Chapter 81: The Shameless Scoundrel

The situation with the floods in the South was far more severe than anyone had imagined. It had been thought that once disaster relief grain and funds arrived, conditions would improve, but over the past few days, even within the city itself, refugees had become a common sight.

The Emperor was furious.

“I’ve allocated so much silver, yet I see no results at all. What have you all been doing?”

When the sovereign’s wrath was stirred...

Now, this painting of “Heaven’s Roaring Thunder” seemed to come alive, golden lightning bolts connecting sky and earth, rumbling deafeningly across the heavens.

Presently, production was focused mainly on peripheral machinery; soon, however, assembly of the core components—the true heart of the matter—would begin in earnest.

Passing by an LV boutique, Hao Ren noticed Lu Sisi’s gaze fixed upon it, her eyes unable to move away. With a soft chuckle, he led them all into the store.

The Emperor Yonghe never ate pork, finding the flavor far too strong. He rarely touched lamb either.

Originally, Zhang Jing had intended for Zhang Ziyi’s fire spirit to devour the prisoners, but after consuming a portion, the spirit grew listless and refused to continue. In the end, the couple had to deal with it themselves.

Everyone was watching, just as they had at the outset with the heated brick beds—acceptance of new things always came slowly.

“This Xuance Sect really does have the grand air of a great order,” the colorfully attired child marveled. “All these magic robes simply displayed here—aren’t they afraid some covetous rogue from the wilds will snatch them away?”

Shamu Li paid little heed; his own warriors had already sealed off all the exits in the vicinity. But facing a larger force with fewer men—could even the most formidable Tangut warriors from the northwest hope to prevail against these strange merchant guards? The odds seemed slim.

Once the wound healed visibly, Han Ling leapt down from the wall, feeling the lingering, keen sword energy within his body.

The wind had picked up. The night air was cool—summer had not yet arrived. As she stood in the breeze, Gu Anhao suddenly felt a light jacket draped gently over her shoulders.

“Brother Zhao, let’s all sit and talk. No need to rush,” Zhuang Yingjian interjected, smoothing things over. He was still hoping to glean more about Zhao Tianyou’s brother-in-law.

“You’re out of words,” Ma Chenghe suddenly felt a sense of accomplishment. Had he finally rendered him speechless?

“Damn, even after dying he’s causing me trouble. He hasn’t put a bounty on my family, has he?” To be honest, Liang Dong wasn’t afraid of assassins, but that didn’t mean his family felt the same. His greatest worry was always for them.

So Lin Xifan said he’d head over later that night, and the old man had no objection, simply grunting his assent before hanging up.

In the grand Qingyun Sect, there were scarcely any who did not recognize Li Ping’er, let alone the common folk.

Frowning, Xu Zhe regarded the figure slowly emerging from the darkness as though facing a formidable foe. It was only when the person drew near that he sensed their presence—such an original warrior either possessed some unique combat skill, or was far stronger than himself.

The Blood-Weeping Gobi could be called a thieves’ den. The bandits here were not only formidable, but arrogant beyond belief. Any thief who survived in the Blood-Weeping Gobi was ruthless and hardened; their combat experience rivaled that of any arena fighter.

At first glance, Lin Feng recognized him at once—the very man he had seen in the elevator with Suzuki Yuri, together with Panther.

“Don’t worry, I’d never dare steal food!” Night Phoenix hugged its head with its wings, imitating an ostrich, utterly dejected.

Getting ready, Li Shengzhu adjusted the mic sensor strapped to his waist until it felt just right. Seeing Bai Majun with his hands behind his back, fine-tuning something nearby, he walked over.

After all, he had been in China for some time now, conquered many territories, and found that those Chinese who had submitted to the Imperial Army all behaved in much the same way.

Ye Qing examined the blueprint drawn by Zhang Shaozhu, comparing it against the compass, and frowned, asking softly.