Chapter 52: Provincial Examination Top Scholar

Her eyes lingered longingly on the paper package in her arms. Emotion and reason fought a fierce battle within her, until reason finally gained the upper hand.

Wen Yu could only yield to her whims, renting a presidential suite at the Peninsula Hotel for a full year and even giving her the room key.

However, since he had invested a million in total for this shop, ignoring it completely was out of the question.

At that moment, the nurse walked in to change Xie Ling's third bag of intravenous fluid, and asked me to step outside for a moment, explaining that she needed to help Xie Ling with her "drainage."

By the time the Ninth Imperial Princess rushed to Emperor Huizong's residence, the members of the imperial clan had already breached the defense line of the imperial guards.

"My younger sister has people pointing fingers and cursing at her every single day. She used to cry when she was young, but now she's completely used to it," said the old lady living directly across the hall with an expression of detached acceptance.

Besides, chaotic battles were the ultimate test of a goblin's combat proficiency. He had not forgotten that cultivating the Seven Warlords of the Sea was intended for territorial warfare.

Xue Zhen looked calmly at Meng Jiuer. Naturally, this suited her wishes, but in the future, she would truly have to rely on Tuoba Yan to protect her.

Fortunately, there were no bystanders around; otherwise, they would have been utterly dumbfounded, as the sight was simply too incredible.

With that, Duan Qianli pointed upwards, signaling that those invincible interstellar soldiers who always emerged victorious came from the heavens above.

She was, of course, referring to her current two close-combat weapons. Although they were not made of alloy, they were far harder than any alloy.

After wandering around the room for a while, feeling thoroughly bored, Ke Qingyun pushed the door open and stepped outside, with Tangyuan following closely behind.

Hearing this, Lin Yifeng and Zheng Shuang nodded deeply in agreement. The relationships between people could sometimes be truly wondrous.

When old Liu said this, the slightly plump man fell silent as well. Clearly, the price of 1.1 million was practically the limit. Pushing it any higher would leave no room for profit. After all, this jade was merely raw material that still required processing and marketing, and those costs were by no means low.

To this day, the image of Wang Xuan—half his face stained with the blood of outlaws—taking her away remained deeply etched in the innermost recesses of her heart, impossible to erase. Today's expression on Wang Xuan's face bore such a striking resemblance to that day.

She and Zi Changgu represented the yin and yang of the Ziyu Manor, respectively. Wang Xuan tossed the candlestick back to Miling, but this time, he chose not to pursue. Instead, he abruptly turned around and slashed fiercely with his sword toward Miaoyunyian. A massive, churning sword qi swept in a spiral toward Miaoyunyian with astonishing might.

Although the Sword Gathering was held for sword cultivators, such a grand event in the city naturally drew many non-cultivators who came simply to watch the excitement and join the crowd, though sword cultivators still made up the majority.

Over the next few years, Qin Yaohua became Huishi's largest real estate investment tycoon, while Lei Zhensheng enjoyed a smooth official career, rising to become the Director of the Huishi Land Resources Bureau in just a decade. Later, when Lei Zhensheng was transferred to Huayu City, Qin Yaohua's real estate investments followed him there.

"Well, General Manager Zeng, can their plane tickets and expenses be reimbursed?" Xin Yifuan asked Zeng Yulian again, and anyone could hear the teasing undertone in his voice.

"Thank you, I'm sorry to trouble you," Seamus said, wearing a blue-and-white striped hospital gown. His original wizard robes had long been torn into shreds, leaving him with no choice but to temporarily wear the infirmary's clothes.

"Who's there?" Leng Xianning suddenly demanded in a stern voice. To think someone had approached this place while her mind was wandering.

Wufangzi stepped forward to help Mei Yuhan up and said, "Junior Sister, it seems you truly cannot let him go." He pulled Mei Yuhan into his embrace and gently wiped away her tears.

When quitting time finally arrived, Ye Xiaomei, who had changed into casual clothes and was getting ready to go home, was intercepted by Chen Shi.

"I'll explain later, but I have to go right now!" Without waiting for Su Chen's panicked shouts, I plunged back into the blazing fire without looking back.

The anticipated kiss did not land. Taken aback, Xiang Tiantian pursed her lips in a slightly sulky manner, lowered her head, and was just about to say she wanted to go home when he suddenly reached out, hooked her chin, and before she could react, his lips covered hers.

A burst of laughter erupted from behind her. An Youran looked closely and realized it was just passing palace attendants who couldn't help but chuckle softly upon seeing her awkward plight.

Cheng Yaokin had two lines: The war of the Six Zhaos brought you great hardship, and upon your return after the New Year, you shall assume the post of Senior General of the Shence Qinglong Guard, leading my troops to attack Goguryeo to wash away our past humiliation.

Though she had mentally prepared herself that the Fenghua Palace might look rather different from the familiar image in her memory, upon truly stepping inside, Ming Shiyun realized that "different" was an understatement.

Leng Xianning bit her lip and stayed silent. Fear stirred in the depths of her heart, but she dared not speak. Crystal tears still hung upon her fan-like eyelashes. Lowering her gaze, she resolved to be obedient and offer no resistance.

Reminded by An Youran, the others finally noticed that although the man was trying desperately to explain something, he could only produce strange, gurgling noises from his throat. Judging by the anxious and urgent expression on his face as he sought to defend himself, it was certainly no act.

"Come to think of it, when I was young, I once received guidance from the old master; otherwise, I would never have broken through to the Martial Ancestor realm today!" A look of nostalgic sentimentality appeared on Ling Yiping's face, making him appear approachable.

Puji and Puhui offered wry smiles. Of course they understood what Ling Duyu meant: unless it was business-related matters, the two of them should not bother coming over in the future. As for attempts to persuade him to convert to Buddhism, Ling Duyu would simply ignore them.

"Oh? Isn't that Xiao Yi?" Not far away, a middle-aged man said with a hint of surprise in his expression.

As the sacred name of the Heavenly Underworld Great Buddha was chanted, brilliant Buddhist light illuminated the entire imperial tomb. Countless rays of Buddha light and Buddhist intent emanated from the earth of the tomb, transforming the pitch-black imperial tomb into a place as bright as day, yet suffused with boundless compassion and peace that continuously purified the demonic energy permeating the realm.

Throughout history, no one has ever been able to accurately describe the universe, nor has anyone been able to thoroughly understand it; thus, it remains shrouded in mystery and inspires a deep sense of awe.

"I wonder what orders Your Excellency has in coming here?" Ling Duyu hurriedly saluted the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King. As for the giant spirit god, that could be skipped; speaking of official ranks, there was only a tiny difference between him and that fellow, and his current cultivation seemed no weaker than his anyway.

The crowd buzzed with discussion—some felt pity, others gloated, and a few even began casting glances toward the Eldest Princess and the Samsara Saint King.