30. The C+ Grade Examination Paper, the Ruins of Heavenly Prison

Shen Feiyu drew his dagger, gutted the wild pheasant, removed all the internal organs, and rinsed it clean, finally finishing the task.

Li Yi was now blinded by bloodlust, driven by an inner path of destruction and slaughter. Instead of retreating, he pressed forward even more fiercely.

"Since you are so clever, can you not guess who is behind this?" Wei Cuizhi replied timidly.

Lu Bu sent men to post notices in the eastern, southern, western, and northern parts of the city. Another notice was posted at the entrance of the "Huaxia People's Bank."

The message was clear: if one wished to serve as an official, there were only two paths—to be a filial son or an honest magistrate.

Under such an onslaught, Yi Tianxing seemed a beat slower, failing to dodge some of the attacks entirely.

Jian San, seeing Li Yi suddenly acting as if he had lost his mind and actually sneering at the demon, thought Li Yi’s brain had short-circuited. He immediately grabbed Li Yi by the collar, intent on dragging him away.

"Men, send out scouts again along the direction of the Black Tiger Heavenly Prison Pass to see if any of the scouts previously dispatched have returned!" Half a quarter of an hour later, County Magistrate Xu Qing spoke. Recovering from the shock of the 150,000-strong enemy force, he felt a deep sense of trepidation and began to set his plans in motion.

"What? The Ouyang family?" Situ Zhaiyue, failing to grasp the situation, continued to trot along behind Xiao Cuo, oblivious.

Qin Hao, having received Jin Muzi’s response, sneered. From the moment he learned that Jin Muzi was the son of the master of Golden Scale Island, his mind had been racing to devise a plan—a scheme targeting the island itself, with Jin Muzi as a key part of it.

Du Heng had struggled immensely to ensure the destruction plan proceeded to this point without being sabotaged or disrupted by his own hand.

The most peculiar group was the ninth-grade faculty, where the teachers for Class 6 of the ninth grade had gathered, successfully drawing the attention of other staff members as well.

The Seven-Star Sword plummeted unsteadily. Wang Fei’s primordial spirit felt a wave of dizziness, as if he had been struck on the head with a club. His yin spirit, shaken, involuntarily detached itself from the Seven-Star Sword.

They assessed the terrain, entered a high-rise building ruled by darkness at the street corner, and made their way to the sixth floor.

Five intact wine pots flew over from the floor, from the splintered wooden table, and even from beside the corpses, stained with blood.

He held himself with the air of a god who ruled over all living things, as if no one dared to defy his will.

Xia Meng did not drink, and naturally, she did not join them; she created a barrier of her own and happily tucked into her hot pot.

Although she believed in the Great God’s ability, this was, after all, a national-level competition where all the participants were top-tier academic elites and geniuses from every province. The intensity of the competition was unimaginable.

After returning to the guesthouse, Xia Meng hid in her room and entered her space to begin preparing for the black market the next morning.

Seeing her adorable expression, Ling Muchen tried hard to maintain a straight face, but it crumbled, and the corners of his mouth curled upward involuntarily.

Along the way, Wang Jingyu recounted everything Qu Lingling had said to insult Luo Qingyan, which left Tan Yuesheng extremely indignant. He did not believe Wang Jingyu would lie; therefore, it meant that this Qu Lingling had indeed uttered those insulting and vicious words.

However, she had not updated her Weibo feed, which only contained old posts, and Ling Muchen felt a sudden sense of disappointment.

After a night of rest, both Elder Xue and Uncle Eleven showed significant improvement in their spirits, though Elder Xue’s face remained somewhat pale from his recent illness.

Eisen and Zhou Zhendong exchanged views on the upcoming visit to Huaxia. Finally, Eisen left the embassy in high spirits. Upon returning, he immediately hired people to investigate the situation of Yuan Jing’s family.

Penniless Huang Wuye finally had a full purse. Feeling it was enough, he didn't bother finding channels to sell his medicinal concoctions but instead headed straight for the Liufeng Pavilion branch in Mingyue City.

Tang Yu sighed inwardly. If Pei Qiqi had said these words in the past, it would have been a massive joke, but now, she could not have been more serious.

Ye Xiangnan said nothing more to her, nor did he sleep; he simply folded his arms across his chest and stared quietly in the direction of Ye Xun.

By the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the Changchun Garden was bustling with activity. Once tomorrow passed, the formal festivities would be over, and everyone would return to their busy lives. The entire Spring Festival had been quite unpleasant for the royals; the Mongol leaders had caused endless trouble at the Lifanyuan, leaving Kangxi and several of the princes with splitting headaches.

Li Ling should have been at the central fortress of the Soul-Body Clan, connecting via video link to participate in this supreme meeting, but she had appeared in person on the warship and taken her seat in the conference hall.

As for the chairman of the Anqing Association, the role was eventually handed to Wei Dingqi. Zhu Muyun found this acceptable. After all, his relationship with Wei Dingqi was currently decent, and Zhu Muyun was even the honorary leader of the Anqing Water Transport Group that Wei Dingqi ran.

Chang Sheng recalled the despicable conduct of Ming Qing and the disgusting, fearsome gaze he had cast upon him. A surge of rage welled up in his heart, but knowing it was not the time to act, he suppressed it. However, his good mood was ruined, and he sat in silence, feeling stifled.

Yet the scale of the sea of flames was astonishing, far exceeding the range of Lan Xiu’s fireball attack. The sea of flames burned with scorching tongues of fire, pursuing Xilie relentlessly, as if about to consume the youth.

That raised the question: in the current honeymoon period between China and the United States, by bringing up the Korean War, were you intending to stir up trouble between the two nations?

"What time do you think it is that you still have the leisure to joke around?" Yvette grabbed Nancy by the ear and dragged her over, complaining, while the latter immediately began to cry out in pain.