Forced Labor

"Indeed, it is rich and loose."
By the edge of the field, Zhuge Liang grabbed a handful of soil and said.
"Stop looking. The farming methods in Nanyang require tremendous effort. Even if others wanted to learn them, they wouldn't be able to," Pang Tong said, shaking his folding fan.
Zhuge Liang sighed softly, "Cao Ziyu truly has a remarkable way of governing the people."
The three of them continued their tour of Nanyang, walking from south to north and east to west, and found that Nanyang was indeed developing quite well, with clean politics and orderly governance.
"I fucking thought I was gonna get sniped by that scum. Damn it, Shadow Hunters, bullshit," Morgana cursed.
A-Shui gritted her teeth, gathering the strength of her body into her right arm, leaning forward, and pushing herself forward with her entire body like someone unskilled in martial arts, attempting to shove open the stone door with her right hand, which had severed tendons. Yet the stone door remained immovable. Before long, A-Shui was panting heavily, and a dull ache throbbed in her right wrist.
Ye Kai sat hugging his knees on the cold stone steps, gazing at the bright moon hanging in the phoenix tree, feeling as though his heart had turned to ice as well.
The elevator showed no signs of stopping at all, but fortunately, I managed to press the elevator button.
It was impossible to defeat him through sheer force alone. To put it colloquially, Gatanjea could be considered Lin Chong's inner demon; only by facing one's true heart could one conquer this demon.
Her demeanor felt completely ordinary. Were it not for her face and her inherent aura of a princess, one would truly think she was Yuxuan.
The moment he saw the young man's smile, Wang Jiahui suddenly felt the entire world grow gentle and warm with sunlight.
Looking at the scene where Ancient Sword One suppressed everything with a single sword, Zhang Zhiping revealed a satisfied smile. To be honest, among contemporary younger cultivators, apart from himself and Zhang Xusheng—who belonged to a different generation—only Wu Yong, who practiced both Taoism and demonic arts, could rival Ancient Sword One. He was a true genius, no inferior to the chosen ones of past eras, with bright prospects of ascending to immortality in the future.
At that time, when he spoke of Steward Si almost destroying the demonic core within his body, such deep remorse was clearly visible on his face. It appeared he also trusted Steward Si profoundly.
The earth was baked like a freshly baked flatbread, and the vegetation served as the scallions on top of the bread. If one were to reach out and touch it, they would feel as though it were thoroughly cooked.
Other than that, there was not a single successful attempt. Yet, with grain and provisions placed right before his eyes and left untaken, he felt truly unwilling to let them go.
As the "local dragon" of the Holy Spirit State, the Marquis Wei Estate possessed immense wealth and formidable influence within the province, able to summon the wind and rain. With a single casual call from a high position, they could gather a hundred ancestors from various immortal cities across the province to come to their aid with all their might, without needing to care about the attitude of the Qingqiu Fox Tribe.
Following Chi's death, the truth was buried forever, while the seeds of suspicion were planted in everyone's heart. Kazuyuki Echizen had employed an open strategy, leaving Chi no path to clear his name from the very beginning.
Once Wei Yan figured this out, he immediately stopped speaking and went back to sharpen his weapons and feed his horses, preparing for war at any moment. At Ma Chao's current strength, he shouldn't be able to hold out much longer.
At the very bottom beneath this gigantic fire gourd, a pool of over a hundred catties of dark golden solution flowed silently.
Presenting his plaque to the defending Imperial Guards and Brocade Guards, Jia Chong passed unimpeded through the city gate, his wide sleeves fluttering as he walked. Before he had even finished traversing the front hall, he drew the sidelong glances of numerous officials coming and going.
A patch of dark clouds drifted over, obscuring half of the setting gloom, while ten thousand rays of golden light pierced through the shadows, scattering upon this body towering as majestic as a cross.
Yet Wang Yuanfeng still sensed it, thinking to himself that he originally intended to impart the matters of the Star Lords, but from the very first glance, he had perceived that this youth's destiny fate aligned with the Win-Leopard, the seventh star of the Azure Dragon of the East, endowed with a natural spirit. However, this single sigh let Wang Yuanfeng know that the opportune moment had not yet arrived, and it was not yet time for him to return to his rightful position.
Su Chen indeed found a medicinal formula labeled "Foundation Establishment Pill," but it was sealed by a piece of paper. The note indicated that this formula had been left behind by a senior Golden Core cultivator, and a full two thousand spiritual stones had to be paid in order to take the formula away.