Chapter 115: A Chance Encounter with Cheng Huaishan

Early the next morning, after arranging for the workers to start laying the foundation, Father Gu took his two sons and, borrowing two ox carts from the production team, set off together for Zhang Family’s Store to buy bricks and tiles.

Among the workers were several skilled hands, well-versed in house construction. They chose one to take the lead and direct the others, working with great enthusiasm.

Qiujv, upon learning that they were building a new house, was quite surprised and hurried over to help with cooking and other chores. Even Er Niu insisted on staying to assist the workers, refusing to leave no matter how much Li Qingyun tried to persuade him. She decided to let him be, thinking she could simply pay him an extra wage.

The workers’ lunch at noon—

Taishikun let out a few sly laughs, then said, “Enough of discussing the world, let’s return to our original topic and speak of the true nature of mercenaries.”

Wusong, Zhang Xiao, Wang Jin, Yang Jinbao, Fang Bao, and the other commanders all cupped their hands in agreement. Zhang Xiao personally escorted the prisoners, digging trenches on both sides of the camp to bury landmines for defense.

Jiang Wei understood all too well the principle of “never letting up when you have the upper hand.” Seeing the situation, not only did he not cease his assault, but he struck even more fiercely. A series of flowing sword strikes forced Fang Yihan into a continual retreat.

“Damn it! You dare kick me, do you even want to make it out alive—” As soon as that ghostly figure landed, he started cursing loudly. However, halfway through, he abruptly swallowed the rest of his words.

For a bank, the most important thing is trustworthiness. Just as Shang Yang built trust with a wooden pole, so too did the bank establish its reputation by laying out rules and regulations. At the entrance, a stone stele was erected, engraved with all the bank's rules, penalties, and procedures— all to win the trust of the people.

Along the way, there was much roughhousing and bickering—nothing truly harmful, but enough to wear people down and drive them to anger and madness.

If, at this moment, he tried to stop Mo Tian, it would be far too late. Moreover, Mo Tian had been lying in ambush for so long, surely having calculated that he would intervene. If he moved against Mo Tian now, it would be the heartless against the prepared; he would already have lost half the battle.

Watching dozens of ghost soldiers surround him, Jiang Wei shook his head in disdain. “It’s not just these few ghost soldiers—even if you brought ten times, a hundred times more, what could you do to me?” These ordinary great ghosts at the Soul Condensation stage—no matter how many came, Jiang Wei paid them no mind.

“Damn it. No wonder neither Akamaru nor I could control our bodies just now and ended up fighting each other,” Kiba gritted his teeth, struggling, but to little effect. Though his chakra was stronger than Shikamaru’s, he still couldn’t break free in a short time.

“Soviet agents have already begun to block information, and there are many cyborgs among them, none of whom seem weak,” Susan said to Lin Yifeng with a grim expression.

Though this ‘Flame Daoist’ was a rogue cultivator, he had been carefully cultivated in the arena by the Cangwu Sect as a ‘cash cow.’ Such a vast sect as Cangwu required enormous funds, and gambling duels were an excellent way to earn spirit stones.

Yet however grand the procession, it was overshadowed by the Empress’s hair being shaved and the nameless corpses buried in the rear courtyard of the Crown Prince’s residence.

His meaning was all too clear. Meng Yue looked at him with anticipation: would he refuse?

At this moment, Mo Yu Fei was fighting alongside Li Shanshan, the Spiritual Manifestation of the Martial God’s will, in this feathered world, struggling against the fierce assault of nine gigantic phoenixes.

After much contemplation, Mo Yu Fei suddenly found his heart stirred by memories—his past with Li Shanshan, and his master-disciple bond with the serene Buddhist monk. How could he simply let go of these things, or decide not to pursue them, just because he told himself to? Forgetting was even more impossible.

When she fainted, a door on the second floor opened and two men dressed as guards stepped out.

Every demonic calamity brings a great upheaval—this is the reason. The Griffin Empire went to such lengths to drive the demons into the Principality of the Wolf precisely because lands lost to demonic invasions become “no man’s land.”

For Greenwood City was already reduced to ruins. Of the Ye residence, nothing remained but a mound of earth, standing like an enormous grave.