Chapter One Hundred: The Silent Rival

The members of the Northern Association of Traditional Medicine had not realized the trap set by their Southern counterparts; even Yan Yuanqing himself merely thought the number of questions this time was rather excessive. He never considered any other possibility. It was the third round of testing, and the atmosphere on site began to feel subtly strange. The core members of the Southern Association of Traditional Medicine all seemed...

Five minutes later, Yang Luo sat by the computer, pounding furiously at the keyboard. Occasionally, he glanced back, his face full of grievance as he gazed at Xiao Lianmeng, who was watching a movie, her cheeks still tinged with a rosy blush.

Tianlu needed no reminder from the Master of the Moon. Before she could nag, it cut her off with a blunt remark, silencing her words.

The first time he met Qing Yi, both knew of each other's presence; it was that occasion on the platform at Dongshan Fu. The second time hardly counted as a meeting—he barely glanced at her before she left. After that, he never again saw the girl who, with a single smile, had left an impression on his heart.

Turning his face, half a day had already passed. As the sun sank in the west, the preliminary selection work for the first day was declared over.

China has always had the tradition of "the upper leads, the lower follow," as seen in history with the King of Chu's fondness for slim waists.

The middle-aged man ignored the situation Liu Yefei found himself in and continued to attack with his sword. This forced Liu Yefei into a corner, with no way out.

Not long afterward, he rose to fame during a music competition. Countless honors, endless praise, and innumerable temptations came one after another.

The chubby man cared little whether Yue Bai's bow was sincere. He simply enjoyed a hearty laugh and, feigning an old and pompous tone, uttered a sentence.

He felt both frustrated and tender, raising his palm to gently stroke her face, his voice unusually gentle.

Liu Qingyue heard footsteps and looked up to see Yang Luo, dressed up with an air of confidence. Her beautiful eyes sparkled, and she greeted him with a cheerful smile.

She tilted her head slightly, looking up at me with a sweet, radiant smile, as if genuinely delighted by something.

In fact, extracting an infant's soul from the shadow mark is quite simple—much like exorcising a spirit. A single exorcism talisman would suffice, but any talisman above the yellow grade must not be used. Its power is too great; a slight misstep could scatter the infant's soul.

But now, Zhang the Head Escort's senses were sharply heightened. Almost at the same instant, he accurately caught the intense flash of murderous intent in Young Master Liu Si's eyes.

He had just unleashed that palm strike, believing he had no chance of winning—driven entirely by the empress's arrogant attitude. Who are you to point fingers at me?

Comforting herself thus, Qin Ruojing relaxed quite a bit. Suddenly, she remembered the portable hard drive Tong Yaqi had given her. With Chu Ge and her sister both out of the house, she decided to check its contents. Who was Maria, after all?

Later, Liu Qi gathered a group of experts for revenge, only to be thoroughly taught a lesson by the girl. Since then, she had earned her place on the immortal path.

"You must understand, once you rescue Qin Shihuang, you may also unleash other celestial ghosts. When that happens, the world will be plunged into chaos. Are you certain you want to do this?" I murmured, frowning.

Old Master Dong gave no reply. He continued to retreat slowly, pursued by a sword pressed to his throat, forcing him back.

After a tense dinner, everyone originally intended to return to their rooms. However, Song Yuzhi insisted on dragging everyone out to explore the night market in Luoyang. Li Yunfei had not wanted to go, but was pulled along by Dan Wanqing to join the group strolling through the night market.