Volume 1, Chapter 30: You Are the One Who Should Get Out

After entering the temple, everyone immediately saw over a thousand cultivators employing various techniques, fiercely competing for the dozens of glowing orbs suspended in the sky.

Uchiha Zheng’s eyes appeared somewhat vacant, but under Uchiha Ling’s guidance, he nodded mechanically.

If Lin Zhiyu knew that Jiang Yu’s mind contained a tailwind map comparable to the Qingfeng Tablet, she would most likely lose her temper.

However, upon closer inspection, Wang Miao noticed distinct cracks on the bone; although it seemed whole, it could be easily separated.

Yu Ci was right—only Tao Xingzhou could be so intimately familiar with her past experiences.

She even knew that if Wang Miao hadn’t insisted on hearing his sister play the pipa earlier, she would have been defeated long ago.

Just as Sheng Bainian was about to make a move, Bai Zhiya rushed in, determined to stand with Cheng Feng through thick and thin.

Seeing the title, Luo Li took a deep breath, gulped down a mouthful of soy milk, set down her chopsticks, and solemnly pressed play.

“You must bear the consequences of your mistakes. Is there anything wrong with what I said?” Wu Di said coldly.

Only Liu Xiu truly understood the reason behind his smile—it was nothing like what others imagined.

Of course, the name meant little to them; after all, once you go to someone else’s house, you must trust them.

Hearing Huang Yaoshi’s tone suddenly turn cold, Ouyang Feng instinctively sensed something amiss, yet despite his cunning, he could not discern which of his actions had offended Huang Yaoshi.

Observing her anger barely contained, yet still bringing him a stool, Li Yan knew she was one of the few who genuinely cared for him.

“Now that the governor is dead and Elder Zhu has forsaken his martial arts, Chu Long, the fate of this situation rests solely on you!” Qiu Linyin declared.

“Don’t look at me like that; I have no such intentions,” Danzo replied irritably.

Uchiha Jiyue hurried back to the clan territory but did not return home; instead, he went straight to the northern training ground.

The second son of the Li family was truly generous to his sister, carrying at least twenty pounds of rice and flour early in the morning.

It became clear that this unrest was not baseless; someone was inciting the workers through inside and outside collusion.

Most crucially, with Rox’s death, his subordinates had become ruthless pirate lords dominating the seas.

Mu Ze, seeing the Fengluan Flower nearby, chuckled, “Seems the Fengluan Flower does have some effect. If we can capture Chu Wan Ning, then… using her in a sacrifice would count as her contribution to this lord.”

Of course, money had to be spent; after all, these funds were hard-earned by Xia Qiu.

The old emperor, looking at the agreement signed by Xie Rui and Su Heng, then at Xie Rui holding his tender wife by his side with an air of finality and urgency, trembled with anger. The breath he barely regained almost escaped again.

Disney could sell cartoon toys, Mickey Mouse, Donald Duck—why couldn’t they sell the White Lady and Xu Xian? Traditional Chinese landscape paintings, paper umbrellas, even theatrical costumes could all be marketed.

Xian Dao’s defense was timely, but with Lin Chen already in action, Lin Chen’s sharpshooting skill rendered the defense ineffective. Xian Dao, having jumped with effort, watched bitterly as the basketball skimmed mere centimeters from his fingertips.

“I sincerely apologize for letting two insignificant people disturb madam’s peace. It won’t happen again; please rest assured,” Shen Qingwu said with a smile while sipping her tea, just as Zhai Yi softly knocked and entered, apologizing to her.

Naturally, none of this concerned Wu Li; his priority now was filming his first online short drama.

The path of demon cultivation involved mastering the ‘Primordial Demon Scripture,’ transforming obsession into an otherworldly demon, manifesting as the current Divine Wheel.

“Your audacity grows ever thicker!” Shen Qingwu’s mother and grandmother chuckled awkwardly behind her as she shot Gu Jingfeng a sharp glance, then twisted his waist with her hands. But the man’s muscles were too firm to twist, leaving her helpless, so she resorted to pinching him, causing Gu Jingfeng to laugh heartily.

Throughout the day, various news agencies exchanged information while awaiting tomorrow’s press conference.

“I just hope you won’t be mischievous!” Lin Chen said exasperatedly, relieved it was Lin Zhiling teasing him; with anyone else, he wouldn’t know how to respond.

“Here’s some good news: Liang Haoze is gone! He’s gone back abroad!” Wei Lan rolled her eyes before explaining why she suddenly invited them to dinner.

Of course, he didn’t take it seriously. Though a man with ambition and a spirit of adventure, he understood the market was no mere child's play.

Because of past events, he felt he had truly wronged Wei Lan and thus didn’t know how to face her.

Previously, he was a dashing young man in his twenties, distinguished and confident, with some years of work experience.

After she left, the chief planner furrowed his brows even deeper. Anyone recommended by Old Zhang either possessed extraordinary talent or powerful backing.

With Old Zhang’s endorsement, Su Xinning devoted herself entirely to creation. Simultaneously, she sought to clear her name, unwilling to be branded a plagiarist in her latest composition.

Unexpectedly, Wei Lan ignored him completely, plucked a leaf, lay down, and covered her eyes. Comfortably, she began a peaceful nap, leaving Mu Hanchen awkwardly sitting in the tree. Watching her sleep under the sun, Mu Hanchen smiled faintly and lay down beside her.