Chapter 37

Among the many friends introduced by Alexandre Dumas, one aristocratic playwright with a head of golden curls nearly drove Madame Duval to distraction. Though the portly man might not have been particularly heartbroken by this—after all, gracefully accepting defeat is one of the few virtues the French possess.

As the sun began to dip and the shadows in the courtyard deepened, Zong Youlin, having been busy for the better part of the day, gathered some candles and oil lamps to hang in the backyard, illuminating the surroundings.

Ye Qianxia nearly fell to her knees before her father. Although his guesses were not entirely accurate, there was no way she could ever admit to them.

Since cell phones were prohibited during exams, Wen Shu had worn Brunak’s watch on her arm to keep track of time before leaving for school that morning.

Lu Yanzhi walked toward a massive floor-to-ceiling window, the thick, plush carpet cushioning his footsteps. The hustle and bustle of the traffic outside felt worlds away, only serving to emphasize the silence that enveloped him.

Faced with the same illness and the same medicine, some are saved while others eventually pass away. Beyond the differences in their underlying constitution, the sheer will to survive remains an essential factor.

Louis XVIII himself, caught between the checks and balances of two opposing factions, managed to secure a peaceful end. His successor, Charles X, however, clearly failed to master the essence of such a balance.

Do not be fooled by the fact that Xia Yingqing, the top-ranked artist on "Cloud Listen," has currently surpassed four million in album sales.

Xu Zhaozhao gazed out the window; across a narrow road, Lu Yanzhi’s car remained parked by the curb.

Finally, a glimmer of light appeared before them—it was faint, yet in their hearts, they knew clearly that it was a symbol of hope.

"What? You’re looking for the Commander? Who on earth are you?" The person in charge of this section was stunned. Surely this old man was just spouting nonsense.

Returning the way he came, he took the path to the right and walked for another half-stick of incense, only to find himself at a dead end, blocked by a wall.

"Hmph!" Qi Ming let out a cold snort. With both hands exerting force simultaneously, he violently pressed down his trapped right fist while slowly lifting his pinned left hand.

That night, before entering the sewers, the two of them crept under the back window of a roadside restaurant. Zhang Tie had wanted to break in and eat his fill, but Gu Yongfeng refused; he still held a shred of compassion for this world.

About a quarter of an hour later, the examinees began to emerge one after another, their expressions varied—some downcast, others with heads held high—a truly colorful display.

The Skeleton King and the youth in feathered robes were pawns that Ye Shaoxuan had arranged in the Western Extremity Territory back when he was still in the Sky-Sea Realm; now, it was time to reap the rewards.

Xuanyuan Muxia, clinging firmly to the tattered hanging basket, was terrified, her palms sweating inadvertently.

The guard had no time to dodge. The blue light emanating from the five fingers shot into the guard’s body, piercing his heart.

Sure enough, after making his bid, the pot-bellied man sat back with his arms crossed, waiting for the result.

Liu Shuang was currently detained at the Western District Public Security Bureau. With the chaos within the Hexagon, Dugu Ye had surreptitiously purged the entire Yingtan City police system, replacing the ranks with his own people or those close to him.

Upon hearing this, the man could no longer remain calm. He first claimed the doctor who treated him was a quack, then, in a fit of agitation, blurted out everything he had eaten for lunch and dinner.

Tasks on the Earth-ranked pillar were reserved for those in the top hundred of the True Inheritance Ranking. Zhuo Tian, currently ranked fifty-first, was exactly within that group.

Li Hexian intended to learn more about this from Shen Lianyue to prepare himself for entering the Yufeng Continent.

Just then, a distant, ancient wolf howl erupted beside Liu Shuang. The sound was like the whisper of a god from a primordial era, softly recounting the past lives of all living things. The howl pierced the clouds, shattering the rhythmic chanting and the hidden, soul-cleansing lute melodies.

Lu Xia curled her lips, indifferent to the questions and mockery. Honestly, she knew her own strength; she had only entered the advanced class because of Young Master Yan. If they wanted to gossip, let them—it wasn't as if she had desperately begged to be there.

The Chief’s words carried many subtexts. The Wang brothers were perceptive men and naturally nodded in agreement.

However, they also knew that this descent into madness was inextricably linked to her bloodline—it was the most troublesome kind, and even if they exhausted all their energy, they could not effectively delay it.

As the sharp shout faded, two figures appeared outside the main hall’s entrance, their expressions cold and stern as they scanned the interior. One, an old man in green robes, held a long sword that glinted with brilliant light.

"Lu Xia." Lin Yi walked behind her; his gaze, which should have been wandering, remained fixed on Lu Xia from start to finish.

Seeing Feng Xian collapse, Lin Yao grew anxious for her husband’s safety and, with a few leaps, scooped him up.

Mo Xi stared at Yin Ruojun without blinking. "Really?" She could already imagine herself holding a gun to Shen Hanluo’s head, and the frustrated expression of the skilled Shen Hanluo having to submit helplessly. The more she thought about it, the happier she became, nearly bursting into laughter.

There were only four of them—one at the peak of the Harmony Realm, whom Qian Xing extinguished first, while the remaining three ordinary ones could not withstand his wild strike.

"This world is vast; who knows what other rare treasures might be hidden here," Zhou Entian said in a deep voice.

"I know, it must be that girl from the House of Gold." Zhongli You’s temperament remained calm; he had never thought of blaming anyone.

"No, I think she was just exhausted and needed sleep. Perhaps Boyan was the one who found her," Lady Chu recalled.

Lifting her beautiful eyes to glance shyly at Yun Xuan, Tan Xiang pursed her red lips, then walked slowly toward the car by the road under Yun Xuan’s playful gaze.

As long as one could use this to build a connection with the Crown Prince in the capital, wouldn't any future trouble be resolved with just a word?

After Tantai Wan'er finished speaking, Yun Xuan, who had been listening quietly, felt a tremor in his heart for no reason. He had not realized his lineage was so significant—the Central Qilin Clan sounded incredibly powerful.

Because my backpack contained firearms, ammunition, crowbars, and Luoyang shovels—tools that were strictly forbidden on the vehicle.

From the moment he recognized Gu Zichen, he simply watched him quietly, his own emotions fluctuating with his thoughts.

"Lidong, let’s go." As soon as Lichun spoke, Lidong left immediately. Though the fat man didn't look like a villain, his incoherent, crude lies were obvious the moment he opened his mouth.

"Tell me, do you want it, or not?" Gao Zijian grinned, intentionally emphasizing his tone, his demeanor remaining as relaxed as ever.