Volume 1, Chapter 185: The Box Office Numbers Are Out!!

"Haven't you heard? The recent news about the Grand Thief of Tianling seems to be because they stole historical artifacts from the Ministry, which is why there's such a heavy emphasis on historical promotion this time!"

"Holy crap, grave robbers are actually real! I've been obsessed with 'Night Yetian's Grave Robbing Notes' these past few days, I never thought the stories were real!"

"No wonder the official promotional traffic support is so massive this time—turns out the grave robbing notes from the display board have come to life!"

"This grand thief is simply too hateful!"

"What's most terrifying is that this grand thief might sell our Dragon Country's historical artifacts abroad. Once that happens, getting them back will be nearly impossible!"

"Sigh, so infuriating!"

"I really want to go check out this variety show—"

Not only him, but even the older generation of family elders and senior vassals of the Tokugawa clan who had known Wang Tianxie for over a decade had never seen it either, let nothings be said of those younger-generation samurai at the commander level and above.

Then came the prosperous commerce and entertainment. Needless to say about those red-light districts, let us speak of the pleasure quarters and brothels. Broadly speaking, those red-light establishments also belonged to the category of brothels, but in the strict sense, the term referred to purely entertainment venues devoid of any illicit colors.

The reason the elegant man Pangolin knew about this was simply because he had overheard it by chance. When the elegant man Pangolin heard these things, he simply could not believe it; he refused to believe they were true.

Yet the reality was that not only had this thorn not been removed, but it was also stubbornly digging deeper and deeper into his heart, growing increasingly painful.

For most people in the camp, low-level rare monsters and elite monsters were already depleted. As for high-level monsters, they were unable to challenge them, so naturally, no equipment could be dropped.

Once the close combat commenced, the first and second echelons of Greek hoplites maintained a solid formation, while the Athenian longbowmen in the third and fourth echelons began to unleash their might.

Iron Man's strength was far superior to the others, and the difficulty of her breakthrough was correspondingly much greater. Despite this, she unexpectedly ended up breaking through first.

This was the difference between a village and a town; accepting a task in a town yielded nothing more than a bag of money.

"I'll let you be arrogant. Just make sure you don't cry when the time comes." Seeing Chen Qingdi's indifferent, calm, yet utterly arrogant demeanor, Chen Zhenhua was consumed by a burning rage.

They no longer harbored any delusions of killing Zhang Feng, nor did they expect to defeat him; they only wanted to wear down Zhang Feng's defense first, as long as they could strip it all away.

Snow was a holy angel. Ice was a mischievous sprite. Across the boundless earth and upon the lifelike hanging-flower eaves, they left behind the traces of their playful frolicking. The trees, the grasslands, and the rooftops—every visible sight was blanketed in a pure, hazy white.

"Hello, I'd like to ask if there are any contraceptive methods available?" Shi Qing took two deep breaths, trying his best to make his voice sound weathered, and asked with feigned composure. Beside him, Xuelian nervously pressed close to the mobile phone he was holding, listening in, her wide, fluttering eyes filled with anxiety.

Lü Matong departed, and Lady Yu felt like a tightly pulled spring that had suddenly lost its tension, collapsing abruptly to the ground.

Quite a few people saw Liu Qitian and his group coming down the mountain. The commotion caused by Long Yuan's battle with the Auspicious Beast had terrified everyone. Yet these people were able to descend safely and unharmed, which alone was proof of their strength. As soon as the White Lion and Tenghui hit the ground, they rushed forward to ask what had happened, regardless of what they looked like.

The four of them were surprised once again. Fortunately, having experienced the initial astonishment, their reactions were now significantly more tempered.

Mo Chen sat beside Manshen without feeling bored. Although he remained silent, the greater part of Ling Xianxin's energy was still periodically focused on Mo Chen.

He was so exceptional, whereas the distance between herself and him was simply that of the blue sky and the vast sea. How could her heart harbor such extravagant desires?

"Don't learn to be so overly pretentious and scholarly like old Liao, and dispense with all the formalities. Old Liao's son-in-law is my own child, come on, let's go inside and talk." With that, showing none of the airs of a public figure, he familiarly threw an arm around Shi Qing's shoulders and walked toward the banquet hall.

As long as they were members of the Bai family, he would kill them. Not only would he annihilate the Myriad Swords Sect, but he would also purge the Immortal Feather Imperial Clan in blood, erasing the clan from heaven and earth henceforth.

After Sui He left, Ying Bu began to set his sights on Liu'an. That was his old stronghold, less than a hundred miles from Shucheng, making it look like meat right at the edge of a fierce wolf's mouth, making his mouth water and turning it into his fondest dream. Coincidentally, Xiahou Ying was also eyeing Liu'an, and the two men found themselves sharing the exact same thought.

Her gaze fell upon the mobile phone that had crashed onto the floor. She hurried over to pick it up; the phone wasn't broken, so Song Shanshan tapped on Yan Xi's phone number and placed the call.

"Go to sleep. Traveling by night is exhausting." Jun Nanye walked straight into his room, instructed Tao An not to disturb him, and mercilessly closed the door. He inspected the room thoroughly to ensure there were no monitoring devices whatsoever before finally falling asleep with peace of mind.

"Are you sure you're giving this to me?" Cheng Yuan looked at the plate of shrimp and couldn't help lifting her eyes toward Jun Nanye. The elegant movements he had displayed while peeling the shrimp earlier had made her secretly praise him in her heart several times.

Cheng Yuan wound her long hair around her fingertips, her deliberately spoiled and coquettish voice lingering in his heart like soft feathers.

Unfortunately, Xiqi was heavily monitored by the Great Shang Dynasty and locked in by numerous strategic passes. If they wanted to raise an army, the troops of Great Shang could march directly beneath the walls of Xiqi City.

Later generations felt sympathy for the Jie Teaching on one hand because they suffered a disastrous and utterly miserable defeat, and on the other hand because they felt that the disciples of the Jie Teaching possessed a deep sense of loyalty, unlike the disciples of the Chan Teaching who acted ruthlessly and resorted to ganging up at the slightest provocation.

Just as Mayor Li and his entourage were preparing to leave, a sharp, screaming outburst of scolding suddenly echoed from the far end of the corridor.

"I should be the one envying you, having a mother who prepares delicious food for you." Yu Jiawei smiled bitterly. The look she cast at Jiang Lingxi clearly conveyed: You are blessed and yet fail to realize your blessings.

What she feared most was a sudden flash of hope—that abrupt yearning for victory which, having just emerged, would be instantly dashed, leaving her with a result no one could possibly accept.

Yan Qingwu's voice was cold and icy, tinged with a faint, natural resonance that sounded innate rather than intentional.

"Seventh Uncle, it really is beyond belief. How on earth did this Eastern Emperor Xufu come back to life?" After Xiao Shan finished speaking, Seventh Uncle looked at the Eastern Emperor Xufu, who now stood beneath the brilliant moonlight resembling an immortal descending to earth, his eyes likewise brimming with deep bewilderment.

Wang Mu had a rather distinct impression of this. He had first encountered cultivators from Lizhou during the potential battles at the Magpie Bridge Gala, though they hadn't crossed paths in a match.

Yet, to put it bluntly, these matters had little to do with him; it was merely his own sense of pride and responsibility acting up.

"Idiot, why didn't you say so earlier?" Lei Mingxuan furrowed his brow deeply, grabbed my wrist, and gently massaged it with his other hand.