Volume One, Chapter 37: The Eight-Year-Old Scholar’s Verbal Duel with the Pedant—The Whole Hall Astounded: A True Prodigy!

“It’s nothing more than an investment—if we win, everyone rejoices; if we lose, we simply start over.” The words rang out by his ear, calm and detached.

With a furious roar, the dazzling white tiger unleashed a wild aura that swept outward, its powerful force making the surrounding trees tremble and sway.

At first, Mo Er thought that if this truly were the prince’s doing, His Highness would undoubtedly be pleased. Yet now, seeing the prince’s reaction, it seemed he was anything but happy.

This was his first time examining the weapon, and in that instant, the brilliance nearly blinded his titanium-plated eyes.

Of course, he said nothing of his master’s and senior brother’s ashes being buried beneath the tree, for fear of startling Meng Zuo, nor did he mention any specifics, as that would have been a waste of time.

Gu Yeheng’s heart skipped a beat; the way Mu Fengxi acted now was truly audacious.

Hu Yanjie did not need to look up to know that the Prince of Ming had arrived. Over the years, the sound of his footsteps emerging from the secret passage had become engraved in her mind. Even though she was afraid, she mustered her courage, stepped forward, and respectfully saluted.

Sitting alone in a corner on the terrace of Yuhua Tower, drinking from a pot, Ruan Erlu happened to overhear Jiang Wei’s words downstairs. He leaned over for a look, sobered up instantly, and hurried to Nangong Min’s side to whisper something in his ear.

At this moment, the Spirit Blade Demon had absorbed the spiritual energy Gu Yeheng had channeled into the butterfly seal and was now moving downward from Mu Fengxi’s brow. Mu Fengxi heard a faint pop between her brows, as if a bubble there had just burst.

The equipment in Sun Xing’s ballroom was outdated, and under the pressure from my own ballroom, his venue hardly attracted any patrons on a daily basis.

As a member of the church, Anna could not possibly attend the company’s executive meetings. She was currently stationed at their hotel, serving as a fresh force who might prove invaluable at a critical moment.

Moving quickly, Fang Qingqing parked her bicycle to the side and went to the gatekeeper to explain her situation, asking to be let in.

As for Gouwa, he was truly bewildered. One moment he had been slaughtering enemies at the frontier, and in the next, he was inexplicably snatched away to the enemy’s stronghold.

Among those who remained, a few were still reckless and violent. After he disciplined them according to the lord’s decree and set them to hard labor for several days, they all became obedient.

In this world, now on the verge of extinction, there should not exist any anomalies whose aura resembled that of a fifth-level transcendent.

Wen Ran watched helplessly as an iron rod was raised high above her head and brought crashing down onto her knee.

I listened, my mind turning over the thought. When we divorced, he gave me a compensation of one billion.

“Wanying, I’m sorry to disturb you so late, but I’m feeling terribly upset and just wanted to talk to you.” Shen Yutong did her best to control her emotions.

Flicking away the ash from my cigarette, I decided to share my secret with this outsider: “My father was murdered when I was nine. I must find the culprit and avenge him.”

“You were exiled from Suzhou to serve in the military in Shandong? What crime did you commit?” Shi Changting continued to ask.

Time passed slowly. The sky darkened, black clouds pressed down upon the city, distant thunder rumbled from the horizon, and the entire Duke Xin’s manor was as silent as a hibernating beast.

Who wouldn’t want a beautiful courtesan by their side? Every man understood this. Whether Qin Fei truly had such intentions was another matter, but for her, following Qin Fei to the capital was necessary.

In the center of the street, Shi Hui instructed the three to set up a formation, placing the Ganjiang Sword at the center. She drew out the demonic and resentful energies that pervaded the city, guiding the three as they sealed them within the sword.

“Yes—” Yin Ti had only just replied when the emperor strode in from outside and kicked him in the back.

A mid-grade artifact of above-average quality, possessing three innate divine abilities—this price was the absolute limit.

When all the media reported on Yin Yi’s award, they slipped in their own personal bias, subtly encouraging people to explore the fascinating dialects within the Huaxia language system.

As a famed figure in the martial world, Lian Zheng’an rarely had the chance to act. After all, most people are afraid of death; few would dare come before Lian Zheng’an, courting their own doom. His temperament was cold and upright, not one to be called gentle. Even among the younger generation in the martial world, none dared request instruction from him.

In the first year of Longqing, Zhu Zaihou ascended the throne as the Ming Emperor Muzong. That same March, Emperor Muzong named Lady Li as Imperial Consort, her status second only to Empress Chen.

“Oh dear…” Yang Qian wasn’t sure whether to praise her own wit or commend Princess Jingyang for going along so smoothly. After some thought, she decided it was best to feign ignorance. After all, the princess was injured, and her own brother was known for his upright and honorable conduct—there should be nothing to worry about.

Yes, yes, yes, the young master is the “Doomed Young Master,” how could anyone see him in such a sorry state?

“I don’t want you to do something you dislike. Whether you can master it or not is a different matter, do you understand?” Yu Yanzhou spoke in a deep, steady voice.

Just as the man in the black robe was marveling at the lingering power of faith on the statue fragments, a bark suddenly sounded behind him, followed swiftly by the angry voice of a young man.

He had never expected that even in such a tense moment, Shen Mingyi would still remember him.

After swallowing the pill, Hu Fei exhaled a long breath, closed his eyes, and settled into deep contemplation.

Others like Zhang Menghu might not be able to guarantee it, but when it came to Zhenwei Martial Hall, he could swear on his honor without hesitation.

Well, what more could anyone say? The method was simple and rough, yet fair—no class would get the better or the worse of it, and no one was in a position to argue.