028. "People-Oriented" (Bonus Chapter, requesting monthly votes!)

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Calder was extremely anxious, desperately needing a championship to prove himself. Eliminated from the Champions League and overturned in the King’s Cup, the only title left to salvage his reputation was the La Liga championship. He observed the empire's evolution from nothing—a lineage flourishing and advancing generation after generation until it expanded into a vast imperial territory.

“Keep a pill that supplements your spiritual energy in your mouth. Don’t hesitate to use your energy to raise a shield; otherwise, you’ll become one of those mutilated remnants,” Li Yichen explained as he popped a pill into his mouth.

From then on, she shed her former grandeur, concealing her brilliance and choosing never to reveal her talents again. She awaited adulthood and marriage to a man, after which she would leave the palace and the turbulent royal court forever.

Bai Ye’s legs buckled, and he collapsed to the ground, his mind in chaos. Staring blankly and hopelessly at the approaching Bi Luo, his gaze was hollow and despairing.

Zhang Zhaodi’s face turned pale as if struck hard. He wavered, then sank to the ground. Watching his retreating figure, tears streamed down his face like rain, clutching his chest as if trying to rip out the heart that ached with unbearable pain.

When the Football Association’s explanation came, along with the October squad list for the Australian campaign, the fans’ anger subsided. Perhaps the association was truly experimenting with new tactics. After all, in the eyes of the fans, Spain’s technical and tactical level was certainly superior to Huaxia’s. Moreover, the October roster included Jin Feng.

As his name suggested, Iron Bear was burly and robust like a black bear. In every group battle, he always charged ahead, causing enemies to scatter at the sight of him.

A young man holding high office and commanding hundreds of thousands of troops, yet remaining humble and steady, was naturally respectable—and all the more formidable.

Seeing his fan base reach about fifty million, Luo Ziling couldn’t help but marvel. Nearly four percent of the Huaxia population had become his fans—that was an immense honor few could ever enjoy.

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The person behind him firmly pulled him into an embrace, strong arms wrapping around his neck and shoulders, shutting out the dazzling light and the noisy clamor.

Since the last incident involving a bottle of water, Yun Yi had not initiated a conversation with her. He hadn’t attended band practice either.

Matchmaker Wang was startled by the scene but recalled what Ruoshui had said earlier. When Ruoshui warned that someone was coming to cause trouble, someone indeed arrived. Could it be that she truly had prophetic abilities?

Ye Chuyuan’s heart sank. Was this serious? Someone as clever as Quan Muye wouldn’t have believed that mysterious creature in secret, would he?

Hearing his reply, Vino’s gaze slightly narrowed, a faint shadow of melancholy flickering in his eyes. Clutching his arm, she unconsciously held on tighter.

Neither Uncle Qu, Qu Tian, nor even the Qu family itself had anyone like her—someone who could twist black into white, muddy the waters, and resort to deceit effortlessly, utterly lacking the Qu family’s dignity and honor.

The black mist landed and lunged straight at the caged chicken. Several clucks echoed in the courtyard. After two breaths, the chicken vanished. Among the feathers scattered in the cage lay a small yellow mass.

My soul returns to the underworld, and my heart has grown numb. I no longer crave the celestial gifts he offers; I only wish for eternal reincarnation to sever my feelings and forget him—forget the searing love that even flames cannot consume. I never knew that some people, even when bleeding from wounds inflicted by another, still love them deeply.

After evening self-study, Huo Qifeng arrived home. To his surprise, Yuan Ye’ai was not waiting at the door.

Ye Chuyuan didn’t mind teaching Bai Lingyou some formation techniques. After all, the core of the family’s secret manuals remained the same: the nameless hammer technique and the breathing and energy cultivation methods.

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Qin Fengyi was not well-liked in the palace. Yet the palace was the palace, with its own rules. Moreover, given Qin Fengyi’s status, even if many resented or disliked him, they still had to present a united and harmonious front for outsiders.

Hong’er could now walk steadily. Once on the ground, he liked to explore everywhere. Seeing his father pick him up to play, he was delighted, breaking free from Xue Tingwei’s hand to tug at the beautiful flowers in the garden.

Although the Tang family was always a subject of online scrutiny due to their prominence, it wasn’t as absurd as it seemed.

Eyes devoid of any sclera, skin dark as blue-black, and one arm twisted into a strange posture.

Qin Ruirui stared blankly at the figure in black. Her mind was a muddle. Moments ago, she had been shouting for blood and vengeance—how had the other person suddenly knelt before her?

First, a water barrier ring from the Dongfanghong 75 tractor cylinder and a 20mm diameter fan belt ring were added where the oil pan met the air filter housing, lowering the oil pan by 15 millimeters from its original height.

The heavy losses at Dinghai Post Station that night were precisely due to this disadvantage. There were too few warships, the enemy’s firepower was overwhelming, and the Red Gang’s cunning was evident—they struck just as the cargo was being loaded onto the ship.

Ye Chu played the perfect older sister, taking the blame for Ye Jiarou’s mistakes and even apologizing on her behalf.