Volume 1, Chapter 23: Three Thousand Years of Confucianism, and Half of Its Truth Belongs to Me

With every question Ye Chen posed, Xu Liunian found himself uncontrollably answering, "None!"

These Confucian mantras bombarded the hearts of the scholars present with relentless intensity. Meanwhile, scholars at the poetry gathering were experiencing breakthroughs in such rapid succession—as numerous as carp crossing a river—that they actually stirred the powers of heaven and earth.

"There is no bread, but you can go to the pastry station in the kitchen ahead and grab some steamed buns," Liu Mang replied after hearing Jeba’s words.

Moreover, in this wretched South Korean weather, she was bundled up in thick thermal underwear, a fleece-lined high-neck cotton sweater, and a black trench coat over it all, yet she still felt chilled. Just how many degrees below zero was it?

"Hey, what are you doing? What kind of devious scheme are you cooking up now?" I felt a bit uneasy the moment I saw Yan Yu'er’s expression. This person was likely looking for trouble again, intent on taking advantage of me.

"Stop acting so hypocritical; it’s obvious you’re settling personal scores. If you keep this up, Hu Yue won’t be able to take it," Liu Ruyan said indignantly.

"Shut up!" Ade felt an urge to fight the Chinese man in the next second. Even though he was usually low-key and reserved, encountering such an insufferable person made a physical confrontation seem like a viable option.

True masters hide among the common people. Every year, the college entrance exams reveal an overwhelming number of academic prodigies, their scores becoming increasingly formidable. Even Anna lacked confidence in the face of such competition.

Carrying a sense of anticipation, he hoped that by obtaining the Water Spirit Bead, he could alleviate the drought in the Great Ming Dynasty and stand against the drought-demon, Han Ba.

As a traditional center, Hibbert showed people potential and hope. But in front of An Jie, he undoubtedly exposed many weaknesses. His lack of physical strength and sluggish footwork made him incapable of holding his own against a truly elite center.

Going all out, Kunke’s body swelled to twice its size. Although it could not compare to the form Wang Qi took after merging with the Bone Dragon, it was still more than half that volume.

At 7:59, the students in the class suddenly swarmed into the classroom all at once. Even Xiang Dong, who was a habitual truant, walked in during the final thirty seconds.

Wang Bao didn't even have time to look closely at the situation inside the left tunnel before being dragged into the middle one by San Bengzi and the others.

Naturally, Xu Bing was even more delighted. Although she hadn't participated in the farce involving the eldest branch of the family, hearing about it brought her immense joy. For the past decade or so, she had been little more than a servant to Feng Qingqiu, and seeing her now in such a pathetic and disheveled state made her feel truly vindicated.

Gongsun Lanlan walked over with a smile. After sitting down, her beautiful eyes swept over the pieces on the board. She chose the black stones and began to move. Before long, the previously muddled game began to clear up.

Such earth-shattering news would surely leave anyone with a reaction similar to Liu Qingzhou's, wouldn't it?

Hiding not far away, Wang Bao and the others watched this shocking scene with their mouths agape, their hearts pounding and their limbs turning numb with fear.

"Even though the pirates have been repelled, the crisis is far from over. Even if you want to chase girls, you'll have to wait until the mission is finished," Zhong Ming said, before turning and walking away with a graceful gait.

The flickering neon lights made the night seem even more flamboyant. Just then, three luxury cars drove in from the distance: a Mercedes S-Class, a Lincoln Navigator, and a Range Rover.

Her departure was not voluntary; it was a last resort, forced upon her by the culmination of all these events.

"Hmph, this Thunder Beast was never yours to begin with; it was stolen from the human race," Tian Yuanjun snorted coldly.

In fact, all things considered, the mortality rate of unrestricted combat is far lower than that of boxing, as it relies more on joint locks than on heavy strikes to the head.