Chapter 53: Regarding the Previous Dynasty

"Mother Liu, who helped you resolve the issue with your shop?" Meng Wenxuan decided to first test the waters with a question unrelated to her hidden master.
"My master did."
"And who is your master?" A flash of cold light crossed Meng Wenxuan’s eyes.
"I don't know." Mother Liu furrowed her brows, wearing an expression of apparent agony.
Meng Wenxuan realized that Mother Liu likely had never laid eyes on her master's true face, and perhaps had no idea who her master actually was.
"What does your master look like..."

Yet he remained low-key yet distinctive. When he wasn't filming, you could barely hear a whisper about him.
The endless remakes in the Mainland of those iconic Taiwanese Mary Sue dramas of yesteryear were the ultimate proof of this.

"I'd still like to buy a few hundred more acres." Squatting on the edge of the irrigation canal, stroking the embroidered mandarin ducks on his robe and gazing at the blueprint for the subsidiary channel, Zhou Qian murmured to himself.

Focusing a point to break a surface—Dongfang Rong was an acquired-stage master who had cultivated his entire life, and he still understood this basic principle. The piercing sound of the sword tore through the air, striking directly at the belly of the Black Tortoise.

He was entirely unaware of the previous internal strife within the Shusun clan, of which Shuiniu was the mastermind. Although Shusun Ruo had been elevated to his position by Shuiniu, he harbored a bone-deep hatred for him.

"Feng Chong, arrange some men for me. I want to take over all the territories of the Shangguan family, and operations begin tonight! Remember, I mean all their territories!" Stepping out of the mayor's building, Huang Xuan picked up his phone and issued his orders. Since the mayor was still hesitating, he would simply stir up some chaos right here in Haining City.

In reality, carports and dog kennels were classified as temporary structures without any proper permits. In urban parlance, they were illegal constructions, but out here, absolutely no one cared.

Zhu Biao spoke thus because, aside from the teachings deeply ingrained in him by Empress Ma, he firmly believed in the Buddhist concepts of karmic affinity and benevolence, and he also believed that some people could turn back and acknowledge their wrongs.

Hearing the price offered by the wealthy merchant surnamed Wu, Zhou Qian felt it was somewhat too low. For every dou of white sugar and lotus root starch, they were only offering him one silver tael, and demanded exclusive supply rights to the Wu Family Firm alone. Looked at this way, the price was far too modest.

Huwu, with his baby face, cupped his chin in his hands and watched Wu Qianrui and the others with keen interest. Their panicked expressions hardly looked feigned; if they weren't acting, it meant someone had leaked the intelligence, attracting other wolves to come and snatch the meat. How amusing.

Faced with the invasion of external foes, these individuals finally showed a shred of solidarity, secretly gathering their forces. Some even projected their willpower into the primordial universe of Wushou, attempting to keep the Ancient Heart Sword behind.

If the people of the Heavenly Sect made another move, the most likely candidates would be those two peak-acquired experts mentioned by Xiang Shaofan.

Ning Dan was Ning Chunqiu’s father and the head of the Ning family. At this moment, remaining close to Ning Dan was probably the only way to find a semblance of security.

The Melancholy Daoist walked forward step by step, drawing ever closer to the black mountain. Chen Zong and his two companions kept their eyes locked on the Daoist's figure, ready to intervene and offer assistance at the slightest sign of danger.

The deep, cosmos-like black flame instantly transformed into a crow. This technique bore a resemblance to the methods of the Heaven-Burier, both utilizing spiritual Qi manifestations as offensive weapons. Nie Xin had comprehended this exact technique from witnessing the Heaven-Burier's ladder attack, so ultimately, he owed a debt of gratitude to the Heaven-Burier.

Energy stones were born from spiritual Qi; with spiritual Qi so sparse in this place, such energy stones were naturally infinitely precious.

Across the horizon, a crimson sun slowly ascended, spilling down golden sunlight that draped a delicate veil of gold over all the practitioners.

The disc-shaped artificial celestial bodies appeared rather small, insufficient to cover the surface of the star. However, by capturing gases from the stellar surface via powerful magnetic fields, they formed lenses that focused the light, shooting it into another disc-shaped artificial celestial body to harvest the energy.

Hearing Yang Ye's words, Fan Meng hurriedly shook her head. Although she harbored no fondness for her eldest uncle and third uncle, that did not mean she wished for them to perish.