Chapter 57: The Ambition of the Fu Family

In the past, Fu Chengyu had never been able to reach into the Grand Court of Revision, yet today he unexpectedly received the news in no time that Fu Jun had been subjected to thirty heavy strokes in the prison, leaving him battered, bloody, and unconscious.
A stifled fury hung heavy in the Fu family's flower parlor.
Fu Yao cried out, "This Pei Shijin must have done this intentionally to let us know so she could gloat over our misfortune. Brother is such a delicate and pampered person—I cannot even bear to think how he is supposed to survive thirty heavy strokes..."
Jiang Yuan softly chatted with Elder Pei for a moment, and the old man did not say anything peculiar, simply telling her to have a good time playing with Pei Cheng'an.
"Utter nonsense! The clues we found through untold hardships were claimed by you in just a few words. You truly have no shame!" Zhang Wei sneered disdainfully.
Now, the remaining five hundred griffins were all without exception griffin knights responsible for territorial patrol and information transmission.
This was the first time Fang Yuan had ever heard Christian admit that he was weaker than others in warfare.
With a resounding "bang," Zhao Xinyi did not budge an inch, but Liu Qinglin was sent flying backward. He slammed straight into the side table, smashed a hole through it, and got his neck stuck in a deeply comical manner, provoking roaring laughter from the onlookers.
Yet this Kaiyang, who always spoke only half his words, once again clammed up like a tight-lipped gourd, dropping merely the phrase, "Please go and intercede with our master, Lady Su," before lowering his head and striding forward.
Watching the bickering mother and son before him, Zhao Yongzhuo beamed foolishly. After transferring a portion of the noodles from his own bowl into Lady Hu's, he began to eat with large, hearty mouthfuls.
"Then let's get down to business!" With these words, Chang Jie flicked his sleeves, and from within them flew a dense swarm of copper coins—easily numbering over a thousand—as he formed hand seals.
Su Qinglan was entirely unaware that, from his perspective, these views could almost be considered "common sense" in the world she inhabited; looking back at the various feudal dynasties from the other end of the river of history was entirely the mindset and perspective of a detached outsider.
Old Huang said indifferently, "Kill it, harvest the spiritual blood, and seize the demon core! Refine it into a natal talisman within one hour, or all your previous efforts will be wasted!" Refining the divine might talisman required a fresh demon core; once an hour had passed, the refinement would fail.
"You are the one who has been coveting the position of family head all along! You want to kidnap that baleful star, usurp the family heritage, and split the demonic entity away from the ancestral grounds so you can set up a new main branch on your own, right?!" The head of the Chi family shouted with a distorted expression.
However, just as I was writing the words "Who would have expected," I unexpectedly noticed the twisted nature of this opening and found myself uncontrollably glaring at the very first sentence. Back when I was still in school—what does "back when I was still in school" mean? It sounds as if I am no longer in school now, but aren't I still in university?
Her eyes, which had been bright like starlight, suddenly turned into blades. With a single sweeping gaze, the secretly snickering Su Tai was instantly rendered deaf and dumb.
He nearly kicked Jiang Ge's table flying; after all, since this was a roadside spicy hot pot stall, the stools were all made of plastic.
Pang Xuan, standing atop the war chariot, gazed intently at the coalition's right flank, only to discover that the Zhao heavy armor legions led by Zhao Cong had suddenly begun to retreat.
The eighth level of Qi Refinement is equivalent to the peak Grandmaster realm of the Great Yan martial arts world, falling short even of Divine Realm grandmasters.
Yet no matter how favorably successive Kings of Qin treated scholars from other states, nationality often remained the single greatest obstacle preventing those foreign scholars from wholeheartedly serving the state of Qin.
After the housekeeper led the servants away, only Shang Yao and the silent Shu Xiangwan remained in the spacious living room.
Hearing this, Jiang Li smiled with satisfaction, wrapped her arms around Jiang Yu's neck, and the two kissed passionately, unable to tear themselves apart.
As Yuan Hong left, Xingzhi hurriedly summoned Chimu and Longwu. With the two gods of war holding military authority in their hands, it seemed Xingzhi had already made up his mind.
Betrayal, lies, the fortress built upon them, and the indifference upon meeting again—she never knew his pain.
"However, Senior, if there is an opportunity, could you introduce me so I may meet my former role model?" Han Feng asked with a flattering expression, instantly making Jueling realize this was the true Han Feng.