Dr. Guo

The core of the formation would never be far from the great array itself. Besides, that night Ji Ningzhao had clearly sensed the aura of the core. In fact, the incident in Luya Village had given her a new idea: who said the core must be placed somewhere visible? Moreover… Ji Ningzhao lowered her eyes, recalling what she had written in her notebook not long ago. The core must be in the water! But now was not the time to break the formation; first, the special unit in Su City had to deal with the remains.

Lu Xinyan closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead. The Empress Dowager had privately sent word to Xiao Yichen to fetch her some angelica root—the message was surely not mistaken. There was no change in the capital for the time being, which meant the Empress Dowager had kept the Emperor’s illness a secret. Xiliang showed its power through animals, and at their age, those with the title of Wolf Head were already rare masters. In the past, after the Flower Festival trials, the House of Ten Thousand Beasts would announce the Golden Hunt rankings and hold a celebratory banquet. But now, with the pressure from the Temple, all sects were scrambling to protect themselves, let alone talk of any rankings. This was by no means a simple personal vendetta; it concerned the lives of an entire city’s people and the very lifeblood of the Chu Kingdom.

Yet the young man seemed to feel no pain; expressionless, he wiped the blood from his lips, walked over to the now lifeless man, and, with a swift stroke of his sword, severed the head, wrapping it neatly in a cloth he had prepared, and left the place without a backward glance.

Subconsciously, Chi Shuyan wanted to offer a moment of silence for the man before her and give his shoulder a comforting pat, but her wrist was suddenly gripped by a large hand, which naturally intertwined her fingers, refusing to let go. Long Tianxing had said himself that he needed a personal maid; for now, that was her assigned role.

“Talented scholars abound in the court. I was not referring to myself,” the minister said coldly, fixing his gaze on Gu Jueqing. After her outburst, she realized everyone was staring at her; she remembered her impatience, but felt no embarrassment, instead letting out a couple of cheeky laughs.

The sun was fierce, sweat clouding her vision on her lashes. The tall man stood against the light, his features blurred; Shu Yun could not see his expression. Upon hearing this address, Xiang Yuanshan was taken aback—shouldn’t the child they bore call him grandfather? Yun Yanran, who had just been squatting beside Yun Tinghai with a concerned look, now gazed at Yun Xiao with undisguised pride.

Those few silver ingots were her mother’s parting gift for survival. She had placed the incense and the silver together in her account precisely to enter the game. As Xiang Nuan recounted the story, she could not help but sob, and seeing her like this, An Jincheng’s heart clenched; he pulled her into his arms.

Nie Shan, ignoring his own wounds, watched his cultivation slip away and shouted in desperation.

He waved his hand to signal no more words, and instead had the “left and right guardians” sitting below the lectern begin distributing the test papers.

Xiang Nuan was in a particularly foul mood now, so she dared not return to Xiang Yuanshan’s room, hiding away somewhere to nurse her sorrow alone until An Jincheng came back. But at this point in the conversation, she finally recalled the “absolute obedience” Lu Yuanxing had mentioned before departure, suppressed her curiosity, and said nothing more.

“From now on, those coming to seek marriage alliances with the Chen family or curry favor, just go straight to Chen Ye. My grandson is grown; his grandfather can no longer make decisions for him,” Chen Kuo said calmly to his son and grandson, who stood on either side, bracing for a lecture.

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Qin Feng’s eyes widened in disbelief at the three cards laid out before Ouyang Tiedan, shock written all over his face. Time slipped by; after another half day, Zhou Zhong suddenly opened his eyes, a smile curling at his lips. Zhou Zhong leapt high, eyes blazing with anger. His true energy was indeed depleted—he could no longer cast the Five Elements Spell.