Volume 1, Chapter 45: The Grand Competition of Seven Poems and Essays

At this moment, the Prince of Jingnan was beaming with radiance. Seeing that the performances were coming to an end, he stood up and laughed heartily, "I am deeply grateful to all of you for gracing us with your presence today! Originally, our annual poetry convention was intended solely for the talented scholars and beauties of Bianjing, but your boundless enthusiasm has caused it to grow larger and larger year by year. Now, you all even begin celebrating the Prime Festival right here in my manor."

Master Yu walked toward the entrance, his pace growing slower and slower, perhaps hoping to hear the polite parting words such as "Walk slowly, we won't see you out, do come again next time." At that moment, however, Minister Le had already started a conversation with Prefect Le.

Perhaps his prayer had worked, for the foremost five-toothed flagship suddenly erupted in a billow of smoke, with all sorts of splintered debris fluttering endlessly through the air.

"Wang Renfa, what do you mean by that?" The surrounding guards were displeased, pointing at the member of the Wang family and demanding sternly.

Seeing that Xiao Xiuying was fast asleep, Nanny Liu called Xingqing and Chudu to keep watch over her, while she herself headed in the direction of Nanny Zheng.

His height of one hundred and ninety centimeters, his robust physique, and a face whose stunning beauty remained undeniable even when as cold as frost, instantly reduced the three young men to silence. Although they had harbored feelings of jealousy upon hearing about Doctor Su beforehand, now that they saw him in person, they could only blush furiously.

"It didn't go through! You're a member of the Mu Si family, are you even capable of anything?" Seeing that his scheme had succeeded, Yan Yu was beside himself with joy.

Having accompanied Su Shi for five years, Zhang Qingkai had gradually won the approval of both the Su and Chen families a year ago, awakened his own superpower, and subsequently forged a contract with Su Shi.

Bai Yize frowned, continuously gathering his internal energy, only to find that his body felt utterly hollow and devoid of even the slightest strength.

Watching her offer this explanation and hearing the distress in her tone, Su Qiao could not resist cupping the back of her head and pressing a deep kiss to her lips. *Hmph, seducing him like this—he wouldn't be doing himself justice if he didn't kiss her.*

Because this required an exceptionally formidable degree of mental concentration, although he was a superior-grade king-rank artifact refiner, even when forging an inferior-grade king-rank weapon, he would never dare to refine it in such a manner.

"What do you need this iron mother for?" Seeing that the two of them remained unmoved by his proposal, Fang Li changed his approach and began to guide them persuasively.

People cast sidelong glances, surprised to find that, upon a closer look, the majority of them did not even recognize the man in plain clothes.

"I made it myself. Doesn't it look a lot like Master? Whenever I think of Master, I take it out and look at it, and then all my longing becomes anchored in this figurine." The adorable creature smiled, revealing two dimples.

In the blink of an eye, Ma Fucai and the Japanese major, Hiromichi Takagi, successfully completed their intelligence exchange. Ma Fucai then brandished his blade once more to engage the Japanese soldiers in combat.

The crowd found it all the more baffling. Although they were all cultivators, none of them had ever witnessed anyone move with such ghostly unpredictability. Just who was he, and how could his footwork be so nimble and versatile?

If the lie detector test ultimately failed, allowing Shangguan Zhe to deny the charges and return safely to his estate, then Yanyu's divine pet plan would lose all its meaning.

Lin Chuanyan could hear from the tone of Lin Feng's voice over the phone that he was in a terrible mood. This matter was tied to him as well; had he not explicitly designated Lin Feng to invest over there, such an incident would never have occurred.

Before she knew it, she was only a single person's distance away from Fang Li. This proximity was extremely dangerous to her; if Fang Li harbored any malicious intent, he could simply reach out his hands and seize her.

The vast wave of attacking energy surged toward the ghostly specters in the air, pursuing them relentlessly and locking into a fierce, tangled battle. The ghostly specters were unwilling to be defeated, for defeat meant utter annihilation of body and soul with no hope of redemption. Therefore, they mustered their remaining strength, dodging and striking with ethereal and ferocious speed.

After the figures of Yinling and Tong Guan gradually vanished from the sight of the crowd, Leng Xiao commanded his disciples to swarm forward. The two factions clashed instantly, and within moments, countless casualties littered the ground. For the first time in thousands of years, the battlefields of Tiandang Mountain were blanketed with corpses and drenched in rivers of blood under the baptism of war.