32. This Goes Beyond the Syllabus.

As Zheng Yifan entered this area, a sudden chill crept down his spine; the ruins here had been reduced to nothing but scattered rubble, and the towering skyscrapers had vanished completely.

Compared to the slow grind of earning seniority as a personal attendant to a general, being appreciated by Kira Yoshitoki and appointed as a magistrate was a shortcut to the heavens. Now, the entire capital knew that Kira Yoshitoki was a favorite of both the Imperial Court and the Shogunate; hitching his wagon to such a rising star would undoubtedly provide boundless benefits for his future.

Following the crisp sound, Lan Feilin walked in gracefully, trailed by several maids and guards.

Upon hearing this, Deng Qiuping quickly replied with a smile, "That's settled then! When the opportunity arises, I must have a good chat with you, Mr. Wu. Let me see you out." With that, he escorted Wu Tianlin all the way to the elevator.

Mo Qingcheng radiated a brilliant halo of glazed flames, shrouding the world around her and shielding Qin Wentian’s body.

An oil lamp sat on the table, crafted from crude iron. Its pea-sized flame could barely illuminate half the room, betraying the poverty and dire straits of its owner.

"Roar!" The rampaging zombies let out their final cries. The sea seemed to boil as the ocean’s apex predator appeared before Zheng Yifan.

As it was currently the months leading up to the autumn harvest—a period outside the peak of agricultural labor—Kira Yoshitoki planned to send out envoys to spread the word and win over the powerful clans first. He intended to determine tax burdens and military service based on land productivity, total population, and age demographics, rather than relying on the crude and barbaric method of using stone-yield assessments for everything.

There were very few copies of the newspaper printed; only two existed in the entire Danzhou Port, one of which was reserved exclusively for the Count’s villa.

For menial disciples like Liu Meilan, their status was low. Yet, because they worked in the Ziyun Main Hall, the outer and inner sect disciples who came to visit were all unfailingly polite to them, which gave them hope for their own futures.

When Yan Che had just finished dealing with the saber-toothed tiger’s carcass, he discovered that the beast had been injured even before their battle.

Fishing is not about whether one can catch a fish, but about the mood of waiting for the bite. Therefore, Qiu Shaoze usually never caught anything, yet he found great joy in it. In his own words, those who know how to fish are those who know how to enjoy life, and thus, Qiu Shaoze had always considered himself the master of enjoying life.

"Wuhen, you are only concerned for her safety, but do you not realize the Imperial Court is about to dispatch troops to annihilate our sect?" Cang Miao walked in.

Looking at the kind gaze of Han Dongliang, I nodded silently and swallowed the brain core. Once it hit my stomach, a warm current spread from my gut, leaving even my heart feeling warm.

Finally, a three-headed tiger let out a roar toward the heavens, opened its blood-stained jaws, and lunged at Qian Ling. Seeing this, the other beasts roared in unison and pounced, surrounding Qian Ling in the blink of an eye.

"Why didn't you say it wasn't fair when it was being divided? What's the point of saying this now that we're home? Are you complaining that Mom didn't divide it fairly?" Thinking this, Tian Xiu felt unhappy.

Yan Che feigned a look of embarrassment, and when Yao Lan rubbed against his cheek, he was completely won over.

In the war between Mexico and the United States, Mexico lost most of its territory. Since then, it has always harbored hatred toward the United States, and it was that very war that formed the foundation for the later Mexican state.

Meng Yu and Shen Bingqing were close, old friends; naturally, they felt immense reluctance to part. The light cavalry of Muchen, sharing the same source, also felt a deep sense of kinship.

Without the Zhang family backing him, how could Gu Fan alone compete with the other three major families?

Looking at the yin energy value displayed on the panel, Lin Fan confirmed that he had indeed obtained a bit of yin energy from the corpse of Qin Jiabao.

The immortal blade was an unknown artifact of great power; it looked even sharper than the immortal blade wielded by Zuo Dao. Moreover, it was clear that Chu Tiange’s swordsmanship was exceptionally refined. In an instant, shadows of the blade danced in unpredictable patterns, forcing the criminal to retreat repeatedly.

If one were to use this meteorite to craft a sniper rifle, there was no doubt that the weight of the finished product would be considerable.

Fortunately, the storm did not cause much damage to it, and with a protective shield on the exterior, no one felt the dangers brought by the tempest.

Wang Shu sat on the eaves, enjoying the cold wind brushing against his face, contemplating the emptiness of "it is lonely at the top."

Lin Fan instructed the nine men to equip themselves with gear identical to the other nine, and ordered everyone to carry their blades.

At the same time, it was snow-white, solemn in appearance, flowing with immortal light. It vibrated its wings, looking exceptionally magnificent, with auspicious clouds beneath its feet, as if it had descended from the Celestial River.

Gently picking up the token, he found it was exactly as he had expected. He had not anticipated that the Ice Phoenix Snow God would harbor such deep obsessions, leaving behind such an object before her death. It was truly interesting.

Lei Yun clearly perceived the terrifying power of Black Impermanence’s punch. His pupils constricted, his expression shifted drastically, and he hurriedly crossed his arms in front of his chest.

Don't joke around. This is Tianxing Town, and right inside the mountains lies the Penglai Realm—that is where the immortals live.