Chapter 45: Parting Ways with You

After settling the various trivial matters within the clan, Jiang Zhuo finally began to observe the town.

Pucheng, located in northern Fujian at the tri-provincial border of Fujian, Zhejiang, and Jiangxi, is a vital transportation hub connecting Fujian to the Central Plains, and also the place where his father grew up.

Aside from a few occasions when his father brought him back to their hometown to pay respects to their ancestors, Jiang Zhuo actually had no special impressions of Pucheng.

Osmanthus tea, oil-lamp cakes, stuffed sugar, bamboo shoot swallow soup...

Putting away his father's legacy...

Why did he still have tasks to complete, yet he was certain that if he could meet Shopkeeper Tao Tao again, he must tell her that he liked her, and that he wished to stay and grow old with her.

Liu Zhe'en was tidying up Ruan Xiyao's luggage nearby. Seeing Ruan Xiyao drink her medicine and converse slowly with Pei Zongche, she felt greatly comforted. She did not understand what had happened last time that led to this, but imagining Ruan Xiyao like this, the moment Ruan Xiyao recovered, she would definitely ask for a clear explanation.

Gentle words, like the warm spring breeze of March, stirred my heart—which had been swinging up and down unceasingly like a pendulum—into an extraordinary state of calm.

In an instant, the blade was hurled toward the back of the monster's heart, piercing into it without the slightest obstruction. The monster's body instantly tensed, and its head whipped around immediately.

A filthy man walked out from the depths, dragging a large object in his hand that was indistinct. As he drew closer, it became apparent that it was a corpse.

Consort Qin's face was ashen. If looks could kill, she would have killed the Prince of Dongping a thousand times over.

Black luxury cars drove into the vineyard one after another, stopping beside the sheltered carriage porch of the stone-capped ancient castle. Men in tailored suits and fedoras stepped out of the cars and walked into the castle.

In the end, Lu Zhiming failed to coax her and simply hoisted Yuan Mengmeng up again—as she stubbornly refused to let go of her chair—and carried her home along the way.

Naturally, as long as one passed the trials, the rewards were quite substantial. One could acquire numerous heavenly treasures and rare artifact-crafting materials rarely seen in the cultivation world.

A wave of ecstatic joy instantly flooded his heart, even making him want to turn his head to see if Mo Xiren and the others had followed him inside—this was also his last thought before his consciousness was cut off.

Some soldiers, watching as Dian Wei seemed on the verge of being beheaded, went limp and collapsed directly to the ground, while a yellowish stain seeped from the crotch of their trousers.

Thinking of this, Long Xing did not stop using his Measuring Heaven Ruler in his right hand for a moment, while his left hand produced two talismans, flicking them out in one motion. They were precisely two Blood-Burning Beast-凝ing Talismans.

That was essentially the content. Liu De had squeezed every drop of juice from his brain just to barely finish drafting the test, and then swore he would never make another test paper again, as it could literally work someone to death. However, this kind of examination needed to be gradually established as a routine, which would be of enormous help to his future reforms.

"Is there something dirty on my face? Why have you two been staring at my left cheek all this time?" Ning Ye asked, quite puzzled.

White Wolf produced another piece of fine cord and tied up the scroll. He did this just to be safe; in case the wax seal wasn't adhesive enough and cracked on its own due to wind resistance or vibration, it would create a lot of unnecessary trouble.

Mortals only knew the glory of the Golden Immortal, thinking it had reached the absolute peak, little knowing that he had his own pursuits.

He dared not continue speaking, afraid that if he did, he would genuinely be persuaded by this Marquis of Huai'an from Southern Qi to lead his troops and surrender the city of Xuzhou.

Dongming also wore a strange expression. He had figured it out by now: his senior brother could be very serious at times, but when he wasn't, it left others not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"A peculiar cultivation technique." That person's figure appeared before the pool of water, bending down to observe it as he praised, "Immaculate, extremely overbearing, and a fairly decent grade of spiritual energy. However, this speed is simply too slow!" The person began finding faults with the astral energy.