Volume 1, Chapter 66: Staging a Breathtaking Entrance

"Lord Li, even if this poem was written by your master, is there really any need to execute the three clans?" said Zhang Fu.

Grand Academician Li retorted, "Zhang Fu, are you openly defying His Majesty's authority?"

Generally speaking, the hereditary privilege for the sons of a first-rank official qualified them for a fifth-rank post, that of a second-rank official for a sixth-rank post, that of a third-rank official for a seventh-rank post, and that of a fourth-rank official for an eighth-rank post. As for the sequence of hereditary succession:

Within passivity, there lies activity—that is passive activity. When passive activity takes the upper hand, its outward manifestation is active. Within activity, there also lies passivity—that is active passivity. When the passive component takes the upper hand, it transforms into passivity.

Envoys from various factions received invitations from the Dragon Gang at the same time, informing them that Matt had emerged from seclusion.

"Isn't Fifth Brother's conjecture a bit too exaggerated... I mean, Zhou Xiao couldn't possibly..." Qiao Mingyuan stammered incoherently.

At the cost of sacrificing his own reputation, Duan Lang successfully thwarted the first wave of strategic strikes launched against him by Ma Lanhua.

To reach the city of Barip, one had to traverse nearly half of the Chidon Empire. Matt and his companions were preparing to accept an escort mission heading there, because the route was heavily frequented by merchants, and with bandits running rampant along the way, those merchants often needed to hire mercenaries to assist their personal guards.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, given the gravity of the matter, this subordinate dared not make a unilateral decision. However, out of concern for the imperial family's dignity, I have already silenced all those who witnessed this object at the time!" Feng Jue replied briskly.

In less than two months, Matt achieved simultaneous breakthroughs in both his Primordial Chaos Force and spiritual power, filling him with boundless joy and greatly boosting his confidence.

Having spent many years in the Celestial Palace, he had never laid eyes on this place before. Why would his third brother, Xiao Yu, make such a remark?

A crowd had gathered densely around the entrance, staring wide-eyed at the notice and chattering among themselves. In truth, occurrences of this sort were rather rare, as most people strictly adhered to industry regulations.

Observing the gnats and flies falling onto his web, the loose immortal was moved to contemplation and said, "You have guarded my peace throughout the night, and since fate has brought us together, I shall bestow an opportunity upon you!" With that, the immortal breathed a wisp of celestial energy toward the spider. Enlightened by this grace, the spider was transformed from that moment into a spirit beast.

Old man Tang smiled and nodded. At this moment, he was wearing the uniform he had worn back when he was a pilot in the United States. Full of youthful vigor at the time, his build back then was remarkably similar to his current emaciated self. Slipping into this attire brought back memories of his youth.

On many occasions, they smiled in front of the camera, while those watching from the sidelines felt like weeping. The tear ducts would always act up on their own accord, stubbornly throwing tantrums of their own.

"Nothing special!" muttered the grey-robed youth as he charged forward once again to continue the slaughter. Miraculously, his two severed palms were slowly growing back—whether through some secret technique or some other bizarre phenomenon was impossible to tell.

It had to be grandfather—that iron-fisted, merciless old man! Only he would have the heart to discard and clear away the cherished belongings of his deceased son and daughter-in-law one by one, from everyday necessities to treasured heirlooms.

Pirates possessed brains as well. Though ferocious, it did not mean they held no regard for their own lives or that they were foolish enough to throw away their lives in a head-on collision with a heavily fortified defense force.

On the afternoon of the twenty-seventh day of the eleventh lunar month, rumors regarding Kang Longji's failing health spread like wildfire.

They did not belong to the same clan and hailed from different Taoist traditions. While they competed with one another and shared a degree of friendship, the vast majority of them were rivals.

"Joyful Union," Qin Zheng still could not resist pulling out one of the scrolls, and as he unrolled it to the very end, he softly read the signature in the bottom right corner.