Chapter 49: Pei Jiuru, the New Top Scholar

Inside the carriage, Jiang Nian figured out what was happening amidst her parents' excited descriptions. She blinked and said, "Green Wax, go and copy a roster."

Madam Jiang smiled and said, "Niannian must want to keep it as a souvenir!"

Only Pei Jiuru knew that Jiang Nian simply did not believe it.

Soon, Green Wax returned with pen and paper, and Jiang Nian looked at it solemnly.

It was actually true! Pei Jiuru was the top metropolitan scholar! Li Xun, who was the top scholar in the original book, had dropped to second place, and Bo Yijin failed to make the list at all.

Multiplied tenfold, perhaps even more than tenfold—business could be done this way. This was not business at all; it was turning stone into gold. Zhang Jinbei looked at Zhu Da as if looking at a ghost or a deity.

The Lone Wolf would have been fine saying nothing, but with those words uttered, Fang Zheng instead felt a sudden urge for action, pondering that it was about time to descend the mountain and walk about. The more one experienced, the more one could comprehend, accumulating greater karmic merit to achieve Buddhahood sooner and return to secular life sooner! Moreover, his previous comprehension was nearly complete, and it was time to go out and recharge.

Then came five "swish, swish, swish, swish, swish" sounds of the air being rent, coming almost as one. The dispersed force even stirred her hair. Without fully reacting, she looked toward the target, the glasses she had just adjusted almost falling off.

Upon hearing this, Xing Lian turned his head, his gaze shooting toward Qingyun like a chilling blade. The latter immediately felt a wave of oppressive force. Although it was not enough to affect him, this genuine pressure originating from a Profound Spiritual Force Sorcerer confirmed one fact.

Unless Ringer only wanted the territories near Skeleton City, the Sub-city of Ghouls, and Walker City, a battle was inevitable.

Zhu Da could deduce that the yamen must have selected men for the escort who were capable fighters and skilled in martial arts. Those old-timers and slick operators who only understood long-established rules would be of no use here. However, what truly concerned Zhu Da were the remaining thirty or forty men—which faction within the city did they belong to?

He kicked the sphere under his foot, not caring if anyone heard him; the quality couldn't possibly be that poor.

"Wang Dayou, treating me this way now does you no good. I think we can completely sit down and talk this over slowly..." Xia Jili said, pulling the child behind her.

Although the number of people was not large, Mount Leiyin was spacious enough to accommodate them. Yet, after all, it was a sect. As nice as Mount Leiyin was, it still appeared somewhat shabby.

Once imperial concubine Zhao turned ruthless, she remained that way until she was left with nothing but her bodice and underpants.

Facing Ye Chong's brilliant gaze, as if a hidden secret had been exposed, Hua Nu averted her eyes, looking slightly unnatural.

The banks of the Nile were the most prosperous region in Egypt, with almost all commercial and financial centers concentrated along its shores. Compared to those super financial giants, the nineteen-story Nile Hotel was utterly inconspicuous, surrounded by four buildings taller than it.

A direct hit would not even break through the defense. The sabers in the hands of the imperial bodyguards were nothing special, entirely devoid of the ability to cut through metal and jade.

Old Snake Monster's fists had lost their black hue, a trace of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he was panting heavily.

Whether it was the toughness of his meridians or the speed at which he inhaled and exhaled the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, such innate endowments were things even Shangguan Qing could not compare to.

It had to be said that cultivators' curiosity was also quite strong, because cultivators often liked to keep everything under their control, refusing to allow anything beyond their grasp.

In this state, even without using the divine eyes of the Underworld Scripture, he could perceive everything around him in exquisite detail. Not only the objects of the external environment, but even the impurities deep within his soul were observed with absolute clarity.

Fortunately, Uncle-Master Tang was familiar with Ling Hao, otherwise the few of them might have already followed in Wang Qiangjian's footsteps.

On the morning three days later, a total of fifty people from the two sects set out from Lan City, traveling light, and arrived at Tongguan half a month later.

When Su Ping swept his gaze over them, quite a few people also looked back at Su Ping, and some even recognized him, seemingly quite moved.