Volume One, Chapter 47: The Emperor's Promotion—Grand Scholar of the Wenyan Pavilion!

Yang Peng felt tempted as well.

During the Zhou dynasty, Yang Peng couldn’t stand the darkness of officialdom, where all the officials protected one another.

Yang Peng was no bookworm; he knew the bureaucracy wasn’t simply black or white, that there were shades of gray. It was impossible for all officials to be honest, nor were they all corrupt.

“Oh, right!” At that moment, Ron remembered that he was carrying the meal expenses for all three of them.

But this time, not only had he suffered a huge loss, he had sold his entire life. It sounded absurd, but it had indeed happened.

PS: Everyone, I sincerely apologize for the lack of updates last month. Starting this month, that won’t happen again! Here, Kong Kong offers his apologies to you all.

Lin Hai didn’t say a word, set aside the clothes in his hands, and hurried over, deftly helping Lu Li remove his garments.

The spiritual energy in this place was incredibly abundant, truly a treasure land. Guided by the strange stone, Yang Tian arrived at a lake.

A terrifying phenomenon unfolded: a root exuded a gray mist like primordial chaos. In Yun’er’s sea of energy, a precious medicinal plant was born, drawing in a constant stream of external essence that washed into her qi sea.

“Brother Zhibai, why does Feng Wuchen look so young? At first, I thought he was about your age,” Zhang Tianyang asked Li Zhibai, who was drinking gloomily.

Even when I was exhausted in both body and mind, I couldn't bear to close my eyes, as if shutting them would mean losing Yu Han forever.

“Haha... you’re very clever.” Shun laughed instantly. “Brother, I’ll help you get revenge right away.” With that, he raised his free hand, gathered all his strength, and brought it down in a knife hand strike toward the shaman’s head.

An Zaiyou’s brows knitted together. Normally, he would have attributed this to the transportation department without a second thought, but today was different—something felt off.

In Fenghua Palace, they plotted against Consort Liang Shu, while in Phoenix Perch Palace they schemed to use Fenghua Palace to deal with the Fifth Prince. Though both sides watched each other warily, neither showed signs of retreat. Amidst these open and covert struggles, the day of the emperor’s departure for the sacrificial rites was gradually approaching.

Struggling to lift her eyelids, Qianqian looked around. White filled her entire vision. She tried to recall what happened before she fainted, but soon she began to weep, each cry more anguished than the last.

The power of creation radiated with a mysterious pure white brilliance, concealed within, merging into a vast reservoir of domain energy.

Baili Yuxin sighed. This stubbornness was just like Shiyu’s—unyielding, never admitting defeat.

She emphasized the identity of the realm, firstly to remind Xiling Jing that she belonged to it, and that unity was valued there. She would not allow him to execute anyone privately.

The empress appeared as if she wished for chaos, fueling the anger in Leng Xian Ning’s heart even further.

Ruan Xinru was startled at first, intending to mock his ignorance and audacity, but having suffered losses herself, she became more convinced that this youth possessed many secrets. If he could boast so brazenly, he must have some backing, just as his martial arts suggested.

Aoi Tensho was the guardian deity of the entire Matsushima Consortium. His strength was that of a top-tier ninja; ordinary enemies who invaded the Matsushima Group met their end at his hands.

Ou Yihong’s body froze, and he turned sharply, as if he’d seen a ghost. When had he entered?

Li Zetian nodded slightly, and then, led by Mike Mohan, entered his office.

“Of course the Bodhisattva is capable. Aren’t you afraid he’ll chant for you?” Li Xu poked his head out from behind Tang Seng, grinning.