Volume One, Chapter 179: Sever All Resources of Sky Entertainment!!

“President Ye, it seems that once again, the historical variety show your Mango Media is producing is destined to take first place; we can only compete for second, third, or fourth,” Wang Meimei, head of variety shows at Beta Enterprises, said with a smile. “However… the official backing and traffic don’t seem to match even the casual viewership Mango Media gets for one of its variety shows!”

Her words carried a hint of flattery. Yet Ye Wanqing herself was undoubtedly capable. Moreover, the person flattering her was Wang Meimei, director of Beta Cinema’s variety division—the daughter of Wang Zuolin, the emperor of the Beta Group empire. Such sycophancy, coming from someone of that stature, bore considerable weight and significance.

Similarly, for Su Cen, when he offered advice and guidance, if the other party agreed to “join forces,” it would mark the beginning of a promising new venture.

A tremendous roar echoed for several seconds, like a series of thunderclaps bursting overhead. Although the destruction of the Fiery Sun Needle shocked Tang Rong and the Tang Sect, the chained great blade, which seemed to have gained sentience, lost its power after the strike and plummeted straight down from midair.

After all, the opponent was dying—let him have his final satisfaction. Otherwise, they’d be accused of being unreasonable for interrupting even in intimate moments.

By the time Shi Baichuan awakened, the ceremony was nearing its end, with only a dozen or so minutes remaining.

Wang Yuyan slowly opened her eyes, her clear and bright pupils revealing fatigue but also an unmistakable joy. Having been reborn a year ago, her height had likely settled at about 1.82 meters, quite good. More importantly, her physique was no ordinary one; the difference was clear when compared to that person who had recently returned from a family visit.

The commotion downstairs gradually subsided, the candles in the room had been extinguished, and the only sounds were the rustling leaves outside. Moonlight streamed through the window’s cracks. Everyone lay or sat quietly, none had fallen asleep. This was not only due to the inn’s dubious reputation but also because those six mysterious elite Yuan generals they’d encountered were formidable troublemakers.

This was Lin Huanle’s first music lesson—and it was taking place on a moving bicycle.

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The sun had just risen, but in the garden of the Zhang family in Sanye Town, a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old boy was already drenched in sweat, his long sword swinging continuously. Though he had yet to awaken elemental power, every move was firm and confident, full of form and strength.

No one wished to die, especially a Divine Fusion realm warrior like Blood Demon. After enduring countless hardships to reach this level, Blood Demon was particularly life-valuing; he would never risk his life recklessly unless absolutely necessary.

As Chu Feng’s voice fell, thunder exploded in the sky. A gigantic Eye of Divine Punishment emerged from the void, crackling with boundless lightning power, descending from above.

“Alright then, I’ll call you Brother Chu Feng. Brother Chu Feng, do you know I’ve been watching your livestreams a lot recently? I’ve even sent you rewards. By the way, are you heading to the East Sea now?” Huang Mengmeng chirped excitedly, unable to stop talking.

Atop the mountain peak was a vast open plaza. Scattered figures could be seen—presumably royal scions engaged in cultivation.

Dian Wei protected Xun You as they charged over a hill, only to find another force ahead: generals Zhao Yun and Ma Chao. Hearing the battle cries, they had led their troops to reinforce the fight.

Prepared for the ever-present desert storms, the moment they heard the battle cries, everyone sprang into action immediately.

After speaking, Ling Tong removed his clothes to show the generals: his skin was so scarred it looked as if carved by knives, roots of wounds twisting all over.

The marquis’s expression was icy, a gleam of hatred flashing in his eyes. In an instant, he flew to Heishui’s side, grabbed his neck, yanked him off the sofa, and shoved him forcefully against the wall. After the impact, Heishui fell heavily to the ground.

In the following months, Zhang Yuanhao made no major moves. He smoothly saw off Ji Mingyang and others whose duties had ended and welcomed a new batch of rotating cultivators.

Suddenly, I understood: I was stuck on a technicality. Soul Slayer also had the Dragon Soul profession. Now that he knew my primary role was Dragon Soul, his abilities must be specifically designed to counter Dragon Soul. If I stubbornly persisted, it would be a dead end.

System: “Level A information cards possess the highest authority in the Interstellar Federation, including but not limited to network, intelligence, political, and military access.”

Obviously, he was confident he would take first place this time, winning not only 20,000 yuan from Nebula Technology Company but also another 20,000 from Wang Ruxue.

He couldn’t imagine these two, dressed plainly and driving an old minivan, could have any special status.

One remaining guard drew his sword and beheaded the horse. Blood sprayed everywhere as the headless horse collapsed, twitching twice before going still.

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At the crucial moment, Li Yu, dust-covered, teleported down from the sky. Seeing the falling hailstorm of stones ahead, he turned toward other insectoid beasts in the sea. He refused to believe any starry insectoid race could possess self-destruct capabilities before him.

Another man responded with a single sound—though silent, he struck a Shaolin disciple’s head with a pebble to signal his answer.

Ping’er was packing Yuanniang’s gift for the matriarch: two pairs of silk shoes embroidered with the “happiness” flower, their colors and patterns rare and pleasing, with fine stitching. She was confident Madam Xie would cherish them.

“Wu Peng, are you sure you saw that right?” two other employees in the car asked skeptically.

Li Yu was delighted as well, setting aside his worries over Umbrella’s impending attack.

A huge eye in the sky emitted a thunderous roar. Its gaze slowly swept over the sea surface before erupting into loud, cackling laughter.

Who was better: the officials in the capital being helped to remove their boots by the village elders, or Huan Qianxian leading Hanzhong’s local officers to escort the city’s leaders?

At these words, the Crimson Reaper’s expression stiffened; his sharp eyes darkened instantly.

Were they really too stupid to see the truth, or simply trying to smear Gu Jinxi?

Seeing everyone’s concern, Ji Tao waved his hand and ordered Nan Lei to be admitted to the hospital for observation, insisting on the best possible care.

Pan Mingzhu didn’t understand their meaning, staring at her blankly… Tian Yuan was also at a loss for her sister’s thoughts. Seeing Tian Xin’er’s serious expression, she dared not speak further.

There were better accommodations than tents in the capital, and excellent chefs as well. Once you submit to Greater Zheng, settle down here and, like those hereditary nobles who had adopted Han surnames, consider the capital your home.