Volume 1, Chapter 37: The Filially Blind Workhorse Eldest Brother in an Ancient Imperial Examination Tale 17

The sky gradually darkened.

Street vendors packed up their wares, preparing to head home. Throughout the streets and alleys of Yuxi County, the calls of parents summoning their children for dinner echoed through the air.

Yu Jiaojiao and her group of seven or eight companions had all experienced the full range of services offered within the club.

Ji Yu could not kill the innocent without cause; moreover, his initial conversation with the young monk was not laced with animosity, but rather carried an underlying tone of guidance and mentorship.

Yuan Chu, naturally, did not continue his expansion. After annexing the territory of Gongsun of the White Horse, he had much to attend to. Above all, he had to remain on high alert, guarding against the rising influence of Ji Yu.

In the afternoon, guests arrived at the Two-Sleeve Villa—an elderly man representing the Prince Xuan Mansion.

"You heard her yourselves; she asked for it, so I have not broken my word," the Demon King Mad Python said to the assembled demons.

Seeing the expressions on the three men, the youth understood that this aloof figure who had walked out of the yellow sands was none other than the "Mad Blade" of Great Wei, Ximen Huan.

Upon hearing Zheng Ming recount his experiences over the years, Bai Tu let out a long, drawn-out sigh, her expression pensive. She stirred the golden liquid in her glass, watching the ripples spread outward as she fell into a trance.

Cang Hai reached out and patted the donkey on its rump. The beast obediently retreated behind its feeding trough and lowered its head to graze.

He was planning to travel to a rather volatile place for business soon and needed to hire a reliable bodyguard.

It was that very scent of decay. Old Di suddenly realized where the source lay! Recalling the strange smile Saye had worn before leaving, a vague sense of unease crept into his heart. That expression had been one of certain victory—could it be that this fellow had already found what he was looking for?

Indeed, when the quintessence of evil meets the quintessence of good, there is always a sense of incompatibility. Tsk, tsk! I, for one, hope that in the end, good triumphs over evil—or better yet, that I might personally convert him myself.

At that time, she was eighteen, and both her parents and her eldest brother were gone. On the frontier, she commanded seventy thousand of the Mu Family Army, victorious in every battle. But upon entering the capital, she was like a bird with clipped wings thrown into a cage; every move she made felt completely at odds with the splendor of the Imperial City.

Madam Ruan had been married to Lu Lanting for many years and knew that her husband was displeased. Lowering her head, she fell silent.

Yue Jingxuan was stunned, looking down at the tiger lantern in his hand. The lantern swayed, its whiskers trembling slightly.

He had realized that Gong Zhi, the agent, was highly professional and would never agree to a private dinner between the two of them. By initiating the request himself, he made the subsequent invitation from the editor-in-chief much easier to accept.

The unfortunate servant even claimed that he had seen the youth walk into the Jiang State's Martial Hall in Huai City alongside a stout, wealthy-looking young master.

Kashyapa led the camel into the ripple in space. Then, the ripples expanded, twisted, and vanished without a trace.

Ying Fei held no prejudice against the common people of the Zhou Dynasty, but he harbored a latent hostility toward the vassal kings who clung to the Ji royal family.

True Man Nanzhu was suddenly struck with terror, but even as he shoved her away, the claw-like tip of her wing had already pierced through his chest.

The next moment, to the astonishment of Zhao Yan and the others, a kind-faced old man in black robes, accompanied by two young guards, walked slowly into the room.

"Your Highness, I have a few words I would like to speak with you alone." Closing my eyes, I forced myself to control my emotions.

Watching Shen Ye in the sky, his white hair flying as if a demon god had descended upon the world, a sliver of fear quietly crept into the hearts of Zhao Jin and the others.

On the sea not far from Marineford, the supernova pirates, having clearly witnessed the transition between the old and new eras, were each lost in their own thoughts.