Volume 1, Chapter 25: The Divine Physician's Trial

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Although the professional qualification exam had a great many questions, they posed no challenge to him. In less than two days, Wang Huai handed in his paper.

For him, being able to earn a base salary while doing the work he loved was a form of supreme happiness.

Ian, the mastermind behind this chaos, was gloating. Even if Gloria arrived, telling her the truth would be futile; the fact remained that the refugee camp was short half a month’s worth of rations. Never mind half a month—the people there would likely reach their breaking point after just a week of hunger.

Bai Yu’s master sighed helplessly: "You make it sound so easy. The outer courtyard of the Heavenly Palace is guarded by the residual fundamental laws of the Supreme Dynasty. Even our founder could not detect its tracks."

A trace of pallor appeared on Luo Zhiying’s stunningly beautiful face, yet beneath that pallor, there lurked a hint of wild ecstasy.

Being an All-Star player is not just an honor; it is a responsibility. Responsibility to the fans, to the profession, and to the team.

Meanwhile, a gloomy atmosphere hung over Kentchini’s side. Kentchini’s wife had been staying in the hospital ward to keep her husband company.

Tang Qing lowered her eyes, signaling for him to let go. Seeing that he remained motionless, gripping her arm without the slightest awareness of her gesture, she couldn't help but feel a surge of impatience.

Furthermore, this was no ordinary hangman’s ghost. The fact that it could evade Wang Huai’s senses indicated that its rank was at least that of a Ghost Soldier.

However, in terms of overall strength, the Relic Race was the most formidable. This was primarily because their method of ancestral inheritance was so simple and they were so difficult to kill, giving them a significant numerical advantage over the other two races.

In the past, he had expended great effort to win his beloved's heart. Yet, with the war intensifying, he was either preoccupied with administrative affairs or leading troops on the front lines, leaving them little time together.

Although the spiritual energy in Qingyun Village was inferior to that of the Spirit Realm, its strength lay in its concealment. He believed few cultivators would imagine that this forgotten mortal world could still harbor such superior-grade crops.

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She muttered to herself, sensing the child in her womb stir, as if responding to her words.

Since inheriting the massive library of scriptures from the Hanging Temple, Fang Chen had spent considerable time organizing top-tier sound-based attack spells. To his surprise, among these spells were several that could produce unexpected, devastating effects if used in conjunction with specific, rare artifacts.

All he could do now was try his best to complete the tasks he had been assigned. His current predicament made Chen Bao think of ancient generals leading campaigns abroad, while the emperor, sitting deep within the palace, smiled as he brought their loved ones into the palace to be "well taken care of."

Therefore, this will hovered above the heavens, motionless, lest it lose the protection of destiny.

Argus agreed with the Prince of Shu’s suggestion. Glancing at the general beside him, he clasped his hands with a smile: "Prince of Shu, what about Yang Yue? During the Battle of Wuding River, he led the Tang army to slaughter many a brave Turk. I might as well tell you, the Turks are united in their hatred for the Great Tang!"

For a time, the city guards, risking their lives amidst the explosions of "Heaven-Shaking Thunder," utilized the few remaining bed-crossbows to launch a counterattack.

He waved his fists and roared wildly, as if he were a freedom fighter inheriting the glorious traditions of America.

With his spiritual power depleted, the subsequent breakthrough in his realm allowed his energy to surge back, fuller than before. His momentum grew rather than waned; having broken through to the Seventh-Crystal Martial Saint rank, he had stepped into the ranks of high-level Martial Saints, his internal energy far more concentrated than it had ever been.

Tan Yun turned his head and saw a boy in black, holding a mottled iron chain. His eyes, bright and cold like full moons, seemed capable of freezing the very heavens.

Yu Luo grew serious. A flash of black-red light flickered in his eyes, and his figure suddenly vanished from where he stood.

Just as Yuan Shao was seething with rage, two events occurred in the State of Ji on the same day that would fundamentally alter it. Simultaneously, the entire State of Huang was thrown into a flurry of activity, all sparked by a single letter.

It was no wonder the shopkeeper was so terrified; perhaps he was wondering why I had suddenly appeared, or if I intended to kill him and use him as an example.

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"Here! I won't eat it; you have it!" Long Ling'er and Li Yue'er, as if sharing a single mind, pushed their own bowls toward him.

The moment he saw Krul, Reinhardt’s blood-red robes fluttered. The momentum he had accumulated from months of killing reached its absolute peak.

It was then that Cui Bin saw many people emerging from the side of the cave entrance, accompanied by fluctuations of supernatural energy.

"General Xiong, I will go investigate the situation," said a soldier from Xiandeng Town. Having followed Zheng Fang to the State of Huang, he was a trusted subordinate of Qu Yi and well aware that Xiandeng Town had been annexed by the State of Huang. He was looking for an opportunity to prove himself.

Yet, death was a reality every soldier might face; even Xiao Mo was no exception. So, after a brief moment of sorrow, everyone pulled themselves together. After all, one cannot live forever in the past and in grief.

Faced with the reporters, Principal Zhou found himself overwhelmed and helpless, sweating profusely as he struggled to cope.

"Wang Han, I am going to ask you one question now. Can you answer me truthfully?" Jian Dan stared directly into Wang Han’s eyes.

When Wang Nan first told me he couldn't help, I thought about finding Brother Lei. But Brother Lei’s injuries hadn't fully healed yet, and he was still recuperating in the countryside. It would have been insensitive of me to call him here at a time like this.

Meng Niya said indignantly, as if wanting to stand up for the Demon Fox clan and preserve their bloodline.

Whether it was due to their lack of vigilance or their focus on attacking Mount Mao, they didn't notice us at all as we slipped past them from the flank.