Chapter 33: The Case Arrives

"Thank you, Miaomiao." Su Yanchu felt a wave of gratitude as he looked at the lunchbox on the bed.
"I'll bring you the meal tickets later."
In this era, grain was strictly rationed, and Su Yanchu would never feel comfortable eating someone else's food for free.
"Don't be so formal!" Xu Miaomiao came from a well-off family and didn't mind a little bit of food.
"I've also fetched some boiling water for you!"
"Thank you so much." For the first time in this era, Su Yanchu had found a friend.
"Admiral? You will surely be a brilliant strategist and general!" Richelieu stood tall and said with conviction.
Lin Xiu was caught completely off guard. Suddenly struck by a barrage of scales that hit like hidden weapons, his entire body was jolted by an immense force, sending him flying backward until he slammed into the stone pillar behind him.
Chen Yuanyuan had already noticed Yang Tian’s furtive gaze, but hearing him swallow hard left her stunned; she looked up at Yang Tian with a suspicious expression.
Hearing this, Zhang Xuyang and the "Monkey" were driven to the brink of madness. Before they could even change positions, the stall door was kicked open with a loud bang.
However, in reality, it was much the same. The ship-girl belonging to Chang Feifang slowly stopped her charge, began to turn around, and started fighting her own side, before launching an assault on Chang Feifang himself.
Bai Weiwei’s heart was pounding. Just a moment ago, she had been shocked by Yang Tian’s marksmanship, but now she was captivated—or, more accurately, conquered—by the charm of his temperament.
Liu Shu'e started shouting, her face full of hostility. When Yang Tian heard this, he was dumbfounded. How could his mother say such a thing?! To think she would jump to that conclusion; how truly scandalous.
Recently, he had finally sensed the feeling of an impending breakthrough, transitioning from the Rule Distraction Stage to the level of a Great Power.
Nie Wushuang took leave from Oxford University and returned home. She rummaged through every box and cabinet, pulling out all her clothes. After much deliberation, she chose a white dress, threw on a white cashmere coat, and headed out.
Quanzhou had been under siege for many days. The two Qing princes had lost fewer than 2,000 men, while the Ming defenders in the city had suffered nearly 50 percent casualties. Holding out for another ten days or half a month would be difficult, yet there were still 17,000 Qing troops outside the city walls.
Thirty seconds later, Lu Chi took the lead, and a dozen pioneer soldiers followed him into the pitch-black basement.
How many territories are there in this world? How many territory lords? Who appoints them, and how does one obtain a lord's official warrant?
"So, you knew all along that this was an illusion?" Hua Yin stood before Shao Liyun, looking at him with displeasure.
"For students who don't know how to apply basic knowledge, we can provide them with a test paper when we tutor them, covering every knowledge point with one or two questions, and then let them solve them."
Seeing Mother Peng's demeanor, Su Tang knew at once that the two of them had clearly conspired to set her up.
Wang Dongchuan lived up to the high expectations of the old Speaker. Since he took over the Speaker's duties, he had handled all affairs in an orderly manner, earning repeated praise from the upper echelons.
If not for the Taixuan Zhou-Tian Sword Formation and that Golden Palace Heaven-Severing Talisman that Sect Master Li produced in advance for the second grand competition, you all know full well how many of our Canglan Territory disciples would have returned—if any.
In the past, no matter how she and Lu Wanwan stood, even if she pretended not to care and spoke with icy sarcasm, she would always feel a sense of loss and sorrow deep down.
The guard standing beside Su Tang watched the scene unfold. To him, the attack from Cui Dalang, who possessed no martial arts skills, looked like slow motion.
Luo Tian, who had always been confident and demanding of himself, felt such hatred for himself and for the Phantom Butterfly. Reflecting on Elder Fan's words from earlier today, he knew it was the harsh reality—every word had been true.
The God of Creation was the exact opposite, using softness to overcome hardness. Jun Zhu could sense that what should have been a world-shattering strike was gently deflected and dispersed to the sides the moment it reached the God of Creation.