Chapter 66: Peace and Prosperity for the Nation

Following the Yongzhou provincial examination.

In the thick of night, the prefectural office was brilliantly lit. Servants scurried about, serving tea and water, while the officials at their desks busied themselves with grading papers. The Prefect of Yongzhou and Judge Wang were also occupied. Finally, ten papers were selected. The officials present breathed a sigh of relief, yet they could not help but remain tense. The Prefect of Yongzhou and Judge Wang exchanged a look. "Remove the name-coverings," the Prefect commanded. "Understood."

Luo Nanyang and Ma Zichun bowed and scraped before the police officers in front of them, offering kind words and pleading for leniency. Vehicles whizzed past as if skimming the ground; Ding Jia broke into a cold sweat, silently praying that Tong Le would not be cut in two by a car the moment he stepped out.

Luo Xuezhi’s question seemed like a mere inquiry, yet her tone was condescending and overbearing. With no other choice, Bannu opened his mouth and spat out a winged tiger he had been holding inside. Had I not caused the enemy to suffer unexpected losses midway, the high-frequency bombardment that followed would never have achieved such overwhelming results.

"Don't worry, with so many people watching, I can't pull any tricks," he said, stepping closer to An Xixi. Under Chen Ming’s leadership, the Dragon Clan seemed to have awakened the militant genes in their blood, and dragon roars echoed incessantly over the sea. The entire group was instantly ignited with fervor.

Jiang Siyun’s confident demeanor caused the old butler’s expression to shift abruptly, his hand tightening around the medicine bottle. That evening, the Crown Prince returned, announcing that the Emperor was out of danger and that they were currently investigating the culprit behind the poisoning.

The Blue-Faced Ghost seemed startled, letting out a series of strange cries as he reached out to pry at his mount’s horns. Perhaps they could not clearly explain why they held such thoughts, but deep down, from the moment they gathered from all corners of the land in Room 624, North Building 28 of Xiaoxiang Academy in Liangxiang Province, they shared a bond of enduring hardships together.

Fang Yan thought to himself, glanced back at the ruined city, shook his head, and then followed Zhao Cheng’s footsteps, continuing toward the camp. It was not that he was indifferent to fame and fortune, nor that he lacked desire, for he hesitated when faced with these two choices—or rather, most of his thoughts lingered on the choice of "standing on the stage."

The stone ring was clearly carved with great care, its design archaic, with a flame-shaped mark at its center. "Forget it, it’s enough to just enjoy the liveliness of the New Year. I only bought this piece a few months ago; it’ll do for now," Jiang Ming remained unmoved.

No one knew the origin; even Ji Yi, having seen those fragmented visions, remained completely at a loss. Fortunately, Jiang Ming had anticipated the temperature of the light and had shifted his internal organs far aside, though his meridians were still scorched because he hadn't moved them in time. Otherwise, given his physical constitution, he would not have vomited blood even if he had forcibly shifted his organs.

"Don't be afraid. With your sister here, no one in the clan will dare to blame you," she said, her voice soft and gentle. She knew Shuliu was afraid, and if she continued to blame him, how could she be worthy of being his sister?

Someone exclaimed in shock. Under the suppression of a Great Emperor’s law, the Nine Heavens Fairy still dared to resolutely embark on the path of transcending the tribulation; her resolve was even firmer than that of the Great Emperor.

After Shen Xintong and Shen Suibai finished their sword practice, Gu Ruxu had finished her tea and the snacks were nearly gone. She calmly put away the roster and offered guidance on their moves for the day.

The crowd waited for ten minutes without seeing Shen Moxia, but they unexpectedly saw Tan Yi. Their thirst for gossip instantly revived, and they cast strange, varied looks at Tan Yi as he walked toward Shang Yixiao.

Xiyang murmured to himself, the Six Harmonies frame set, as hollow light bloomed from his hands, feet, Heavenly Pool, and Nether Palace.