Volume 1, Chapter 31: Only Regarding the Fourth Prince as a Brother

Wanshuang listened to the voices around her, unable to endure them for even a moment. She was even more astonished by her mistress’s newfound restraint; she had been longing to teach these people a lesson. In the past, if her mistress heard anything unfavorable to her, she would have lashed out immediately. If she couldn't win the fight, she would have returned later with the Heir or the Second Young Master to seek revenge. What had come over her today? Wanshuang wasn’t sure when her mistress had changed, but she vaguely felt that ever since the caning at the birthday banquet, her mistress had not been the same. The streets were becoming increasingly deserted as everyone headed toward Daming Lake to wait for the fireworks display. Qin Wan calculated the time; it was past the first quarter of the You hour, and they should have already...

Jiang Yun was struck by the phantom images of the nine true dragons and, despite frantically driving his true essence, found himself unable to move. The Heavenly Demon primordial spirit within his brow was similarly suppressed by the mysterious power of the formation, unable to leave his body. All new noble titles or adjustments to peerages in the kingdom were sent out across the realm in the form of royal decrees, both to inform the nation and to gauge the level of resistance such appointments might provoke. He felt a surge of panic, his speech becoming stuttered as his familiar accent slipped out. His impression of Feng Yexin had actually soured from a good one from the very beginning; claiming they were on good terms was purely out of fear, and it weighed somewhat heavily on his conscience. Although the generals in the tent had been clamoring noisily just moments ago, Huang Taiji saw clearly that, aside from the young Dorgon, the other banner-holding beylins with real power—like Daišan and Manggūltai—were clearly just going through the motions.

Zhang Wu spent the whole journey speculating. The phrase "pushing the pillow" had a specific meaning; in common parlance, it meant "sleeping together no more." They all looked indignant, even somewhat fierce in appearance but cowardly at heart. Yet, with the guild master having lost his magic and fallen into a coma, the volatile atmosphere was laced with a hint of dread. Zhao Feichen was extremely unhappy right now—not just because of Sun Wei’s detestable hypocritical facade, nor because of Mu Mingxin’s disdainful expression, but even more so because Xia Yun’s demands were truly excessive. Was he really forced to rely on the Scripture of Salvation just to endure a beating?

Five minutes later, Marshal Robert arrived at the command center. Everyone there stood at attention. On the communication crystal display in the center of the room was an image of the throne in the Grand Palace, where two heavily armored soldiers stood solemnly on either side of the seat, framed by the massive griffin banner behind them.

In that instant, Zhang Wu felt as if death were looming over him. His scalp tingled, a chill ran down his spine, and goosebumps broke out all over his body. He instinctively pulled his head back, but it was too late; Number 332’s counterattack was completely unexpected. As for Lao Yi, Yu Weili had not paid much attention to him initially. According to information from Lao Yi’s home province athletics team, his running style was quite strange and he often injured himself during sprint training, so Yu Weili was merely a bit curious. Judging by the current rules, the number of colors on the Rainbow Bridge seemed to increase as Yun Qianfeng discovered one hidden prize after another.

Although she didn’t care about anyone’s gaze, she couldn’t simply pretend not to notice them either, with so many eyes fixed upon her. The stone pillars were arranged in a circle; one could start counting from any pillar, and any one of them could be the third. He Changyu suddenly felt a wave of hunger. The breakthrough to the Crystallization Realm required too much energy, and the energy in this [Genetic Enhancement Serum] was insufficient. The other wild wolves did not pause at the sight, continuing their charge toward Yi Chuan, with a few attempting to seize the chance to finish off the unlucky one. He Changyu stayed in the space pirate lair for another day to continue sorting through the spoils and interrogating the captured pirates. He Dongfan snapped back to reality, quickly adjusting the sleeves he had rolled up to his arms and tugging at his hem to neaten his attire. As soon as Jin Beibei finished speaking, the old man from outside burst in; seeing her nervous expression, he furrowed his brows in confusion.

If one were to speak of surprises, as the young master of the Li family—one of the three great families—Li Churan’s appearance here was only natural. In this era, there was a ranking system for ancient martial arts experts, from the first to the twelfth grade; Bai Shuihan was merely a fourth-grade ancient martial arts grandmaster. The person behind this operation likely knew the dean, as Dr. Bai had been placed in the hospital by the dean’s arrangement. At the very least, he had succeeded in the year he came of age to place himself under Suo Yiren’s watchful eyes through the college entrance examination.

One must know that the Ogre’s Bow was a sacred relic of the Ogre clan. Andrew had stolen it while the clan elders were away, and it was by relying on this bow that he single-handedly founded the Razor Bandit Group. Now, most of Gu Chuanjiu’s sturdy back was exposed to the air, and the atmosphere in the room felt exceptionally strange. "Ninth Elder, we are not like that good-for-nothing. That Gu family waste can neither carry on his shoulders nor lift with his hands; he just waits for death. Now that he’s gone, it’s said the old master of the Gu family has fallen ill from grief, and Gu Lingtian of the second branch has even come out of seclusion to act as the head of the family," a disciple said with a look of disdain.

Chen Jiang pretended not to notice the place and continued walking toward the four of them, observing their surroundings simultaneously, worried they might be in danger. That afternoon, as Robert was drinking, the tavern door was pushed open and a man like a mountain of flesh walked in—it was the fat guy from his dormitory. "If your mock exam results are good enough, you won't necessarily have to take the art exam," Yun Zhaozhao replied with great seriousness. Tomorrow, their school would likely be besieged by parents asking about this matter, and many parents might begin to question the caliber of the school’s teachers.