Chapter 1135: Is the Ancestor's Blessing Really This Effective?

"Probably..." The Emperor of Xia nodded, hesitation in his voice.

To prevent the examiners from leaking the questions, he had crafted them all himself.

The trouble was, when he was writing the questions, he never anticipated having to answer them.

Yet, he had ascended the throne on sheer merit, and his literary prowess was among the most exceptional of any Xia emperor in history; to say he could answer them was an absolute certainty.

"If you can, stop wasting time and start writing!" Jiang Ping'an glared. Out of the three of them, he was the only educated soul. What was he waiting for—for Jiang to write it for him?

Should that happen, not only could his dream of becoming the Vice Dean of the Jinde Academy be utterly dismissed, but even his position as the Hall Master of the Flying Sword Hall might hang by a thread. It could even provoke the fury of the Five Elements Sect's upper echelons and the high officials of the imperial court.

They had already entered the battlefield, and sentimentality could not save lives. Whatever decision was made, it had to be weighed against the highest probability of survival. Wan Ke's complacency in their current predicament made him genuinely unfit to command the troop; it was far more appropriate for him to take the reins.

The plump man possessed a lower cultivation base, leaving him entirely blind to the dragon pulse within Li Hao's body, which left him somewhat bewildered by his leader's words.

The interior was austere, yet meticulously tidy, with clothes hanging to dry on one side—every single garment covered in patches.

"Sister, sister!" Within the black tea shop, Nangong Nayue was selecting varieties from the cabinet when she suddenly caught a rather familiar voice.

After all, it was out of a genuine affection for the Heavenly Sword that everyone had gathered here, so the initial hope was that they could grow and progress together like a family.

Sane, however, departed at the very first opportunity. Though he deeply wished to take this moment to ruthlessly strike down Siers and the others, it was glaringly obvious that Bronzebeard—one of the two dwarves over there who were currently locking eyes like a pair of smitten toads—would certainly never let him have his way.

Feeling a tremendous impact tear through their bodies, those dozen or so elite disciples of the Netherworld Palace were simultaneously blasted into nothing but dust.

Those who had watched the complete Tsukihime plot during the night were fast asleep now, leaving the current voices on the internet to be manipulated by those self-righteous media outlets.

Tang Feng was not anxious about visiting the family; after all, it was a done deal, and he feared that even if the Ye family wished to stop it now, they no longer could.

"A SIM card is merely an identification card that provides multimedia communication for a mobile phone. For me, this backward method of identification is exceedingly easy to alter, hack, and leak information from. Its security coefficient is evaluated at level three, whereas the highest level of security is level seven."

"No, I don't believe it," He Shi muttered to himself, shaking his head violently, entirely unaware that the bowl of porridge in his hand had overturned.

Xu Zheng let out a soft sigh and began to give detailed instructions. Once his orders were complete, he left Mo Yi behind and turned to walk straight out.

Xiao Juetian's heart violently seized, his breath catching instantly as cold sweat broke out across his forehead.

The old man's eldest son looked at Ning Feng and spoke. Entering at the same time, the second son frowned upon hearing his older brother's words. When his brother had called him just moments ago, a foreboding premonition had gripped him, and now, listening to the eldest speak, that premonition only grew more intense.

Those clan members who had died so tragically back then—just how desperate must they have been when facing the suddenly arriving cultivators of the Divine Race?

Behind him, four young men stood with arms crossed and severe gazes, looking upon Huangfu Xin and her companions as if they were looking at enemies.

Regrettably, these two eras were far too extraordinary; many ancient and powerful clans had survived, enduring in the world, which caused this era to bloom with an unprecedented, brilliant splendor.

Recalling the furious curses of Emperor Chengqian in the palace, the Prince of Pingcheng was instantly consumed by a raging fire in his heart; he smashed the teapot to pieces and rushed out of the room.

People always possess something they desire to do, even if there are times they themselves do not understand why they act the way they do.

Instead, it concealed a hidden trial, one that concerned whether Zongjian Jiutian could receive the full and unreserved assistance of Xuan Zhenzi's lineage in the future.

To put it plainly, the Ning Jue of his past life was a lunatic suffering from severe delusional disorder and late-stage chuunibyou.

Lord Eighth Rabbit gave Meng Chunyu a reassuring look, and then, a sky-surging aura violently erupted from his body.