Volume One, Chapter 92: Qin Bao Has Become a Duke!

Zhang Guang immediately widened his eyes.

Again?

Before this, Qin Bao’s title of Grand Academician of the Hall of Literary Deliberation had also been fabricated by the emperor by borrowing from the precedent of the Zhou dynasty.

Still, perhaps this was one of my own flaws. If I had used a gun back then, Mark might not have killed me so easily, and I might still have had a chance to escape. But if I had not died, I might never have discovered the sinister scheme Death Night had plotted against me.

Flowers bloomed everywhere in May, and with dozens of gardeners tending and pruning the grounds every day, the whole estate looked like an imperial palace garden, beautiful beyond words. Here, Blue Feather saw works of art everywhere and rare plants in every direction.

When Wu Yuan saw that Shen Tong was not disguised, he broke into a cold sweat, and only after seeing Tasha’s attitude toward Shen Tong did he finally relax.

She knew that another consciousness, Felicia, still existed within Su Jun’s body, so she naturally assumed that what Su Jun had just said was due to Felicia.

“Why are you so agitated?” Liu Yufei even wondered whether the other man meant to crush his hand bones.

He told himself that only in this way could he live up to the family affection he had gained after so much hardship. It was this affection that filled the empty corner in his heart all these years.

“Have you never thought about surviving? Do you think that by sacrificing yourself, many people will remember you, and you will become some so-called martyr?” Her words were icy, utterly without warmth.

Just as that thought crossed my mind, I suddenly felt a killing intent swiftly closing in on me. I immediately turned my gaze toward the window. Through the dense curtain of rain, I could see a dagger spinning through the air toward me.

After saying this, Su Hang gathered up all the materials in front of him, turned, stepped down from the platform, and went straight toward the back door.

Graybeard only felt as though he had just walked through the gates of hell. His back was already soaked with cold sweat. Pressing a hand to his chest and steadying himself against the still-damp cement wall, he struggled to his feet and walked out.

For this, he could promise many things, but whether he would fulfill them was another matter entirely.

Even if I feel sorrow, it is only helplessness. If I am to respect myself, I must stay away from those who drain me, harm the innocent, and are themselves only the branches and leaves of a vast human snare. I no longer even wish to keep company with those who are close to the people draining me, for fear of learning some piece of news that would fill me with grief and fury.

Everyone in the Wudang Sect was fond of Zhang Wuji, whether it was the Grandmaster, the various martial uncles, or the other disciples.

“Movement techniques are of little use. You’d do better to choose offensive martial skills that can greatly increase your combat strength,” Ji Ziyue said helplessly.

The other notebook carried with him was one Xia Luo had specially written for Lei Yun. In it, the introduction to the Mine-Seeking Art was recorded in a simple manner; naturally, that content came from the production system.

Such a bizarre scene... It was highly likely that the Red Tiger Clan, which had been preparing to meet up with them, had come under attack by the Tiger Tribe.

When Su Hang announced a certain number, the last few people inside and outside the hall who still had not quite understood finally realized what this young novelist was doing.

It was also a rather bewildering day, as if I had been busy all along, yet compared with those classmates who had already made up their minds to prepare for the graduate entrance examination and followed the textbook outline every day, everything I did felt intangible and unreal.

A man in close-fitting black attire wore an expression of faint apology, yet the persistence in his eyes spoke of stubborn resolve.

Jin Yanjiao stared at Ming Shen’s retreating figure, only to feel an uncontrollable shudder in her chest. On her deathly pale face, the fear in her heart quietly showed through.

As soon as Old Town saw that someone actually dared to strike back, he immediately rushed up, intent on fighting Old Matters to the death. For that kick, Old Man also simply joined the fray.