Volume 1, Chapter 157: A bewitching song, truly mesmerizing, another legendary masterpiece!

"A lie takes a second to spread, but the truth takes miles to catch up. It’s hard to imagine the immense pressure he must have been under, yet he still showed up to his concert to endure the abuse and even prepared a new song for us!"

"We owe him a ticket!"

"The people who started these rumors are despicable. We must catch them and bring them to justice!"

"It’s so pitiful. Our Jie-Jie was framed; he must feel so wronged!"

"My heart aches for baby Jie-Jie!"

The hotel scandal finally saw a massive turnaround. The tide of public opinion shifted in an instant. Everyone was now clearing Wang Junjie’s name, and his new song quickly became a trending topic.

"Counter-Attack"

The song seemed to carry a certain symbolic meaning, reflecting the time Wang Junjie spent enduring the smears and false accusations...

Shang Jingsheng crouched down to get a closer look. It was a flying sword, about three inches long and entirely ink-black. It looked completely ordinary, devoid of any mystical glow, but since its owner was qualified to enter the fifth level of Lingfeng, it could hardly be mundane.

Perhaps only the insects and ants among the weeds on the ground were spared, as no one bothered to pay them any mind.

Facing the massive vines, Bingxin became the field commander for the assault, her ice-based attacks precisely targeting the markers of their foes.

This was the second task Liu Qingshan had assigned to the Dragon Blade team. He hadn't even disclosed it to Elder Liu because the stakes were too high; the slightest misstep could lead to the team being surrounded and wiped out while executing their orders.

Exactly right. In that final strike, Ye Youxiang’s intent was not to kill the "ghost," but to offer it salvation.

Just then, Takahashi Reika’s men pulled up in a black business sedan, stopping right in front of the two, followed by several other luxury cars.

With these four factors combined, Weili now viewed Shang Jingsheng as a peer and a rival, an enemy far more formidable than Liu Yuan.

There were lamps, bells, and an old monk on the pagoda. When the lamps lit up, hope was visible; when the wind blew, the bells chimed melodiously. Only the old monk, aged and weary, chanted scriptures that no one could understand.

In the dead of winter, the old man stood there smiling, stark naked, his bony frame exposed and wearing only a pair of oversized trunks.

Sifu felt a pang of regret. She was truly delighted that Liu Qingshan had come at such a moment, as it proved that in this man’s heart, she was still somewhat different from the Jade Goddess.

Two, three, five, ten... In a flash, fifteen rainbows stretched across the sky.

As the sun sank, its vibrant glow traced a magnificent golden line across the distant horizon. In the prosperous city of Green Ring, horns blared along the winding pine-oil road, painting a picture of thriving activity.

Every time Lin Yi visited the Nanluo Lane arcade, he would play a few rounds on the fishing machines in the basement. He didn't have to pay even if he lost, and winning... well, there wasn't any real money involved anyway; it was purely for fun. He wanted to experience everything he hadn't played before.

Glancing at the large hand resting on her shoulder, Baili Lan raised an eyebrow, gave it a sharp twist with one hand, and then slipped away amidst Nangong Jinchen’s pained scream.

The coffee in Concubine Wu’s mouth sprayed out instantly, landing squarely on Lin Yi’s face.

"Oh! It's my third brother. No wonder the lights dimmed here," Ye Wei laughed, signaling Ye Wu to sit opposite him. After the nanny served tea and withdrew, he spoke.

"So, this must be Princess Zhuang." Shi Xilan didn't answer Chu Xiaoge directly, instead turning the conversation straight to Xia Nuanyan.

Far away in Mongolia, his "convenient" father was having a much easier life. After Zhang Yunchuan and Chen Lao'er returned with large shipments of grain, their status in the tribe rose significantly, and the people who had been monitoring him were withdrawn.

"You may begin the step trials from now on. The experiment will last for six days. If you encounter any unavoidable danger, simply throw out or crush the jade tablet, and you will be automatically teleported out of this Axe Mountain." The voice, soft as a spring breeze, echoed once more.

"I wouldn't dare compare myself to the grandson of the divine physician Lin Baixiu!" Qing Ze turned his head away arrogantly.

Everyone remained silent. They had all seen the fortifications of the rear stronghold, and with the Jiang family’s ample supply of arrows, a frontal assault would surely be a suicide mission. The walls were high, separated by a moat, and even if they managed to get scaling ladders up, they were immediately hacked down. The Jiang family’s rear stronghold was even tougher to take than the provincial capital itself.

"Then why can't we feel it anymore?" This time, Zete and Qin Ji asked in unison.

Cheng Xin ate a spoonful of canned food for every negative thing she said about Qin Ming, trying to soothe her pent-up frustration. By the time she finished the can, Qin Ming emerged from the kitchen with the dishes.

Time slipped away, and the night passed. Qin Yue was the last to fall asleep, yet she woke up the earliest.

Relying on his exceptional stealth, the Phantom Cicada not only hid well within the mountains but also ambushed the three elders of the Xu family multiple times. Though he didn't inflict major damage, he kept the three in a state of constant terror.

Although Zhao Rui noticed Qin Ming’s state, he didn't pry. The professionalism Qin Ming displayed while acting was enough to prove his commitment, regardless of whether he had a hidden agenda.

Ilona was stunned. Judging by Zete’s expression, he seemed serious. Although she had decided to act cool and disregard her own life, it was clear that Zete had no intention of saving her... Ilona was heartbroken.

The Spirit-Moving stage cultivator summoned his courage and spoke calmly, looking at Liu Dingtian with some confusion.

As her feet touched the ground, Xiang Huaying clapped her hands together with a metallic "clink," her ten fingers curling like hooks as she lunged for the idol. Hong Yueling descended from the roof, and seeing Xiang Huaying engaging the idol, she chuckled and struck at Jiang Anyi, who was sitting on the ground. To her, the guards protecting Jiang Anyi were as good as dead.

"We can discuss anything you like. If it benefits the Xu family, then we shall all be pleased," said the Great Elder of the Xu family.

"Isn't that just what life is? Look on the bright side; no matter what happens, there’s always a way to solve it," Xiao Wan comforted Sun Damei.

Once, they had ridden horses in fine clothes, laughing at the world; now, the settled state of mind... remained the same.