Chapter 45: My Precious Yellow Croaker Grilled Fish

After pestering Qin Zhan and Lou Xiaotian for a while, Grandpa Li discarded the buzzing Realm Communicator and watched Lu Wu busy herself with the fish.

Submerged in scallions, ginger, and garlic, the fish were lifted out by Lu Wu roughly half an hour later.

A grill had been set up nearby, filled with glowing red charcoal that produced very little smoke.

This was top-grade fruitwood charcoal, which emitted a unique, subtle fragrance of fruitwood as it burned, elevating the layers of flavor in the food during roasting.

Seeing the fire steady up—

"Audacious!" The five elders were inherently hot-tempered individuals. Provoked by Li Feng's words, the violence and fury in the depths of their hearts surged instantly.

"Fine then, just state your terms. As long as it is not purely for selfish gain, this old man will consider it." Uncle Li chuckled for a long time before finally restraining his laughter, looking at me cheerfully.

The two had just arrived when they heard Snowball let out a clear cry, grabbing a stone from the pile of gravel.

Hao Ren tightly gripped Su Han's palm. Gazing at the rapidly approaching Ancestral Dragon Palace, Su Han also grew somewhat nervous.

Cao Penghai did not say a word; he picked up his phone and dialed Zheng Weimin. Regrettably, the prompt came through: Sorry, the number you have dialed is powered off.

"All martial artists participating in the selection trial, assemble immediately beneath Layered Peak!" The message conveyed through divine sense was received by every martial artist within the Layered Peak.

"Mayor Zhao, this is Zheng Weimin, the one I mentioned to you. If things are indeed as I anticipate, you are his biological uncle, and he is your biological nephew." Hua Tianhong released his grip on Zhao Dongkai's hand, turned around, straightened his back, gestured toward Zheng Weimin with a hand, and smilingly introduced him to Zhao Dongkai.

Seeing that the matter was thus resolved, he hurriedly took Old Wang's wife and her son, along with Old Wang—who had a fractured arm—and sent them to the county hospital in a township health center ambulance with wailing sirens.

Wuming, the head of the Ministry of Works, possessed a robust and imposing physique, with a sturdy build and unfathomable strength. Yet, his utterly coarse linen garments seemed entirely out of place, completely setting him apart from the silk-clad imperial officials and the powerful yet mysterious experts of the Heavenly Gate, making it seem impossible to associate him with either side.

At this time, there were still four months left until the seventh day of the seventh lunar month. Li Feng chose to enter seclusion once more, hoping to achieve another breakthrough before the great battle. At the same time, he used certain privileges of the Council of Ten Elders to bring his family, who were far away in Zhonghai, to the capital, lest those desperate hounds of the Heavenly Gate resort to desperate measures and threaten him with the lives of his family.

An Yixia looked up at the towering Colossus-like cruise ship standing before her like a mountain on the sea. Viewed from afar, the dark brown cruise ship had a heavy and oppressive tone. Its bow and stern were not smooth, but instead featured sharp, chilling angles that made one's heart flutter with unease.

Feng Lingche drove back to the base, and as soon as he stepped out of the car, he saw Ji Lingxi anxiously pacing back and forth at the entrance. He shook his head helplessly, opened the car door to ready the wheelchair he had already taken down, bent down to pick up Suxi and place her in the wheelchair, closed the door, and pushed Suxi forward.

It wasn't until the thunder tribulation was right upon her that Gu Xijun finally snapped out of her trance, remembering that she and Chu Qingya had already spent many days in the cave, and the elders of the sect must have been worried sick.

She crawled out of her gaming pod and darted quickly into the bathroom. Before she could even close the door tightly, the bedroom door was pushed open.

If you want hens to lay eggs, you have to feed them a bit better. Liu Gang bought some rice bran and wheat bran from the grain processing plant to feed the chickens.

Subsequently, he took out the portion mixed with vegetables, thickened it with tomato juice, and cooked it over high heat, while placing the other portion directly onto a plate.

It was a huge room, fifty or sixty square meters, featuring a ridiculously large bed—not the kind from commercial stores outside, but a custom-made bed spanning two to three meters.

How could she, Gu Ange, eat the exact same white rice and drink mineral water, yet have a thought process so remarkably fresh and refined?

Elder Yang struggled to squeeze out a smile before slowly sitting down, though his eyes were filled with doubt as he sized up Ling Feng.