Chapter 88: Harmony at Home Brings Prosperity

"If we don't do this, there's no way for the brand to survive. Even if we're forced to become a low-end brand for now, we're still selling the previous designs. So-called 'classic pieces'—everyone just loves these overexposed styles. As long as sales go up, money will never be a problem."
Zhang Xi's philosophy was enough to drive Yuan Yao'er to madness.
"What do you mean, 'classic pieces, everyone only likes cheap and ordinary'? A classic is a classic, there's nothing more to say."
Yuan Yao'er was angry, not for the first time over this issue. She earnestly reminded her mother, regarding her studies in design...
Liu Kui was dragged behind a horse, while Xiao Jian rode out of the mine. Instantly, the coal mine exploded with chaos—something terrible had happened! The young master had been arrested by the police! The miners spread the news, and it quickly traveled far and wide.
It was well known that Dragon Claw Peak had no shortage of all kinds of spiritual seeds and materials, but what it lacked were intermediate and advanced spirit stones.
Jinyang Palace paid no heed to the explanations from Qi Yubai and his companions, escorting them into a secluded alchemy chamber in a side palace.
Shi'er returned, and old Madam Geng recovered from her illness. The son and daughter-in-law were exceedingly filial, caring for her in every way. Old Madam Geng was healthy and content, happier than ever. The neighbors, hearing of Shi'er's return, came to offer congratulations. Yet they found his manner and speech changed from three years before. Shi'er had once been honest and reserved, not good with words, but now he was clever and quick-witted, with a sharp tongue. All were puzzled and sensed something strange.
In history, Tomyris was the only monarch to defeat Cyrus the Great in a major battle; her victory delayed the Persian Empire's conquest of the Middle East.
Whoosh! Just as Xue Feng approached the crevice, a beam of light shot out. At the same moment, Xue Feng activated his shield and barely withstood the force of the light.
Senior Qin Xin was briefly stunned. Then, supporting herself with her hands, she sat up and turned to look at Senior Xin Wanli, who had just lain down.
With their plan decided, the three brothers gathered their equipment, tucked away several crossbows, and snuck down the mountain under cover of night.
A deafening roar echoed as a terrifying shadow swept over them. A jet of acid erupted from underground, but Wang Yuyan weaved left and right, dodging the giant salamander zombie's attack in a flash. The creature's massive body—twenty meters in length—had already half-emerged from the earth.
"These people of the Dark Clan are the very instigators of the chaotic war! Their sudden appearance, especially at such a crucial moment, makes it clear they've been plotting for a long time!" The Flame Emperor said, frowning.
"Who is it!" Liu Xuan stared at the rustling leaves all around. Every leaf seemed to grow more despondent, and as he lingered, the feeling of strangeness deepened.
At the exact moment the mysterious water rabbit’s temporary soul barrier formed, Mo Qiu unleashed his Thunderflash through the Thunder Body technique, striking the water rabbit with a bolt of black lightning.
More than a decade later, an international tycoon died in a plane crash. The long-lost sea siren—Jenny—returned to the competitive fishing scene, clad once again in a red dress. Her extraordinary skill rivaled even Sea King Xu Liang.
Before becoming an apprentice, she was about to deliver a speech on Louis Armstrong. She spoke softly to the former, "My beloved, forgive me—I cannot help but think of you. I cannot make myself forget you. My heart cannot be without you, so I will continue on. By day, I long to see your smile; by night, I long to see..."
At the same time, it was only natural to entice and threaten him, and should he be caught, he must shoulder all the blame himself.
Master Bao never expected that this ancestral rule would become the stumbling block to uniting the Flower Clan.
Yet among the mingled scents, a sudden aroma made Chen Fangping's thoughts swirl three times over. Though the fragrance wasn't strong, Chen Fangping could distinguish it—it was unlike any scent Louise had carried before, and that was enough.
Leaning forward slightly, she extended her right hand, hoping Liu Yang would support her.