Volume 1, Chapter 69: The Disappearance of Wen Yunmu

In the capital of the Central Empire stands the Tablet of Heavenly Will, rumored to have been forged jointly by sages and emperors. Endowed with sentience, this tablet is responsible for generating all examination questions save for the palace examinations—a domain where neither emperors nor sages can intervene. Furthermore, every prefecture and county within the Central Empire and the Ten Directions Imperial Realm houses a subsidiary tablet used to receive these examination prompts.

After finishing her breakfast, she lazily contemplated returning to sleep; while eating and immediately dozing off was perhaps unwise, it was undeniably comfortable.

The illusory figure spoke in a deeply resonant voice, revealing neither joy nor anger, yet instilling in everyone a sense of unquestionable authority.

No matter how extraordinary Tang San might be, the suppression of his martial soul and spiritual power would inevitably remain the most uncontrollable variable.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Ning Shu had originally come to Soto City merely on the off chance that fortune might favor her with an encounter.

The attendants and the floor staff colluded to pocket a portion of the funds, while the tavern keeper turned a blind eye, treating the discrepancy as a dangling carrot before the staff.

"Aren't these past few days my rest and vacation periods? Why must I still cultivate?" At the mere mention of cultivation, Ning Shu felt the rabbit leg in her hand instantly lose its appeal.

Gazing at that faint, elusive smile, Yan Yao's gaze remained detached, though the oppressive aura surrounding him dissipated.

Seeing the ghost of his own father, Zhou Chengxing was utterly shocked. Having taken countless lives on the battlefield, he had certainly never laid eyes upon a ghost before.

Yet upon hearing people discuss which disciple was facing the Tablet of Heavenly Will directly, Zhang Cang suddenly opened his eyes, and a wave of saintly might involuntarily permeated the air.

Chang Le thought to herself: Of course it's not enough! Backed by the Prince of Huai, she dared chase the emperor away when displeased. Refusing an order from your mere prospective son-in-law—what of it?

Relying on their beauty to captivate patrons, they made their commercial ventures twice as successful with half the effort.

A trace of genuine intent emanating from that ancient box provided Li Xuandao with extraordinary insights, pushing his Imperial Heart Art to the next level.

The male classmate gestured toward Song Ci outside, but recalling Song Ci's gloomy disposition, he felt compelled to offer a word of warning.

Fang Kai's thoughts drifted back because just a few days prior, upon returning home, he had witnessed another merchant surnamed Zhang visiting his father.

The Prince of Huai appeared somewhat apprehensive. Catching sight of Chang Le's utterly bewildered expression, he could not help but roll his eyes, then unfurled his fan and fluttered it gently.

As for Nan Qing, she recalled the scene of herself recklessly feeding the Fruit of Conviction to Senior Brother Ou. Though she failed to attain the desired outcome, was that not itself a form of reckless devotion? Looking back one day, she would harbor no regrets. She had fought for what she wanted; it was simply a matter of lacking destined affinity.

"Your Highness, rest assured, I shall certainly not fail your commission!" Liu Yu accepted the token, deeply moved at heart.

Once this batch of watering cans was supplied, he would cease this line of business and branch out into other commercial ventures.

"Alright, even if we run further, we won't catch up. Eldest Senior Brother will find us in due time. Senior Sister will take you to get something delicious, let's go!" Just as they passed a tavern, Tang Xinhu judged the time ripe, grabbed Liu Jin by the sleeve, and darted inside.

Presently, beneath the warm morning sun, Dongchun, clad in a thin jujube-colored short tunic, stood akimbo with an indignant expression, pointing directly at the kitchen maids and scolding them harshly. The sheer arrogance of her words was palpable.

When the Emperor uttered these words, his expression appeared slightly desolate. The raging fury he had just felt was completely transformed into a profound sense of loss, eclipsed by the Empress's tears and Imperial Noble Consort Li's indifferent demeanor.

Ting Shu and the others walked to an elevated vantage point overlooking the arena, where the scene below was laid out clearly. The first match took place on a traditional standard field. The two trainers each produced a Poké Ball, and the instant the command to begin battle was issued, they hurled them forward simultaneously.

Falling in love is a matter of a fleeting moment, but truly knowing and guarding one another requires a lifetime.

Mo Ruzhi waved her hand impatiently and said languidly, "Nanny, dispense with the formalities." Her gaze then drifted intentionally or unintentionally toward Ling'er's direction.

He was one of the few individuals within Manchester City who knew that their manager, Josep Guardiola, favored Cao Zhetian above all and was utterly determined to recruit him.

The rare, vicious sneer and deliberate harassment stunned the onlookers, yet they found it somewhat acceptable. After all, that was Gu Jingfeng's spirit tablet; how could Shen Qinghui not be anxious if it were damaged? Naturally, no one dared raise any objections.

I struggled to sit up, looked around, and asked, "Where is Monkey Brother? Where is Monkey Brother?" Brother Li followed my gaze to scan the surroundings, and his expression, which had just relaxed slightly, instantly turned icy once more.

Meanwhile, Ting Shu, staring at the shattered iron plate, managed to hook his fingers within the gap with great difficulty. His body shifted inward inch by inch amidst the trembling. Through this ordeal, he vowed to rigorously strengthen his physique; even if he could not match a Machoke in bare-handed combat, he at least needed to be able to adapt to various high-difficulty movements.

"Okay." Turning his head to look at the smiling sister before him, he gave a cheerful assent.

He could already discern from Black Lion's phone call that Black Lion's abduction of Qin Wennuan was by no means a simple matter.

"Big Sister, what dishes shall we prepare today? What shall we have as the staple food?" Huang Li Shi asked after casting a glance at Huang Yiyun.

For a grand marshal to disobey orders was a grave offense; not only could he be stripped of his rank, but he could also be cast into prison.

"I... I... please don't kill me, I don't know why I'm here either," Bai Ling said in terror, looking at the formidable and solemn-faced man before her.

"No, frying cicada pupae takes far too much oil; we won't be eating those." Hearing this, Huang Jiang Shi immediately realized that the children had spent the entire afternoon digging up cicada pupae.

Bai Shaoheng and his subordinates watched helplessly as the man was tortured beyond human recognition, yet none dared to intervene. Although they were peers among the supreme commander's confidants, Master Tan's formidable reputation was well established; even standing on equal footing, they dared not utter a sound.

"Big Sister, do you think our night market stall should just sell these items?" Huang Caixia asked after eating her fill.

The gathered crowd remained silent; there was simply no alternative. Before securing definitive evidence, the brocade-clad guards and censors dared not mobilize troops to arrest corrupt officials and local gentry.

The guards atop the city gates drank their tea leisurely, completely indifferent to the commotion below, seemingly awaiting news from behind.

Qin Mo had joined the military in his youth and stood entirely alone. He had been personally promoted by him, and at times was even regarded like a son or nephew.