Chapter 39: From Now On, It Has Nothing To Do With Her

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Jiang Nian stared wide-eyed at the two memorial tablets in Pei Yanshi’s arms, momentarily stunned. They actually dared to… They truly dared to do it!

There were more than twice as many Pei family elders gathered outside the residence today as there had been that day. Even if those locked up in the prefectural office did not know that the spring examination was being held today, surely the other elders did?

They clearly knew that Pei Jiuru was in the examination hall, yet they had still surrounded the residence. Could it be that they intended to seize its valuables by force?

Although she and Pei Jiuru were spouses bound by a transaction, they were also genuinely—

Amid the billowing dust, a burly, grotesque figure was gradually fading until its form vanished completely.

He placed the raw stones in several fixed locations. The ordinary-looking room immediately revealed something unusual.

“Xuanling! No wonder the Purple Tenuity Emperor insisted that I come in person. Apart from His Majesty and me, there are countless Star Lords in the Purple Tenuity Palace, yet only a handful could capture you! But if you think this will let you escape from my grasp, you are gravely mistaken!” The Longevity Emperor’s gaze was solemn, and he was far more serious than before.

If anything else happened in the residence now—especially where male heirs were concerned—Mother would inevitably think of this. How could she possibly not care?

Tongyu was highly skilled in martial arts. When he came alone to investigate, he discovered these things, but to avoid alerting the enemy, he did not act rashly. After inspecting the altar here, he quietly departed without anyone noticing.

Faced with this, all the fans—every one of Feise’s fans—wanted to say just one thing: 666.

How could the Celestial Worthy of Primordial Beginning endure it? With a slight wave of the Pangu Banner, streams of chaotic sword energy imbued with the power of the Heavenly Dao shot toward Zhou Yu.

“I know what you are thinking, and I am not blaming you. I am only angry about what Sister Qiling did. When I went in just now, the young lady seemed far too calm. That was precisely what worried me. If anyone learned that their child had gone missing, how could they remain so composed?” Hailan was deeply concerned.

The sudden attack threw the merfolk gathering materials in the forest into a panic.

Although his efficiency was far inferior to that of professional warriors, Green was extremely satisfied with his current rate of gaining experience. After all, leveling a mage was inherently more difficult than leveling a physical-class profession. To maintain such a high rate of experience gain even after exhausting his mana was already exceptionally rare.

Four years was enough time to accomplish many things. What was more, she had He Yanqiu and Gu Zixuan working as insiders, so she had access to every piece of internal information she needed.

Old Bai had gradually recovered after twenty days of rest, and his voice was no longer as weak as before.

Gao Hui said indifferently, “I can personally approve both your admission to the Martial Cultivation Department without an entrance examination and your scholarship.”

At last, this young man had arrived at the place he had dreamed of entering. Becoming Gu Jinsong’s guard was the highest honor in the southern border military camps. He had never once seen the great general’s face, but now he finally had the chance.

The blood writhed like a worm, twisting and squirming until it finally formed those two bloody characters.

A yellow talisman suddenly appeared and landed squarely on Ghost Asura’s face. Though it lasted only an instant, it gave Qin Wenchuan precious time to catch his breath.

“Nonsense! We have always performed our duties faithfully and have never formed factions for personal gain.” Wang Zhaorong denied it vehemently, unwilling to become the sort of person the other man described.

As they said this, the two of them reached the classroom. But the moment they entered, they found the room filled with heated discussion.

Hu An found the scene amusing from the side. There was no need for him to mediate between them now. These two were meant to be locked in precisely this sort of evenly matched struggle. In terms of maturity, Cui Yunyi had a slight edge; in terms of boldness and spirit, Young Master Wang was somewhat superior. Each had his own strengths, and Hu An was more than happy to see them compete.

Though she was reputed to be cold and aloof, she was not incapable of sensing the atmosphere around her. She knew with perfect clarity who treated her well and who treated her badly.