Chapter Sixty-Four: Comprehensive Competition (Part Four)

The people in the black faction drew their weapons, facing outward, their faces alight with passionate determination.

“Sob sob, Senior, I’m sorry, but I swear I won’t hold back.”

“I must become the first to fall under the hands of our seniors.”

“Charge!”

The wild grass surged skyward, weaving into a green barrier; those at the front were tossed out by the grass’s momentum.

The examiner’s crisp sound of point deductions echoed in the air.

The officials in court remained silent, each following behind Grand Tutor Zhao as he left. Some, unwilling to get involved, returned to their own mansions, while others seized the opportunity to accompany Grand Tutor Zhao into the palace, to file their complaints against the Crown Prince before the Emperor.

Miaoshou Huiqiu’s eyes brightened—such accuracy! She had thought Yang Cheng would need several arrows, yet he succeeded in one.

The voice carried a hint of flattery. The captain covered his mouth with a damp cloth, coughing as he entered. With a sweeping glance, he saw remnants on the ground that had not yet been fully burned.

Prince Duan nodded, “Alright, I understand. If Fang’er divorces, I’ll do my best to find her a good family, one that truly cherishes her.” One who truly cares for her would not reject Yun’er.

Yet, he hadn’t anticipated that in the royal mansion of the capital, his mother would once again be pulling him back.

“How ridiculous!” Pei Ziyun’s body flashed, armor appeared, and he rushed forward. A sharp “crack” rang out as sparks flew in the air—threads of black steel intercepted mid-flight, snapping one by one as they scraped against the armor.

He Ying glanced at him, striding inside. As she entered, the door creaked shut behind her. She paused, seeing that neither of the others followed, her steps faltering.

Slowly, she bent down. As she did, a cold, sinister aura unfurled, sticky and strange, creeping toward He Ying.

Because lately, Shunjiang has held the advantage, making Meteor Shower suffer losses every day. Shunjiang’s members grew increasingly disdainful of Meteor Shower, boasting shamelessly before their friends, convinced of their own superiority.

“No,” Rong Zhen protested firmly, but Rong Lin ignored her, forcibly pulling away her blanket. Then, with gentle motions, he applied medicine. At first, Rong Zhen felt embarrassed, but as the medicine soothed her wounds, coolness spread across her body, and she gradually relaxed, eventually drifting to sleep.

“Does this mean that as long as seven days pass, he can be resurrected?” Wang Shiyu not only showed no fear, but her eyes sparkled anew, full of hope.

He was so close to her that he could smell the faint scent of orchids on her skin, a few stray strands of hair falling beside her ear.

Exquisite Steps—slide away! Prince Orson barely evaded the palm strike, but as Dora Qiwen withdrew her hand, the wind from her fingers twisted and flicked out.

“What’s wrong with this child?” Elias smiled at me. “When did he become so proper? It’s the first time I’ve heard someone call their father ‘Lord of the Underworld.’” My mind buzzed; if it were possible, I would have fainted straight away for the second time.

The wind in the northern desert was biting cold—a world devoid of life, silent as death. As she rode along Black Robe Road, Feng Qian Ge sensed unease, her delicate brows furrowing as she reined in her horse and looked around.

But Wu Yong was straightforward, using overwhelming force to smash the array directly into the ground.

Back then, she liked it too, and delighted in buying snacks. Ye Lingxuan would always chide her, frowning as he watched her finish, then reluctantly helping to wipe her mouth.

Nestled in the crook of his arm at midnight, her eyes hadn’t yet opened, but she could already smell his familiar scent. She shifted her head, burying her face deeper into his chest. After a contented sigh, she reached out to embrace all his warmth.