Volume 1, Chapter 24: In Learning, There Is No Seniority; The Accomplished Are the Masters

Chen Fan passing the one-star and two-star examinations in one go was already enough to shock the people at the Hall of Famous Physicians. But when this perfect score was announced, they were absolutely terrified. Among the physicians present, only Sun Ming was a two-star physician; the rest were all one-star. Many of them had attempted the two-star examination themselves, only to fail. It was only by trying that one truly understood how difficult this promotion was. Even Sun Ming had only scored sixty-one points on his original exam, barely passing the two-star requirement by a hair’s breadth. Yet now, not only had Chen Fan finished the exam in under three minutes, but his score was perfect. And what is perfection if not one hundred points?

Wang Jing’s lips curled into a smile. While this was not the happiness she had envisioned in her original blueprint, she was indeed content and happy now. Wang Tian was very clear that his goal was to promote Confucianism; this condition was non-negotiable, though everything else was open to discussion. Xin Ji nodded, saying nothing, and continued to crouch down to pick chives; his fingers were clumsy, showing none of the ferocity he displayed in a fight. Still dazed, she saw Chu Mochen looking at her. "Are we not there yet?" Zhuang Xiaoyan asked.

Later, some people on the internet meticulously analyzed the First Lady’s usual attire and eventually discovered that these outfits shared similarities with several products from a clothing brand called "Special."

"Indeed, thousands of years have passed. Why is it that I cannot even get a single glimpse?" Fuxi looked deeply at Yue Qianlong; he had not expected that he would ever see someone from the Primordial Era again in this lifetime.

Some might be sixteen, others seventeen, but there shouldn't be much difference—that is what I mean.

"Are we going to investigate Huanyu Biotech?" Finally, someone asked this chilling question. Jiang Ya swept his gaze across the room and saw a flicker of hesitation on the face of Deputy Captain Liu.

After eating the first peach, a thick surge of spiritual energy welled up within Ban Yanyu. In an instant, her energy pulsed, and with a soft bang, she felt her aura strengthen, reaching its absolute peak in a heartbeat.

"I’m afraid I won't be able to stop myself from killing them," Long Yunfeng replied. Killing Hayu was one thing, but Jesus was another matter, and the seven archangels were even harder to handle.

"We can go out now," Long Yunfeng said to Chang'e with a smile. Seeing her staring at him in astonishment, his heart skipped a beat, and he realized he had seemingly used spatial laws.

All soldiers, whether in the past, present, or future, whether they had passed away or were still holding their ground on the battlefield, harbored deep within their hearts—even at the moment of death—a noble and pure dream, however sorrowful it might be.

A chilling stench of death drifted through the air. A newly buried grave had been quietly unearthed, revealing a bright red coffin inside. The occupant of the coffin was nowhere to be found.

He counted to three in his heart, only to be astonished to find that his five companions had not rushed out. According to the original plan, they should have launched a sneak attack from behind with stun guns by now.

Following his disciple's instructions, Wu Yan flew his sword out of the city. After pursuing for a while without seeing the marauding cultivator described, and circling around for a bit longer with no further discoveries, he prepared to head back.

The Mongol soldiers were completely bewildered. The few remaining ones were killed by the martial artist, and those who tried to run were hunted down by the warrior’s longbow.

A cold voice echoed across the Square of Destiny. William frowned, realizing the sound was coming from his own statue. Listening closely, he realized it was identical to his own voice.

Even master-level opera actors often specialize in only one, or perhaps a few, sub-genres within their field.

Guan Xiaoxiao gritted her teeth and said, "Brother Lu, would you be able to go with me to see my grandfather?" It seemed to take a great deal of courage.

Thus, it simply stopped relying on the positioning of the swarm, knowing that the infant who had inherited Gu Youran’s lineage—and had even mutated to develop new abilities—was not someone to be trifled with.

Or could it be that this, like the logging yesterday, was caused by something else... Could it be that "it" wanted to catch fish this time as well, but was suddenly called away, leaving me to reap the benefits?

However, the rift between Lu Tianming and the monk Du Ming remained. It wasn't just because they had fought today; more importantly, Lu Tianming held his most precious "Nachuan Gourd," and he had no intention of returning it.

"Captain Naruto, don't say that about me. I know I'm actually quite useless," Hinamori said, bowing her head.

Jingxiu’s moist eyes grew unfocused. She wiped them slowly with her sleeve, then stared fixedly at her brother’s retreating back. She lifted her stiff feet with effort, intending to follow him.

When Lu Wantian mentioned this imitation of a Heaven-reaching Spirit Treasure, his eyes flickered intentionally or otherwise toward Sun Fengzhao, who was following behind his wife, Dong Xueqing, and avoiding his stern gaze.

Tie Xiang interrupted, "I am a man who does things in the open. Saying it early is more honest than letting you be surprised later. Once we reach the city, we’ll have to see what the situation is like. If it’s crawling with blood-sucking puppets, I must go home to save my parents first!" His words were firm, leaving no room for negotiation.

At this moment, Sun Fengzhao dared not relax, continuing to add other auxiliary ingredients to aid in forming the elixir. A strong, rich aroma began to drift out once more.

"I wonder what joke the Empress told to make the Emperor so merry," Wang Zhaoyuan said, his eyes filled with suspicion, though his expression remained fawning and clever.

"Then let me show you if this level is enough!" Leng Jianfeng shook his silver sword, and a thousand silver blades manifested, accompanied by a storm, instantly descending upon Zhang Fan’s head.

Yin Qingli pulled a hairpin from her head, pushed aside Aunt Lin and the others trying to stop her, and charged toward Yin Qingjun with the hairpin raised. Xiao Zhi, however, was quite different; having lost his mother but kept his life, he had endured a lifetime of pain. It was only because he had been cared for by the Grand Princess in his youth that he had survived until now despite the Emperor’s disdain.