Chapter 45: Scholar Zhou

Chen Mu nodded and entered through the main gate with his attendants, making his way to the guest room to wait.

The man he was to meet today, Mr. Zhou, was a renowned scholar of the Great Xia. Now in his fifties, he had devoted his life to teaching countless disciples, many of whom had become officials at court.

Yet when Chen Xingtian invited him to serve in office, he politely refused.

For in Mr. Zhou’s eyes, educating students was a nobler pursuit than holding official rank, and ultimately more beneficial to Great Xia.

Today...

Lan’er, who had been silent all this while, saw the once imposing Yi’er soften her stance and, shocked, quickly knelt down as well. Though she said nothing, her trembling form betrayed her deep unease.

He was unafraid of falling out with Kyle; since Kyle had set his sights on L’Oreal International, that made him an enemy—and one should never show kindness to an enemy.

Of course, to shoot a Martial Artist of the Transforming Strength level with a gun was no easy feat, and even the best sharpshooters might not succeed. But once one’s strength reached a certain level, their reaction to danger far surpassed that of ordinary people.

Qing Shuang smiled faintly, quickly inviting Zeng Shaocong to take a seat. Only then did she recount in detail all that had transpired after the fire that day. The two of them sighed repeatedly at the twists of fate.

At home, the family had managed to scrape together over thirty thousand yuan for Chi Changshun’s medical expenses. The hospital, recognizing his hardship, decided to donate one hundred and twenty thousand yuan to complete his surgery. On the morning of the 13th, Deputy Director Wang Hui from 181 Hospital personally handed the donation to Chi Changshun.

“No, simply super evolution alone wouldn’t result in such an exaggerated increase in strength,” Dawu declared with certainty.

Under his attacks, the black man was forced to retreat again and again, until finally, with a sudden charge, Chen Hu pierced his abdomen with his silver spear and pinned him to the wall.

When Emperor Zhao, Liu Fuling, heard Huo Guang’s memorial, he could hardly remain indifferent. Even in his youth, he understood that one must never show mercy to traitors; rather, one must strike them down with thunderous force and eradicate them completely. Otherwise, it would be himself who suffered a disastrous end.

As a crisp and pleasant sound of golden bells rang out, everyone remained unharmed—everyone except Cui Huai, who seemed to have been struck by lightning and stood paralyzed, his entire body shaking uncontrollably.

A cultivator passing overhead paused in midair, curious to see how this drama would unfold. To him, it was nothing but a trivial farce on a long journey.

“Damn it, missed,” Da Fei muttered, staring dejectedly as the drone flew off into the distance, cursing under his breath.

In truth, he wanted to warn me not to let the feud between the Mu and Rong families involve the Demon Palace.

“Even if he’s only at the third level, he shouldn’t have much trouble dealing with a major general,” Lin Bao remarked coolly from the side.

A shadowy figure was repeatedly throwing punches with all his might, then broke into a run, yet no matter how hard he ran, it was as if he were running in place.

“Then we’ll take our leave,” Cheng Liying said her goodbyes to everyone, and led Li Anrui outside. The two of them turned into a nearby courtyard to check on the child.

All around, a blood-red mist began to seep from the walls. The mist slowly gathered in the center of the cave, and the Bloodfire Worm awoke, coiling its upper body like a cobra and facing the spot where the mist converged.

But since it wasn’t truly his own, there were still constraints. Thus, Yang Ming felt he had to expedite both Ba’s expansion of influence and the establishment of the pharmaceutical factory.

Yet in the next instant, across the vast sea of stars, all the cosmic dust reassembled, gathering together to form countless perfect stars.

Unable to refuse Zhang Zhen, Cai Gong had no choice but to summon a servant and instruct him to fetch Cui Yu from Cui Jing’s residence.

“Victor, uh…” Seeing the mess in his own home, Old John scratched the few remaining hairs on the back of his head, smiling sheepishly.

Stepping through the main entrance, one would find the corridor named Lanxue Gallery winding in nine twists and eighteen turns. Peach trees, bamboo, wisteria, and other flowers and trees that could never survive in the yellow earth of Xiliang, were planted throughout the estate, all chosen to mimic the lush groves and winding ponds of Jiangdong.