Chapter Thirty-Three: Confession
In truth, when Zhao Yuan arrived at the registration desk, his heart was still filled with anxiety. Yet, because he cared so deeply about his own and his father's standing within the Zhao family, he could not help but be invested. After all, if Zhao Yuan managed to earn a place in the competition, even if it was not particularly outstanding, it would be a perfect opportunity to bring honor to his family. Even though he no longer cared much about such matters, this chance was not merely about himself—it was tied to the glory of his lineage.
Were it not for these reasons, he would never have participated in such group activities. For him, spending this time isolating himself somewhere to focus on his cultivation would have been far more valuable.
"Then let us look forward to future opportunities for cooperation," Qin Ming said with a smile, offering no further explanation. As the saying goes, it is better to resolve enmity than deepen it. If a few words could stave off great trouble, he would not hesitate to say them.
The waves parted as Wang Linglong raised her rifle and fired. The shot rang out, and the bullet pierced through the water.
"Shut your mouth! What are you, just an ordinary mortal—do you have the right to teach me? Get out of my sight, or I’ll deal with you next!" Shen Tianteng interrupted, his words sharp and commanding.
Whenever the drum of uprightness outside the Office of Inspection sounded, it was inevitable that one or more officials would fall from grace.
After lunch, the children scrambled to help clear the table, their eager and courteous behavior once again earning a wave of goodwill from Madam Shi.
Just as he came to a halt, Wang Hao appeared before him, launching a swift kick.
Some were slain by strange creatures, vanishing from the world like bubbles; others left their legacy here for future generations.
As one of the ten chief emissaries of the underworld, they had never faced a worthy opponent—except for Meng Po, the Judge, and the King of Hell.
His black lightning had already become a convenient grenade; was it now about to transform into a handy missile?
"Just an ordinary friend. Besides, how is she supposed to be seductive? You can't talk about people like that behind their backs," Shen Yu said, taking a sip from a bottle of mineral water.
Though midnight had come, Luo Lin remained sleepless, his mind occupied with his mother's rigid decision. Once dawn broke, how would he face the matter of his reassignment?
One sect followed the Nine Words Cauldron unquestioningly, while another, led by a divine elder, sought to break away and become a sixth force—Shu Tianjun was of this faction.
He could not simply allow himself to be exposed. The head spy immediately knelt before Shi Bin and his band of 'forest outlaws,' begging for mercy and offering five hundred taels of silver in exchange for his life. Yet he stubbornly denied being a spy, insisting the group had mistaken him for someone else.
Only the town of Xinye was somewhat favorable. Although it had fallen within the sphere of the Yuan troops, the Bai River within its borders connected to the Han River.
This was a power gained after being possessed by a ghostly entity—a heightened sensitivity to fluctuations in supernatural forces. Sensing it, Chen Mo suddenly turned, gazing toward a patch of unmoving shrubs. Within the swirling mist, a pair of blood-red eyes emerged.
When the jade casket was opened, nothing happened—no poison dart flew, no toxic gas spread. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
A normal person would never behave this way, but Zhang Chenyang’s mind was already troubled by trauma, leading to such chaotic perceptions. After hearing it all, Old Zhang drew a conclusion.
"As for the wine, that’s easily settled. You toast the Lu family three times and it'll be done," Hu Guanglan said, pursing her lips, then raised her glass toward Lu Bai.
He had long coveted the Cloudless Sword, but lacked the necessary Breaking Essence. Yesterday, he finally managed to gather enough, and today he was determined to show his prowess and ride forth into the world.
Han Yunji narrowed his eyes. "You can't be waiting here just to catch a glimpse of me, can you?" he said, pulling the thin blanket higher over his legs.