Chapter 122: Universal Education

The imperial examination system originated in the Sui Dynasty and did not conclude until the end of the Qing Dynasty. From the initial era of intellectual blooming to the final rigid constraints of the "eight-legged essay," the narrowing of examination topics simultaneously stifled the minds of scholars. Countless scholars spent their entire lives obsessively studying these essays, becoming slaves to the Four Books and Five Classics, epitomizing the notion that the scholar is the most useless of all. While the late imperial examination system suffered from severe drawbacks, its inherent merits cannot be entirely overlooked.

Lu Fan and Wang Ping first went to the school to pick up Wu Yuan and Jiang Jinghan; it was just past seven o'clock when they arrived at the restaurant.

"Holy cow!" An Jinlan lowered her voice, struggling to contain her shock.

The Marquis of Professionalism was pleased to see this. By leaving his nephew with Xu Hongyang, he hoped to put in a good word for his younger brother. Minister Cai had been on sick leave for over three months, and surely some would suggest he simply resign or accuse him of clinging to power. Since Xu Hongyang was a trusted confidant of Emperor Yong'an, a favorable word from him would certainly be effective.

"There are still some zombies remaining inside the base," Tang Yuan said, watching the zombies wandering directly ahead.

Reaching the stairs between the third and fourth floors, he glanced upward to see the security door tightly shut. Qin Yu frowned.

As a junior martial uncle, Feng Xingying felt it was truly disgraceful to have such a grandnephew, wishing she could simply purge him from the sect.

The members of the organization were all ruthless and cold-blooded. Lan Ke’s rank was clearly higher than his; having provoked her so recklessly, how could she possibly let him off?

Although she possessed her memories, he had never been someone protected by her. On the contrary, even when he knew nothing of the past or future, he was always able to protect her at the critical moment.

"Chengye... he regrets it..." Lin Meimei did not understand; could they not give her nephew one more chance?

Qing Yan’s emotions had calmed significantly. Confirming that Wang Hanyue was dead, he felt a dull ache in his heart. Although Qing Yan and Wang Hanyue did not have a deep bond, they had spent some time together; she had treated him well, and he had come to view her as a friend, even if her original intentions had been ulterior.

Upon entering the Valley of Gathered Yin, Duan Chen first paused to observe his surroundings for a while. Only after confirming that there were no issues did he proceed forward.

Just as he finished speaking, a voice as crisp as a bell and as beautiful as celestial music interjected, "What is it that could make me so happy?" As the voice spoke, a red silhouette appeared beside Baili Bing—it was Li Qingtian.

Looking at Ye Wei before her, Yu Zihan could not help but murmur his name. She found it hard to believe that Ye Wei had also become a hostage in the mall and had now been chosen by the kidnappers to go upstairs and retrieve the helicopter.

A moment of silence fell over the square. "Isn't that Renwu from the Dark Division of the Soul Palace?" "That man is a master of assassination, incredibly formidable!" The crowd began to murmur. Liu Xin’s eyes narrowed; since they had come up together, Lord Renwu had vanished. Where had he gone?

How long had it been since he called me Xue'er? Liu Ruixue looked at Wang Rong with a complex expression, a myriad of emotions swirling in her heart.

"Is this... a secret technique to boost one's power?" Sensing the terrifying, bloody aura of Mo Wu, Duan Chen frowned inwardly. Such secret arts were extremely rare, and it seemed that any technique capable of enhancing strength came at a great cost to the user.

Upon hearing this, Duan Chen dared not delay. He focused his mind, maintaining a state of extreme relaxation while allowing the demonic energy to enter his Divine Martial Spirit Seal.

He channeled the Abyssal Demon Fire from within his body, coating his palm with it, and then reached toward the transparent light barrier. As his palm touched the barrier, a mysterious ripple emerged, and he began to slowly push his way inside.

The giant sword’s opponent was naturally not Zhurong Peak, nor the experts fleeing in panic; its target was the blue-green light screen that continued to swirl above. It hovered over the curtain of light, proudly displaying its edge, manifesting a haughty and unstoppable power.