivaled Pan An by three parts and a talent that outshined Cao Zhi by half a bucket. It was also whispered that the Princess of Chu had already secretly had the birth horoscopes of the Princess and Wang Guojin matched, and even sent a trusted eunuch named Xu Guang to inspect the young man in person, reportedly returning with immense satisfaction.

He was waving his arms wildly, but just as he inadvertently caught sight of the object that had struck his face, he suddenly stiffened, as if struck by some mysterious force, turning completely to stone.

However, nothing had been finalized yet, so He Zheng naturally wouldn't waste time worrying about others; it was merely a passing thought that crossed his mind for a moment.

Qin Zheng looked up at the sky, his gaze entirely calm. Beyond the atmosphere, a massive fleet of starships was truly descending. Six flagship vessels led the vanguard, their cannons pointed directly at him. From these flagships, hordes of genetic warriors and mecha soldiers poured down. The moment they landed, the phantom soldiers surrounding him instantly vanished into thin air.

Everyone was burning with impatience to know what new policies the new general manager would introduce, and forty or fifty pairs of eyes turned to stare at him all at once.

As for the Holy Demonic Mirror itself, it possessed the unique ability to replicate tangible treasures from reality. Although certain limitations applied, the state of mind and profound realm it cultivated within—whether for cultivation or combat—offered an exhilarating and thoroughly gratifying experience.

"The military: the Nation-Guarding Army, all command belongs to our Heir!" Yang Tianbo said, his face brimming with pride.

"Follow me!" Deputy Director Xin led everyone to a safe zone, then turned and motioned for them to gather closely together. Pushing his mining helmet upward with his left hand under the concentrated glow of the headlamps, Deputy Director Xin's dust-covered, lean face resembled a sculpture of black marble—resolute, stern, and piercing like a torch.

The previous competition had consumed more than a dozen blocks of stone, but this batch had already been fully replenished long ago, so there was no need to worry about a shortage of materials.

Only when no outsiders were present would Zhu Pingjin unreservedly reveal his true current state. Continuous labor and sustained tension had utterly exhausted both his body and mind. What he needed most right now was to grant himself and his wife a month-long extended vacation.

Being able to converse harmoniously is a matter of fate; if conversation fails, it's best to part ways! Who knew what crossed this God of Wealth's mind to insist on seeing her.

It turned out precisely as Wu Xinxin had anticipated. Director Lü had deliberately made things difficult for her back then—she submitted one unqualified report, and the second was rejected as well. It wasn't until the fifth submission that Director Lü finally felt his petty harassment had sufficed.

Tong Xianger drove home, avoiding her usual route and taking a detour to the Xi City Public Convenience Service Center, where the Civil Affairs Bureau was located.

Conversely, if someone were to depart from the Wind-Thunder Ravine, there was also a high probability they would choose to make a trip to the Ice-Flame Valley.

Although Wu Chuan had already guided Qi into his body, he did not know any arcane arts, meaning he was not yet a genuine cultivator, merely a beginner.

He slowly opened his palm, revealing upon it a phantom projection of Nanling City, within which stood eight statues of Buddha.

Thinking of her birth mother locked away in the cold palace, she longed to sprout wings and fly to her side, but she was far more mature now and forcefully suppressed the turbulent emotions rising within her.

In the distance, atop the tiled roof of a civilian dwelling, the air distorted, revealing a mysterious figure draped in a bamboo rain hat that concealed their entire body.

Mu Nanqing's initial impression was that she was all bluster—a mere paper tiger. Yet upon closer observation, one would discover that her inner nature was consistently rational and aloof, entirely unmoved by sentimentality.

"I understand all the previous points, but what on earth is this regional discrimination?" Wu Xinxin could not fathom for the life of her what was going on inside the human resources department's brains.