Volume 1, Chapter 61: Ye Qingcheng, Where Is Your Brain?

"Director Ye, I suddenly remembered I have business at the office, so I will take my leave first."
"Director Ye, regarding the details of our previous cooperation, I need to reconsider. Another day..."

The guests who had come to attend the birthday banquet all scrambled to find excuses to leave, and some partners who had already finalized agreements began to back out of their contracts.
Even worse, a few guests actually took back the birthday gifts they had previously presented.

What should have been a magnificent birthday banquet was now reduced to a joke.
The hall, originally filled to capacity with guests, emptied out almost entirely in the span of just one minute.
The Ye family estate was instantly plunged into chaos.

Ye Qingcheng's aunt and uncle, along with their entourage, immediately began shifting blame: "Ye Qingcheng, didn't you say there were no problems with the shares of the mine..."

"How could there be any talk of making amends..." The subsequent visitors spoke kind words one by one. Accompanied by Elder Song, Yang Xu was introduced to everyone in turn: Elder Gu, a retired seventh-rank official; Elder Yin, a retired grain intendant; and a refined, upright scholar who had served as an educational commissioner in Fuzhou.

Qi'er picked up the teacup and stepped down, intending to brew a fresh pot of tea for her master, but she was stopped by her master.

Early in the morning, the Inner Audience Office received a box of memorials from the Gate of Heavenly Purity. These were first-class memorials, indicating they came from high-ranking officials such as governors-general and provincial governors. Memorials from the third and fourth ranks were classified as second-class, followed by several lower tiers, which would later be presented to the emperor by the ministers of the Inner Audience Office.

Lin Yi was in an extremely foul mood at the moment. Not knowing what to say, he just sat there awkwardly, unable to bring himself to move. Seeing Lin Yi like this, Uncle Su shook his head.

A crushing 9-0 victory over Lille filled German football with festive joy, while French football was visibly plunged into deep depression.

Soon, a household servant escorted him into the main hall. Hearing the report that the Prince of Yue had arrived in the dead of night, Su's father hastily put on his clothes and came out to welcome him.

Li Tianchen was momentarily stunned by Chen Lingling's actions, but he quickly understood. She had gained nothing of value from the Chen family; instead, the single cup of Confucian wine she had just consumed had granted her hope.

However, just at that moment, a hand stopped Yin Weixian. The US dollars that were about to change hands were forcefully shoved back into Yin Weixian's wallet by that very hand.

"Spiritual magic places greater emphasis on inner transformation. Who told you to strike so ruthlessly while feeling so emotional? Look at what you've done, you've turned into this state now," Adeli said as she bolted toward the door, terrified that her backside might suffer another attack.

The Iron Fan Fairy muttered, "No, it's nothing..." As if that could ever convince anyone! She had been so furious at the time that she hurled the Third Prince away with a single blow, and now she had no idea where he had landed.

At this point, Jiang Ziya paused and asked, "Seal the Zombie King? Wasn't he already sealed away? Could it be that he has broken out?"

The other three fierce corpses, the twelve true spirits, and the eight outer disciples were all the same, each possessing their own secret manuals that required cultivation.

"I'm sorry, You Sang, but you know too much!" The farmer raised a silencer-equipped pistol and fired another shot into Boss You's body.

"Bang!" The Yaksha's body was rammed against the ground by the dragon's head. That wasn't the end of it; a dragon's body composed of countless flower petals swept directly across the Yaksha. Its body, wrapped in the petals, dragged across the ground for over a dozen meters before violently crashing into a wall, spiderwebbing it with cracks.

To compromise a brilliant strategic situation simply out of an aversion to plotting and scheming—that was the kind of utter foolishness only a reckless underling of Lathander would commit.

However, the Water Spirit Great World was a vast realm; how could it be so easily refined? Every three thousand years, the Muyang River would experience a massive tidal surge, mirroring the great tsunamis of the ancient Water Spirit Great World.

The young man who, before the great mutation, had nearly incinerated the entire Netherworld with his apocalyptic flames of destruction... could he really be her Shuo'er?

Thinking about this made her feel more balanced. Since she possessed nothing that commanded respect from others, she couldn't blame them for treating her with such an attitude; everything had its cause and effect.

By this stage, the wizard finally understood where those infinitely powerful legendary spells derived their might. The origin energy provided by the Source Sea was insufficient to let a spellcaster with higher-level control forge stronger sorceries; the origin energy constituting legendary spells had to be forged by the spellcaster themselves.

Electrifying the entire arena, Jiang Hao-ran proved once again that he could ignite the moment he stepped onto the court, instantly reviving the team's morale. Coach Donovan was forced to call a timeout by Jiang Hao-ran's sheer dominance, and as soon as play resumed, he immediately sent Westbrook back onto the court.

Luna smiled faintly, then truly pulled the cord tight. Actually, Qianwu didn't need a corset to make her clothes look stunning, but today was a very special occasion, so nothing could be left to chance.

The long-unfamiliar sensation caused his fingers to tremble with greed, and his gaze instantly deepened significantly.

A year ago, the ruins here had suffered an earthquake. It abruptly poked its head out from a fractured trench in the ground, and then rose as if growing right out of the earth—a truly breathtaking sight.

Yet the man was a captain after all; just like Chen Long, he couldn't be fooled so easily.

When she saw her mother sitting safely beside her, a pang hit her nose, and she threw herself into Mother Ke's arms.

Qiao Wei couldn't help wanting to laugh. With the blazing sun shining so brightly trying to capture his attention right in front of him, how on earth had he failed to notice the guy?

What Beiyan Shi needed right now was powerful backing and support, but she certainly couldn't use the Xia Kingdom to back him up. The only things she could pull out of her inventory as leverage were weapons. Alas... having transmigrated for a lifetime, how did she feel like she was regressing instead of progressing?

"It hurts a lot, doesn't it?" Bai's pleasant voice rang beside her ear, sending a shudder through Qian's heart. She feared no one—not even death itself—yet she uniquely dreaded such gentle kindness from Bai.

However, the Yudai River experienced two flood seasons a year. While this made the land near the banks quite fertile, the dual flood seasons also meant no truly monumental figures had ever left their mark here.

Thus, having used up his cards, Yang Fan unexpectedly noticed a countdown timer appearing on his arm, watching the numbers tick away relentlessly.

"How is that possible? Your Young Master Luo is surrounded by exceptionally talented individuals; surely these brothers must excel in other areas as well," Old Liu said, refusing to believe Luo Tian's words.

Buying time for the war effort over in the Tianlong Empire, and only returning afterward to sweep away you reckless fools.

Hearing Chang Jianfeng describe an opponent in such terms, the team members couldn't help but be moved. Knowing Chang Jianfeng's formidable strength firsthand, an opponent he praised this highly had to be an extraordinary existence.

This was the sensation one felt after achieving mastery in cultivation. When Yan Ruohuo looked at other Nascent Soul cultivators now, she vaguely sensed the same thing—though, of course, friends like Lingyue remained exceptions.