Volume One, Chapter 32: Su Le, You’re Famous!

[So the lyrics are so profound!]
[Even though I can’t understand Cantonese, seeing the translation truly brought tears to my eyes!]
[Language is not a barrier; music knows no borders—so moving!]
As the song progressed, emotions in the live-streaming room reached a boiling point.
The audience was swept away by a powerful tide of feeling; whether they understood Cantonese or not, all were deeply touched. The streaming room seemed to become a vent for emotion, and everyone found resonance within it.
Popularity soared, and Su Le’s personal fan count grew at a staggering pace, quickly breaking the six-hundred-thousand mark, with no sign of slowing down.
This broadcast was more than just a...
Watching bullet comments firing at their own people, the faces of the Song family turned green with embarrassment. What was going on? He couldn't quite wrap his head around it.
Yet, he had always believed in one thing: dreams are worth having, just in case they come true.
Hearing such a blunt threat, Shen Qingluo kept her composure, her smile still lingering on her lips, and she deliberately cast a coy, reproachful glance at Han Bing.
The joy of surviving the ordeal had yet to bloom before Britney was infuriated by Lin Huan’s biting words.
At six o’clock and five minutes in the evening, while domestic streaming platforms were still racking their brains to secure observer rights for the Night Walker broadcast, Penguin Esports, backed by its well-connected boss and the convenience of Honor of Kings development and operations, stood out first and successfully obtained the advanced observer account.
“Who dares to make a move?” Ao Wuming shouted, his entire body erupting with an incredibly powerful aura that surged outward like a tide, creating an almost suffocating atmosphere.
Inside the protective suits were wireless communicators, but due to the special surroundings and severe electronic interference, they could only communicate through gestures.
Moreover, Matsumoto Yeki could tell that Himura Homaru desired her, yet for some reason, he never crossed any boundaries.
Both teams’ players became solemn, officially entering competition mode.

Chu Tian's expression remained unchanged; he stared coldly at Leng Ji, paying no heed to his threats. Nirvana-level expert Shui Wancheng had already died by his hand—why would he fear another Nirvana-level powerhouse from the Heavenly Fire Hall?
Fu Jiuqi felt as if her tongue were tied; she looked at the old man’s tangled hair, dark face, and dry lips gnawing on a piece of hard bread.
He looked again at Jin Xi, his gaze softening. He finally spoke, “Father’s birthday is in seven days.” He didn’t name the date, but gave the precise time.
“Because I saw someone with the same mark as me, and this person is formidable. In front of him, I’d be completely crushed!” Jin Xi occasionally used modern expressions, having learned quite a bit from Yao Ling.
He hadn’t stepped forward earlier because it was clear Yu Qianqian wasn’t Jin Xi’s match, but he didn’t want Elder Bei to suddenly intervene.
A momentary lapse could be forgiven, but if it happened again and again, the matter warranted scrutiny.
As the master of this zombie, whose body had transformed from an immortal demon, Qin Feng could vividly sense the intense hunger emanating from within Qin Yu.
The people nearby couldn’t quite react. The Title Douluo from the Xingluo Empire wore expressions of relief, but were also deeply shocked—they hadn’t expected Dai Minghan to be so strong.
“Xi’er is going to Ghost Valley this time. It’s a place in the Heavenly Realm, extremely dangerous. I don’t want Mother to suffer with me.” With things as they were, she no longer concealed it.
But comparatively, it would not be too serious, nor particularly dangerous. Therefore, Chen Feng on the sidelines made no move, quietly waiting.
A star blazed with immense flames, spewing lava from time to time like a gigantic fireball illuminating the boundless earth.
Besides, he was always his grandson. Even a tiger doesn't eat its own cubs; if he acted against him, would he not fear the scorn of the world?
“Junior brother, let her go. Perhaps there’s another way to find that place.” Xi Rong, seeing Ling Xue in imminent danger, urged gently.
Entering the villa, he saw no servants, only Nangong Ling Tian sitting in the living room, looking imposing and displeased.
Tang Long was once a trusted brother to Ye Feng, and remains so. Unfortunately, from now on, Tang Long’s once-promising future is lost; the road on this path has ended.
“You Sword Sect are too much! A spar is fine, but why cripple the legs of my Slaughter Sword Sect disciple?” Duan Hongfei protested.

“You have plenty of talent under you; don’t think about poaching mine. Besides, you probably couldn’t even if you tried.” Lord Eight laughed it off.
“Divine Lord, rest assured, I’ll keep your matter secret. But that immortal named Wu Hen—does he really hold such an important place in your heart?” Xi Rong’s playful look faded, replaced by seriousness.
“That may be so, but since ancient times, heroes are shaped by circumstance. The strength of the current Divine Emperor is unimaginable. I’ve witnessed his terror firsthand. If the Great Emperor had another way, he’d never have let the human race fall to near extinction,” Tian Yan sighed.
On the myriad paths of life, I chose the one I ought to walk, not the one I wished to walk. That is the reality of ideals.
“I have, I really have, really wanted to.” Tears are the purest thing in the world, no matter how they fall—so long as they pass through a person’s soul.
The relationship between brothers at Beidou Art Mountain is inscrutable to outsiders. Having already witnessed the dynamic between Li Tianle and other disciples, they could not gauge it now.
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“According to intelligence from above, the garrison in town consists of just over a hundred regular soldiers. Our strength far surpasses theirs.”
Lin Wei reached the corner of the staircase; water flowed down in torrents, soaking him completely.
He had entered, but he himself was locked outside. Qiao Qian and the others had gone in, and without him, he couldn’t truly rest easy.
To take the king’s head as a banner—what arrogance! Yet Lin Feng had the power to back it up. In the grand palace hall, everyone was silent, not daring to utter a word.
In that brief instant, the Secondary Divine Race seemed to endure some unspeakable horror. The slain clansman was, in fact, their newly risen young ancestor.
The Scorpion-tail Winged Tiger airborne cavalry suddenly appeared at Holy Wolf Mountain, delivering Qin Shengnan's visiting card. Asge and the others could not deny their fear.
Although his accuracy at long range was impressive, within ten meters, his shots hit exactly where he aimed.