Volume One, Chapter 30: Igniting the Livestream's Popularity!

“That is the one I think of day and night, the one I love deeply—how should I confess? Will she accept me?”
“Perhaps I’ll never utter those words to him, destined to wander the world, how could I let myself be tied down?”
As Su Le’s song filled the room, the noisy livestream fell suddenly silent, leaving only his slightly weathered yet heartfelt voice flowing gently through the air.
This song, ‘Old Boy,’ had simple lyrics but struck directly at the heart, telling of the helplessness and perseverance in dreams, love, and life.
[This is actually quite good.]
[Such a soulful voice.]
[A man with stories—no technique, all emotion!]
[As…]
“Lin Yinan? He’s going too? Spare me. If I run into him, I’m doomed,” Xu Hui immediately frowned.
Jiang Xiaoxiao froze for a moment; by the time she came to, Jin Guangyan’s sports car had vanished. How could he treat me like this? Jiang Xiaoxiao stamped her foot in anger.
“Old Dragon, now is not the time for infighting. Once we find the Seven-Colored Heaven-Mending Stone, then we can fight!” Entering the grand hall, Li Chunqiu made his stance clear, unwilling to turn against Dragon God now.
For a moment, some cultivators left, some stayed, and soon only Mu Dashao remained. He put away the map, eyes flashing, and flew into the depths of Divine Beast Island. With the Heaven-Opening Body and the Celestial Lion’s help, Mu Dashao was not entirely powerless against third-step divine beasts.
He had nowhere left to run, forced to muster every ounce of strength to resist. The watchers saw a faint light appear before him, a massive shield built from inner force, and were deeply astonished.
Ji Siming stared at Jerry for a long time, then slapped his shoulder forcefully.
She was his mother—no one, no agreement could change that fact. Her blood ran in his veins; his breathing was tied to hers.
“Lele, is something wrong?” I glanced back at my parents’ room, lowered my voice, and asked softly.
Young and handsome, emerging from the drinks, beside him a strikingly tall treasured blade, particularly eye-catching.

Tears once again blurred her vision. This time, she did not resist, letting them flow freely like a flood bursting its banks.
“Lady Mingfei, it sounds like it’s coming from inside this hall,” Jade Noblewoman listened carefully and pointed to the doors before her.
“I know you love to eat, so of course I had to buy it. On one condition—you must cook with me,” Nangong Linyi had bought it especially to make for her.
“Old Yu, I heard from Pang Yuntian that you don’t want to make a compass for me. I just want to ask, why won’t you help me?” Chen Yu asked, puzzled.
“Since the invitation has arrived, wouldn’t it be a waste not to join the festivities? The gods put in so much effort,” Yu Xi sneered.
Murong knew that Lin Xi’s request for battle was out of urgency for help, so his battle plan was not thoroughly prepared. But now Sima Xiaotian needed a decisive victory to boost morale, and also a battle powerful enough to force Sima Haotian to change tactics. Thus, Murong did not blame Lin Xi much.
“Ghost Eyes, open!” Xie Half-Ghost’s eyes snapped open, a fierce wind like blades swept across his eyeballs, the burning pain forced him to close them again. After a while, he squinted and looked once more into the distance.
Yu Yang, now under someone else’s roof, could no longer refuse Mo Hu; anyway, she’d just treat him like air.
Magic shield, summoning, invisibility, healing—these skills couldn’t be combined yet, and maybe never could. If they were, it would weaken their effects; a cooldown originally five seconds would become a hundred and twenty, just like a powerful strike.
Jia Xu nodded, signaling understanding, but Dong Zhuo and Xu Chu beside him were utterly confused, perplexed by the non-answer.
“Why did Third Sister say that? Isn’t she afraid outsiders will misunderstand me?” Ji Wan appeared utterly devastated.
The monsters listened, speechless, glaring angrily at the two fools who dared to slaughter in the spirit artifact’s illusion. The fact they survived at all was astonishing.
Today, the Sixth Prince wanted Yun Yi to pay for betraying Lu Huanong, and he’d only used seventy percent of his strength—had he done wrong?
Artemis! Artemis! That name filled her with hatred, wishing she could grind it to dust.
Yet now the Prefect was curious—what exactly did Chu Yingyi intend to do to Ji Lingxuan?
Who’d have guessed her finger would flick lightly, a ray of light trailing along her fingertip, so wondrously beautiful it stunned all for a moment.
His meaning was clear: James thought the team that could advance was the one he wanted to face, and the team he least wanted to meet, he hoped someone else would eliminate.

No one spoke for a long while. The group simply stood quietly behind Lu Huanong, watching her, waiting with her, gazing at the shimmering sea.
Perhaps that blood-red spiritual power was like molten rage, seeking an eruption. Before the astonished eyes of all, the phoenix formed from that power suddenly expanded, its size now tens of yards tall, utterly changed.
“Not yet. Let me help you up,” Merlin, seeing his utter exhaustion, worried for his safety, tried to help him to bed with all his strength.
Before the age of nine, he’d hold her, carry her. Afterwards, he always ‘ruffled’ her hair, saying his little Rao was grown up, no longer so affectionate with her.
It was said that Yu Guang’s swordsman at night could compete with ZJ TV’s ratings; although Vienna’s winter aired on West River TV, the ratings between the two stations were always neck and neck, still a close contest.
Chen Qingdi hadn’t expected Chen Yusheng to remain rather than leave, and now, after many turns, ended up in Chen Qinglang’s hands.
But there were still some peak spiritual generals, whose abilities could threaten the soldiers.
In their eyes, Goddess Jiang Yue absolutely wouldn’t dare kill them all. With so many cultivators protecting the Dragon Clan, if all were slaughtered, even those above would never allow the Dragon Clan to act so recklessly.
“Just come with me. You’ve arrived in the county, as your older brother I must host you, show you a good time, or our parents will scold me…” Huang Xingwang laughed.
“By the way, last time, all the students I taught were eliminated,” Aizawa’s expression suddenly turned grim.
Back then, Liu Yi held back—even in such circumstances. So when would his true strength be revealed? Now?
After all, the Dongliao families were wealthy and powerful, though they competed fiercely day to day. But with the Chen Dynasty’s rise and sweeping mergers in Dongliao, buying back enterprises and gradually seizing control of resources, the three great clans simultaneously felt a commercial crisis.
Yu Jin, hearing this and seeing the strange situation, knew he could no longer hesitate, immediately led his troops in pursuit of the two.