Chapter Ninety-One: The Tycoon and the Doll

Behind the wide-open grand doors stood two rows of beautifully crafted female automatons dressed in identical uniforms, about twenty in number. Each automaton was exquisitely made, their beauty almost lifelike.

If it weren’t for the fact that all these automatons looked exactly the same—and considering the impossibility of a normal person having twenty identical siblings—Ming Shuang would have found it almost impossible to tell whether any one of them was real.

The Wang family, with their grand estate and prosperous business, had welcome automatons far superior to the ordinary wooden mannequins seen on the streets soliciting business. Those common wooden figures were merely simple or charmingly naive, but the Wang family’s batch of beautiful automatons were nearly indistinguishable from realistic AI.

Ming Shuang thought to himself: Wow, this is truly the legendary rise of technology bringing prosperity to a family. These automatons look even more lifelike than advanced humanoid robots.

Though there was usually chaos, when it involved the Song family, matters became far more serious. Xuan Yan had directly shattered Song Shaohong’s leg bone; if the elder Song was displeased, he might retaliate against Xuan Yan.

“Yes!” The old man with the hooked nose felt a surge of joy after the red-robed elder spoke, though he showed no sign of it. He quickly responded with respect.

Just in case—one must remember that Zhou Tianwang was the world’s top expert. Though now only his soul remained, who could say if he still held a trump card?

“Xuan Yan, thank you today. Without you, I probably would have been so provoked I wouldn’t want to live anymore,” Zhang Fan said sincerely before getting out of the car.

At that moment, the middle-aged man was stunned upon seeing Jiang Jiuyue’s face. Fragments of memories flashed through his mind, and he suddenly became somewhat excited, uttering “An…” But on closer inspection, it seemed not quite right. He didn’t finish his words and soon returned to calm, looking at Jiang Jiuyue with a puzzled expression.

However, the other party had now hidden their identity and retreated into Shaolin. If it weren’t for the recent commotion at Shaolin and Lin Dong recalling the last words of the Hollow Zen Master before his death, he would not have suspected anything. It seemed that unless unavoidable, this person would not have emerged.

The instructor before him, Lv Yiran, was well known—the head of the Inner Courtyard Martial Arts Hall, Mr. Fang Zhengbang. Though Lv Yiran did not understand martial arts, he knew one of the basic requirements for the appointment of the Inner Courtyard Martial Arts Hall’s director was to have strength at the Martial Emperor level.

“What do you use for lighting then? Don’t tell me it’s torches?” Ling Mo asked incredulously.

“This is the Military Affairs Office. We’re here to talk and to introduce you to some people,” Long Ling said, nodding. She was then wheeled into the courtyard. The door closer glanced around to ensure no one was nearby before shutting the door.

At this, every goblin’s face showed a momentary shock, then they lowered their heads, acknowledging that the elder had spoken truthfully.

Although the skeleton before Su Yan had not fully evolved, if his blade landed on the sword artifact, the artifact would be destroyed, and the two would fall into the Black River with unimaginable consequences.

From this data, we learn that Xue Yi began playing the Dream Three Kingdoms game five years ago. During those five years, Xue Yi was merely a novice. But why, in the last six months, has Xue Yi suddenly fought like a person possessed, maintaining an undefeated record against top players?

Li Cheny’s long roar echoed as silver light surged, nearly freezing the void. The piercing cold charged into the storm, colliding fiercely.

The jump boots had been acquired the moment the middle lane was killed. Earlier, he had been careless, not realizing that Long Taihou already possessed jump stones, which led to his death. Otherwise, with jump boots, he would not have been vulnerable to being killed.

The sharp clang of iron striking the ground echoed beneath her steps. Nong Xue, startled like a frightened bird, leapt up and anxiously looked down.

Lan Xi gave him an annoyed glare for keeping secrets at such a critical moment, but she was genuinely looking forward to whatever plans he had for the evening. For now, it was better to keep him happy.

After two ordinary attacks, Cao Jie still had over twenty health points left. Seeing that he was not dead, Cao Jie quickly activated his E skill and fled.

“Let’s fight them once more before tackling the boss. The enemy has too many single-target controls. We should find a chance to take one down quickly first.” The opposing team, aware of the ward in the river, did not rush in immediately.