Chapter 624: Five Hundred Ten: The Scholar

Five Hundred Ten: The Scholar "Steals" the Literary Emperor

Wei Wu died on the spot; his white jade prayer beads fell into Magistrate Ouyang Rong's hands.

After dropping a line, he walked toward Rong Zhen, Yi Yi Qianqiu, Song Mama, and others.

Having witnessed Wei Wu's gruesome death, the women who had prepared to welcome him all stepped back instinctively.

Rong Zhen, her eyes red, staring at Magistrate Ouyang Rong, was also pulled back by Yi Yi Qianqiu and the others.

Only Old Yang remained where he was, as if he had accepted it all, bowing his head and slowly turning the pages of a Confucian classic, indifferent to the struggle outside.

Wei Wu died on the spot; his white jade prayer beads fell into Magistrate Ouyang Rong's hands.

The latter dropped a line, then walked toward Rong Zhen, Yi Yi Qianqiu, Song Mama, and others.

Having witnessed Wei Wu's gruesome death, the women who had prepared to welcome him all stepped back instinctively.

Rong Zhen, her eyes red, staring at Magistrate Ouyang Rong, was also pulled back by Yi Yi Qianqiu and the others.

Only Old Yang remained where he was, as if he had accepted it all, bowing his head and slowly turning the pages of a Confucian classic, indifferent to the struggle outside.

"The Prince of Mo has arrived? Damn, I didn't go to greet him—what should I do?" A group in armor rushed out of the garrison's war room; the lead man cried in panic.

The passage remained open; Niuma instantly sent his claws to every enemy's side, tearing apart their wounded bodies.

Saying this, he ignored the rest, his wings fully unfurling behind him; Morgana spread her arms as if embracing the universe.

Every noble whose gaze touched the mist cluster involuntarily shuddered; that coldness seemed to spread from the invisible sight itself.

Everyone understood each word she spoke, but none grasped what meaning the string of words conveyed.

On the day the Tongtian Realm opened, he had left too early to witness Xiao Dongchen slaying the seven of the Tongtian Realm.

In Muse's mind, alarms from Elia and Elyia were ringing in rapid succession.

Remember, these fellows had lost their armor and weapons; some had even lost their shoes, presenting a pitiful, defeated army's appearance.

The two sides were like beasts that had probed each other in combat, silently licking their wounds while gathering strength to deliver a fatal blow.

Ming Wu Xi lacked sufficient cultivation; the sudden noise had left him dizzy and disoriented. Hearing it was a spirit artifact, he shook his head hard, opened his eyes wide, and stared at the alchemical cauldron—just to broaden his horizons.

"Alright." Lü Feiyang nodded. Nan Nan Kongqian and Fang Haikuo rose to leave; Lü Feiyang quickly called out to Nan Nan Kongqian, and both halted. "What is it?" Nan Nan Kongqian asked.

After work terms were settled, Zhou Zhou Shengcai had the supermarket supervisor, Aunt Zhou, take Chen Chen Chumo around the store and arrange his staff dormitory. Aunt Zhou was Zhou Zhou Shengcai's relative from Song Fujian Province; after Zhou Zhou Shengcai's father, Zhou Wang, became wealthy, he never forgot his hometown and brought over help from America to manage their business.

Damn, Chen Chen Chumo this bastard doesn't play by the rules. He doesn't even give me a chance to set up a routine—he just jumps straight into negotiations.

Zhang Sanfeng and Niu were clearing debris as they advanced. Zhang Sanfeng noticed that the farther they went, the more felled trees there were, and later even massive boulders. These obstacles couldn't stop Zhang Sanfeng and Niu, but they did slow their progress.

"Uncle, I have an idea—I don't know if it'll work!" Zhao Shifeng suddenly spoke up.

Han Yanchen looked down from above at his own palace, standing on the high hillside, taking in the entire Xuanyou Prince's Palace in full view; for a moment, he felt as if he owned all things under heaven. Upon reflection, he truly did seem to possess the entire world.

The morning glow had slowly risen; daylight was brightening. No outsider could possibly know what had transpired inside Shaolin Temple that night.

"Whether it's worth it isn't up to you, just as my liking you isn't up to me," said Leng Feng softly.

"Even if what you say is true, what then? Should I remain sealed?" Wu Mei said, expressionless.

After Hong Kong's return, the Hang Seng Index peaked above 19,000 points before turning downward; the overall market entered a downtrend, ending a bull run.

Then Chai Qingyue cried—though it wasn't quite crying, only her eyes turned red. She gently reached out her hand.