Chapter 831: One Hundred and Seventy-Eight: Mistakenly Entering the Scholar

One Hundred and Seventy-Eight: Mistakenly Entering the Scholar’s Chamber

Dawn was near; the moon had long since retreated behind the clouds.

Inside the private room, before the desk, Ouyang Rong lit only a single lamp, its pale glow casting light upon his face.

One man, one mirror—his shadow solitary.

At this moment, Ouyang Rong held the newly acquired square mirror with bent corners; after clearly reading the inscription upon it, he fell utterly still.

The room had no windows open, yet Ouyang Rong always felt the candle before him flickered weakly.

Dawn was near; the moon had long since retreated.

Before the desk, the stoic youth lit only a single lamp, its pale glow casting light upon his face.

At this moment, Ouyang Rong held the square mirror with bent corners; after clearly reading the inscription upon it, he fell utterly still.

The room had no wind, yet Ouyang Rong always felt the candle before him flickered weakly, trembling, causing his shadow cast upon the wall behind to sway left and right.

Did the fall of Qin begin here?

Deng Wanting’s voice faltered; she stared at the man before her, smiling with chilling malice, unable to utter a word for a long while.

From start to finish, Mo Jingche would never harm her—this Mo Jingche knew, and Bei Xuening knew too.

Suddenly, four hundred and thirty-two Tian Gang knives surged in power simultaneously; spiritual energy from heaven and earth began to surge. These hundred-odd cultivators, through sheer strength, activated the true power of the Tian Gang Blade Array, drawing in celestial and terrestrial forces to amplify their own.

“Jialan, who exactly are you?” At last, she could no longer hold back, whispering inwardly.

“Since we cannot guarantee a single decisive strike, we must conserve our strength and fight with all we have,” Yu Feng said gravely.

Both sides will jointly establish three checkpoints, using a best-of-three format; according to the agreed rules, the most outstanding young talents from each family shall challenge the trials, and may seek outside aid—though how much aid they receive depends entirely on the families’ respective influence.

“How could this be? Why doesn’t Hua Yileng believe anything in the video?” Zhou Xuanjun looked deeply troubled.

The light upon her body grew ever brighter, enveloping her entire face, making her appear lifelike, as if flushed with blood, ready to awaken at any moment.

As they drew nearer to the capital, Bei Xuening also noticed that the sky had lately grown strangely odd.

Helpless, Shangguan Xi told Rong Yancheng that if he ever needed her help, she would answer without hesitation.

The group discussed the matter here, yet failed to notice that not far away, Fu Dianchen sat beside Nangong Jinghong, glancing at them occasionally.

He did not wish to die; he wanted to live, and above all, to find Yue Meng. Just now, he had mustered the courage to fight only because there was no other path—standing still to be bitten to death was not an option; he had to fight for his life.

Yet, since this Lin Hao was so brutish and unreasonable, he suited Wang Tianba’s taste perfectly.

But upon entering the village, he heard his parents’ loud curses, mingled with the barking of village dogs and the shouts of neighbors holding torches outside, creating a lively commotion.

And this crucial kill by Wang Shi naturally drew cheers from the commentators and audience; fans of the Lion King Team erupted in joy both in the arena and on the live-stream.

We jumped into the water now; Jiuxing Tian could only circle helplessly above the surface. This spot is highly concealed—if it makes any move, we can simply dive underwater and remain undetected.

Mingzhong’s skin began shifting from black to red; within moments, the red deepened to dark purple, and finally, the purple darkened again into black.

“What’s wrong? Do you want me to bid for you?” Chu Lan noticed Lin Hao’s hesitation, assuming he was still troubled by the stone, and urged him.

In just a few sentences, its human speech grew smoother; these two words now sounded no longer awkward as before.

Du Hang did not understand tea culture, so he spoke plainly: he could not discern any flavor, but still thanked the president for the after-school afternoon tea.

Lin Zichen and the others perked up, raising their heads—a dark shadow appeared in the room, seated in the main position.

“Mr. Julian, this is James. I’m glad to hear your voice,” James said.

Jiang Moli, flying toward the Kai Ling herb, saw Chu Junting in danger, spun mid-air, and darted toward Chu Junting.