Chapter 46: Knowing the Clear Breeze Rises from One Place, Yet Entering the Sweltering Summer, All Four Dreams Alight Together

“Shh, don’t you know our gentleman here is quite old-fashioned?”

When did “being biased” become synonymous with “old-fashioned”? Cheng Heng was already awake but decided to pretend to nap a little longer.

“The world outside hasn’t been like this for a long time; only the gentleman still refuses to cut his queue.”

Was this returning to the first story again? Cheng Heng wasn’t sure and decided to listen a bit more.

“But if we want to take the imperial examination, we have no choice…”

“The imperial examination? Don’t you know…”

A man clad in a deep indigo robe stood there, his sharply chiseled face and bronze skin giving him a striking presence. His jade-purple eyes darkened, becoming as inscrutable as a deep ancient well.

His long hair, smooth and flowing to his waist, was casually draped over his back, carrying a hint of unruly abandon.

The cool autumn wind took a deep breath, and bit by bit, she suppressed her cultivation down to the Golden Core stage. Facing her opponent directly, Xu Ping could clearly feel the overwhelming aura she radiated had lessened considerably.

Lou Xiu smiled and nodded. Two thousand years had passed, yet Lou Xiu remained unchanged, still as handsome as ever.

Yu Mo glanced around nervously, clearly hiding something. Her words were hesitant and awkward.

He really wanted to advise Third Junior Sister to ditch Xu Ping, who was like a ticking time bomb, but felt it would be too undignified, so he kept the thought to himself.

This brought tremendous karmic backlash upon the demon clan, weakening their fortune and triggering a cataclysmic calamity.

“By a stroke of luck, I barely grasped the second-level secret manual,” Qin Hao said excitedly, his joy like that of an eight-year-old child.

He even tried riding the Corrupted Warhorse. As the introduction warned, riding it bareback was truly uncomfortable.

Shangguan Xingyun smiled gently at Yu Ziqing. Though her eyes held complex emotions, a smile masked them. Even after thousands of years, she remained straightforward and blunt.

“Everyone, get a good rest. We’ll depart at ten tomorrow morning,” the director said with a smile as he addressed the group.

After a night of pleasure, An Ruo, now well-fed, was far more cooperative when coordinating with northern frontier officials the next day.

Liu Neng, seeing no one around, went to other villagers, finding the workers he had stopped yesterday and apologized to each in turn.

The department head looked at Qiao Yiyi in surprise upon hearing this—he hadn’t expected her to report the matter to the police.

About twenty minutes later, Yingtao turned around and scampered to Ye Tan’s feet, letting out two soft whimpers.

Fans were still chatting on the public screen. Since Deng Xiaoxiao had received the goods, it was time to start her review.

With this, the reputation of the Seven Treasures Taoist Temple grew even louder. The temple’s resurgence became a remarkable event, spreading far and wide for many years to come. Of course, that was a story for another time.

Ji Fei glanced down at Zhang Yan, suddenly recalling this seemed to be the same hospital where Chen Zi’ang worked.

Ye Tan could only offer a few words of comfort, promising things would get better someday; beyond that, she didn’t know what else to say.

“For a moment just now, I truly thought that was the last glorious moment of my life!” Zhao Mufeng said with a bitter smile.

Su Qingqing didn’t immediately respond to Li Haoran. Instead, she brushed her hand across her face, then held her tear-stained hand up to her eyes, examining it carefully.

They shared a common trait: coming from humble beginnings yet possessing remarkable strength. None of the so-called famous generals had joined Cao Cao’s ranks.

“Come tomorrow. Join this group to listen and learn,” Professor Qian decided after a brief moment of thought.

The tangled, lengthy syllables echoed again in his mind. The decayed corpse before him froze in place as white light particles drifted off it. He recognized these as corpse maggots. Once the insects left the body, it collapsed to the ground, incapable of any movement.

A sharp clang of a sword rang out. The desolation rose from the ground, returning to Zhao Mufeng’s hand. He opened his eyes once more, orange light shining forth, and in the next instant, his figure vanished.