Volume One, Chapter 26: Su Le, Please Help Me Write a Ballad!

"I'm not here to listen to your lecture!"
"If you have something to say, say it now, or I'm leaving!" As Su Le spoke, she was already preparing to get up.
"I want... your help to write a folk song for me."
"Just this once!"
"I don't know if you've heard that song that's been really popular lately, 'South Mountain South.' I want a folk song in that style."
"If you're not willing, then just pretend I never asked." Lu Yaoyao didn’t want to waste words, so she came straight to the point.
"Folk song?"
"Superstar Lu, are you joking? Or did I mishear you?"
"You turned away from folk music because it was too niche and saw no future in it, only just completing your transformation, and now you want me to write you a song…"

After advancing several hundred meters, not finding Meilin, Beriman returned to the marked spot and this time searched in the opposite direction.

At that moment, Lan Wan’er was at a loss for words. She couldn’t understand why, in such chaotic times, surviving meant sacrificing so much unwillingness and swallowing so many grievances. Along the way, she had seen too many people abandon themselves for the obsessions they once harbored in their hearts.

Father Lin sat at the table, the water in his teacup untouched, reflecting the weariness etched across his face. He rubbed his brow.
He could still recall that translucent silhouette, and just thinking of those blood-red eyes sent an involuntary chill down his spine.

Yang Jun now looked at the dragon tortoise demon’s true form and was taken aback. The third master Long was now utterly lifeless, like a massive stone statue sprawled upon the ground, unmoving—his entire body petrified in the most literal sense.

He leapt a short distance through the rocks, when suddenly he saw a faint firelight emerging halfway up the mountain. Dim as it was, it suggested someone might actually live in this godforsaken place.

I asked him which police station he was from. He hesitated for a moment, gave me a vague answer, and then whispered to the person next to him, "He won’t open the door."

"Why are there so many footprints here?" Lan Wan’er asked, pointing at the ground.
"If you have nothing to fear, then go apprehend him and find out the truth for yourself. That right is truly yours—no need to be so timid," Wei Tingjun declared with authority, his gaze resolute. He would permit no one to harm his wife and children.

"The resources within the reserve are abundant. Everyone must share them—understand?" Ji Zhixi instructed.

Fortunately, the sword base was a special energy body. Even when fractured, it could convert back into energy and return to his body.

What he didn’t know was that the vast majority of sea soul beasts, sensing the faint aura of the Sea God on Tang San, would instinctively keep their distance, as if in the presence of a king.

Luckily, his body refinement technique was now usable, so when the Golden Crow drew near, Su Xun didn't feel the thousands-degree heat as unbearable as he might have.

"Benefactor," said Boli, "to be honest, if you leave now, none of us will want to see you go. You’ve done so much for us at Beast King Abyss—solved our salt problem, and even taught us new oil extraction techniques."

"Zhao Yuanzhen has yet to emerge from seclusion—seems he really wants to break through the mid-stage Condensation of Gang in one go... However, Inner Sect disciples Fengshan and Duanshui have already accepted gifts and openly declared they will make Zhang Bailing pay the price."

At home, Xia Chunmei first separated and hid her money, took a bath and washed her hair, and fell asleep at once—she was simply too exhausted.

That day, the entire myriad heavens trembled violently. Every great world split open, and one after another, figures shrouded in celestial radiance descended. After the celestial path had perished from the myriad heavens, so many celestial masters appearing at once made their identities self-evident.

Huang Yueying, known for her quick wit, hurriedly pulled Zhuge Liang out to act as a shield. At such a juncture, who would dare urge Liu Yun? Zhuge Liang and the others were indeed in the courtyard, but certainly not waiting for Liu Yun.

When conflict breaks out inside a cave dwelling, guests are rarely at an advantage—for the cave is equipped with arrays and various defensive measures, giving the host a considerable edge.

At this, Chu Xu’s left ear grew as red as her right, the two now glowing in tandem. It was just an earring, far less intimate than washing someone's hair, yet in the Yun residence, Chu Xu still felt awkward.

Though he knew instinctively the Demon Emperor was within the illusionary world, standing directly above him made it seem as if the emperor was flying straight at him. The biting, terrifying killing intent seemed to pierce space itself, leaving him with a bone-deep chill.

After cleaning her face, Xu Yuan sat across from Li Junxiu, adopting a most serious and formal demeanor.

Shen Yu and Qing Yi followed the three bandits northward all the way to the southern gate of Yanlan City. Only when they saw the imposter being questioned and arrested by the city guards did Shen Yu finally confirm there was no ambush from Mingzhang along the way.

From the moment Lu Hong left in the morning, Madam Lu kept herself busy for a while before settling down. As usual, she began teaching Zhaoxia embroidery. Yet in less than half an hour, Madam Lu pricked herself over a dozen times. In the end, Zhaoxia couldn’t bear it any longer, used helping Lu Xianger as an excuse, and ran out of the room.

With those words, Helian Qi’s voice suddenly tightened, his cries slowly fading to silence. He shut his eyes tightly, unwilling to face reality, lying on the ground as still as a corpse.

The smile on Zhao Zixian’s face was genuine, the old man’s hearty laughter sounded truly happy, while Ding Man could only manage a wry smile.

Qin Feng’s body, having been host to the Gu King for so long, had developed an immunity—he now exuded a deterrence, even lethality, to these Gu insects, and they dared not approach him. When Qin Feng acted, the Gu insects scattered like mice before a cat.

Even Yang Chong, after such a tense battle, found it hard to believe. But what followed was a sense of indescribable pleasure. Every move had already been anticipated; if the target resisted in any way, he knew exactly how to counter.

Fighting is not my forte. I’ve been working out lately, but I’m hardly at the point where I can take on a crowd by myself. But things have come this far—how could I back down now?

"If you think it’s too easy, I can raise my strength. That way, it’ll be more challenging for you," Sanbai said indifferently.

"So this is what Brother Wang thinks? Or is this just your own decision?" Walter showed no sign of anger; instead, he grew calm, brushed aside the curls that fell over his eyes, and the veins that moments before stood out on his skin now faded back beneath the surface.

"There are few evil demons—just as our own race has its scoundrels, the demon race has theirs. One rat can spoil a pot of soup, but you can’t condemn them all for the crimes of a few," Tian Guangguang remarked.

Hospital? Ward? Fu Tianze? Did that mean… he already knew about her pregnancy?

Earth had even made several films about aliens because of this. The way the aliens were portrayed in those movies—so formidable—now made Yang Chong more alert than ever.

"Of course, he is..." Kos hesitated before she could utter Rost’s name; in the end, she leaned in and whispered the name in Avi’s ear.

Outside, Li Tiantong watched Lin Yu remain motionless, dark energy swirling around him, as if slowly siphoning away his spirit energy. Li Tiantong’s fist clenched with utmost tension.