Volume 1, Chapter 23: The Prize Pupil

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Years ago, five thousand yuan could have built a house in his hometown. Yet, he had spent it all on just a few sips of wine. Tian Tian truly felt it was a waste for him.

"Fine, then let’s fly the kite!" Nalan Ruoxue, also aware of the gravity of the situation, immediately drew her long sword and prepared to charge forward.

How could Hua Shengkai forget? Yet, she was filled with such bitter resentment that the man she had so painstakingly fallen in love with was somehow connected to the old emperor, whom she despised enough to wish dead a thousand times over. She could not help but grow weak, collapsing in tears at the feet of Yu Guyun.

One day, she saw him squatting again in front of the courtyard gate, staring blankly at the passing pedestrians and vehicles, unwilling to leave for a long time.

There were independent travelers and tour groups. The people were of all different backgrounds, complexions, and languages. This displayed the influence of the event, but it also placed greater pressure and a stronger sense of responsibility on Su Nan. He could not let anything happen to them.

The remaining men in red, seeing his wild, frenzied ferocity and ghost-like speed, were all struck with fear. After leaving behind two more corpses, they scattered, leaping over the courtyard wall to flee.

Not far from her, Yuan Wei retracted his black scales and wings and smoothed down his wind-blown clothes, looking as if he had just arrived after a long and hurried journey.

Li Nong sighed to himself. After all, the incident had occurred in his own branch, which was his fault. Seeing Li Wu would inevitably lead to punishment, but at this point, he knew there was no way to hide it any longer.

Over there, Ouyang Lan said, "It took me two months of knowing Brother Zhu before I called him 'Brother,' yet some people have only known him for two days and are already 'Brother' this and 'Brother' that... Ouch!" She was caught by Li Jingxi, who began tickling her relentlessly.

A series of hurried footsteps approached; Mr. Jiang arrived with a nurse—the same one as before.

If the Yellow Turban Army only consisted of people like Over-the-Mountain Tiger, it would have been impossible for them to join forces with the Southern Barbarian King Meng Huo, who commanded hundreds of thousands of elite troops.

If it were anyone else, Han Qiming could simply tell them to "get lost," but since the person in question was the great-aunt of the Emperor of Wangyue, it was an entirely different matter.

The weather forecast, predicted a week in advance, promised cloudy skies with no rain all day—very favorable for the trials.

As an affiliate of the Forest of Shadows, even the academy’s externally dispatched wizards with no potential could influence the succession of royal power, let alone Lin Wei, a genius wizard apprentice of the academy.

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Looking closely, he realized there was something wrong with the old woman’s eyes; her pupils were blurred and clouded with a whitish film.

Seemingly sensing danger by instinct, the massive tail of the Rock Tooth flailed continuously, as if trying to drive away the black insects.

Gu Chen hesitated for a moment before speaking his mind; after all, there was no shame in being honest before his own master.

Jiang Chengce sat with his eyes slightly closed, as if immersed in a dream. The cold, clear notes of the zither from his hands were like steel beads scattered onto an icy surface—each one distinct, each one piercing to the bone. The melody rose and fell, stirring the soul and shaking the heart.

Thinking of this, Gu Chen broke into a cold sweat. He hurriedly closed his eyes, his consciousness condensing into its core form and entering the space between his brows. He saw a red current of air there, quietly extending into the depths of his mind.

"A party? What party?" Yuan Wenjie asked, puzzled. She did not know why Wang Hao had suddenly brought up a party.

Guan Wanwan, seeing the state蔺 Boshang was in, quickly said, "Let me help you." As she spoke, she moved to step forward.

"What kind of relationship?" Maya was completely baffled by her question. One was the general manager of the Shen Corporation, and the other was the CEO of the Duan Corporation; what sort of relationship could they possibly have?

This was the counterattack from Ye Meng and his two companions. The crowd under the ring was stirred to passion, and the cheers were thunderous.

Mo Jue felt helpless. Perhaps he had drunk a little too much, but he said nothing more, leaning back quietly against the car seat.

Shen Xudong hadn't dared to notify his family. He had rushed over as soon as he received the call, and he truly found it hard to believe what had happened.

"Mingxuan, you will never know how humble my love for you is." Guan Zhi'er closed her eyes, tears streaming down from the corners of her eyes.

"Fine, I’m in a good mood today, so I’ll tell you a bit to broaden your knowledge. The so-called 'Haitian Feast,' in reality, is..." Yuan Wenjie described it vividly, leaving Wang Hao’s heart racing and his body experiencing its most primal reactions. He couldn't help but swallow hard.

I saw the practitioner of dark arts in the Shi family’s basement. Unexpectedly, in the dead of night, Shi Le had also come to the basement, and it seemed as if he had known the sorcerer would be there beforehand.

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Lin Su was helped up and went to the inner chamber to change her clothes. By the time she had washed up and come out, Feng Jing was already waiting outside.

"Nuo'er has already arrived at the airport," Gu Yan said with dissatisfaction, glancing at her watch. There were thirty minutes left; if she drove, she could make it, but...

He had been at the Qianye residence since yesterday and only returned this morning. As soon as he got back, he discovered that Mi You had stayed in her room and ignored him!

"The target?" Tangtang arched her delicate brows; the usual playful expression was absent from her peach-blossom eyes.

Lu An looked at his appearance and frowned, then looked up at the office with a dissatisfied expression on his face.

Xuanyuan Hong watched with such obsession that he was nearly drooling. Alas! For a dignified ruler of a nation to be so infatuated with beauty—it seemed he was truly a muddled emperor.

Therefore, if she did not get to the bottom of this statement, she would never be able to trust the Marchioness of Peiyang.

"This child has courage and audacity!" Hu Zhiyong, having received the report from his son, said to Yin Long regarding the major industrial adjustments Chang Lin had made.

Tears fell from the Eighth Princess's eyes as she turned her head away and sobbed aloud. Even a stranger watching her would feel a sense of sorrow.

Chouchou walked over, feeling somewhat awkward. He looked at his brother, then at the person on the bed, not knowing what to do.

At the critical moment of the battle, the Thunder Dragon descended upon the battlefield once more, shattering the encirclement and heavily wounding the three Great Radiant Martial Artists, single-handedly turning the tide for the Destiny Domain and stunning the entire battlefield.