Chapter 30: A Stunning Debut

Xie Jinyu and her husband, Ye Changzheng, led everyone in the auditorium in a grand chorus. Standing at the side of the stage, Jing Ruoruo had intended to embarrass Xie Jinyu, but instead, she inadvertently provided Xie Jinyu with a platform to shine. The director of the Oriental Art Troupe, upon seeing the radiant and poised Xie Jinyu on stage, felt an immediate urge to nurture such talent. She anxiously reminded Jing Ruoruo once more, "Jing Ruoruo, follow the program schedule..."

Whoever was struck by her military strategist’s skill would freeze in place, their mind clouded in chaos, before shouting, "I rebel!" and grabbing their weapon to strike out wildly at their comrades.

"Hmm?" Correspondingly, the old Marquis faltered, a look of bewilderment crossing his savage, bestial face. Is this also a manifestation of authority?

Mu Zhiting naturally understood her mother’s stubborn nature. How could such a strong-willed person be intimidated into handing over the key by Lie Yan’s few words?

Behind her was a cold wall, and above that, a window. She had nowhere left to retreat, yet Yan Chen had already reached her.

Many of the mountain folk shared this anxiety. After all, it was their first time facing such a situation; they had never received this kind of training. Or rather, in the face of such a war, they inevitably felt some nervousness and needed to build confidence.

Xiang Yu slammed the table heavily. He didn't say a word, but I knew that Brother Yu was truly angry.

The "Hundred-Generation Wisdom" failed magnificently, and the various bosses laughed inwardly at the situation. It was a mockery; this fellow, the "Peerless Hero," seemed a bit unhinged now.

Ten breaths later, she fell into a deep sleep... It turned out she hadn't wanted to stay awake earlier; she had simply been too afraid to sleep. Now, enveloped in a warm and secure embrace, exhaustion immediately swallowed her.

After waiting for a while longer, the waiter brought the beer. The deputy mayor hurried to open the bottles, downed three large glasses himself, and kept insisting that he had been ignorant of proper etiquette.

His ancestors had produced immortals, so surely, cultivating to the realm of an immortal would not be too difficult for him.

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With time so tight now, one might as well skip the superficial pleasantries. If he didn't take them, everything would just be destroyed here anyway.

Liu Yizhi was truly puzzled. Yingzhou had seen great development, not just in agriculture, but also in industry, commerce, and maritime trade. Yet, the thought of countless impoverished people from the Central Plains flooding in, and the need to support so many soldiers, gave Liu Yizhi a headache.

Meanwhile, the Dream Master, who had been hiding in the shadows frantically recording everything Qin Yang said, suddenly froze, as if their spellcasting had been forcibly interrupted.

Pei Zhongde, who had followed Li Siyu, felt bewildered. He did not understand what had happened to cause such sudden tension, leading to the heavy encirclement of that tent.

The blood on his skin had turned a dark orange. From time to time, his wounds would split open, and fresh, bright red blood would flow out, covering the scabs that had formed earlier.

Li Yishan remained silent throughout the journey. Seeing Li Siyu suddenly jump off his horse and walk toward an old man supported by a child, he felt an indescribable, chaotic mix of emotions.

The old man dropped these words, called the coachman, and muttered something in the local dialect that no one could understand. The two then departed in an ox cart.

However, since Zhou Xuan’s goal was to comprehend the rules of this world, he did not directly practice martial arts.

Seeing Xu Zhe walk toward the burly man, the hunters resting in the Hunters' Guild knew a show was about to begin and sat down to watch. Their eyes held a uniform look of schadenfreude; they believed Xu Zhe was about to lose his temper and that this loose-lipped fellow was in for a miserable time.

Later that evening, she received a text message from He Zijun saying he had an urgent matter abroad, telling her to take good care of herself and, no matter what happened, to wait for his return before making any decisions.