Volume One, Chapter 37: The Grand Opening of the I'm a Singer Finals!

His son had just divorced, and now he had found someone so young? No wonder he preferred to endure hardship in the big city rather than return home—he must have had a girlfriend all along. But to find a girlfriend so soon after a divorce, that would hardly sound good if word got out. Yet there was no opportunity to ask about it now, so the elderly couple simply followed Su Le as she led them down.

Soon enough…

Everyone returned to the studio. Su Le arranged for her parents to rest in a lounge.

"Uncle, Aunt, Le is still busy. I’ve just made a reservation at the restaurant. Let’s head over now,” Song Hongyan came over and said.

“Is… is that really appropriate?” Su Jianlin hesitated, glancing at Su Le as if seeking his opinion.

Finally, more than a dozen daggers formed an advancing formation, their tips all aimed at Mailin’s exposed head, trembling and poised to strike.

This object was protected by an array, making it impossible to probe its interior, but cultivators could use their divine sense combined with a projection array to carefully observe every detail.

One was the immortal Tang Sanzang, the other was the lunar mother Chang Xi—such extravagant gifts could not go unaccepted. Yet when they tried to kill Chang Xi, they were driven into chaos by Su Xuesha’s Five Element Sword of Heavenly Gang and Earth Fiend. Chang Xi had long listened to Chen Luo’s whispered instructions, and outside the hall, she had used the moonlight to relay information to Su Xuesha.

“As they say, the moon in the water and the flower in the mirror are unattainable. Brother Fang Jin, is there some subtlety in your moon fishing?”

“Eat your food,” Nan Feng said. The two sat in the northwest corner of the inn. At the table nearby, several guests were Daoists—one had a sharp, monkey-like face, protruding front teeth, and looked very much like a rodent gnawing.

“You got it. Let’s practice a bit longer,” Wang Liu nodded, then continued coaching Chen Xu from the side.

“Why are you looking at me? You made your own plans—now you have to follow through, tears and all, got it? I’m leaving now.” With that, I dashed off.

“Old flame?” Chen Xu was stunned by the term, ignoring Sun Jiayi’s teasing and asked woodenly.

Yuan En and Li Ren were well matched, arranged in neighboring cultivation rooms. Next came Lin Feng, who chose the most secluded spot of the four, as he favored peace and quiet.

Even if Xintian now turned to cooperate with Bloodbane and Witch Ling’er, excluding Huayu and Jiang Yu from the legendary inheritance, Huayu and Jiang Yu could do nothing about it.

Du Deyong said, “I am Du Deyong, captain of the special patrol division of the city bureau. I request a meeting with President Wang on official business.” He emphasized “official business,” but the assistants remained unmoved and ignored him.

Qiu Li walked over, took the clothes in hand, and examined them. The delicate colors were pleasing, embroidered with flowers she couldn’t name but found beautiful.

“You… why are you here?” She tried to act nonchalant, took a dry towel from the cabinet, and began drying her shoulder-length hair.

In truth, facing someone like Qin Shaoyu, she understood well—his heart held nothing for her. That engagement banquet had been mere pretense, meant only to reassure certain people.

Zhang Siyuan shook her head helplessly, saying nothing. She knew she and Cheng Liping belonged to different worlds; he would never choose her, so why lower herself? Having these fleeting encounters was consolation enough for a lifetime—after all, he was a kingly figure, completely out of reach.

They knew well whose restriction sealed the Azure Lotus Sanctuary—it was laid by the first ancestral founder of the Xuanyang Sect, Master Tian Chan. Even Qin Taixu could not shake it, and could only watch as Ye Feng was trapped within.

Looking back, his father was quietly conversing with the village doctor, wiping away tears now and then.

Su Manman was prepared; she sidestepped Qin Li, grabbed the steaming tea from the table, and poured it over his head and face.

Xia Ruoxin rolled her eyes inwardly. Ever since the doctor said she could eat, it had to be apples—now this man was always peeling apples. Was he planning to turn her into an apple? Couldn’t he offer something else—pears would do, right?

Those lurking nearby suddenly sprang up, plunging their swords fiercely into the exposed parts of the Class A mutant beast, striking and retreating without lingering.

Leaving Hong Xiaobo to his fate, I flew southwest for a whole day until I caught up with Ao Feifan and that fat man. After retracting my gaze, I silently followed behind them.

Hongyan didn’t flare up, because this bold and clever girl knew that under such firepower, the Blood God of War could no longer endure.

“You think whoever borrows an empty apartment will clean it for you too?” Quan Mo shot her a cold look and picked up his chopsticks.

At that moment, my phone rang. I glanced at the number and frowned—it was Deadman calling. He hadn’t contacted me for so long; something must have happened.

“All right, the groups are set. You have fifteen minutes to put your luggage in your rooms and change into the sect’s uniform,” Zhong Changming said.

“Haha, brother, don’t worry. With me here, even if the entire Zhuang family shows up, we have nothing to fear!” Yuan Song clapped Fang Zheng’s shoulder to comfort him.

Doghead nodded and went off to buy liquor. I sat there smoking, looking at Li Ang’s photo, stacking the copies and tucking them into my pocket.

Things had changed—he’d reached the Qi Induction stage, and with Master Lin Quan’s guidance, it wouldn’t be long before he could forge his own spiritual treasure.

Inside the car, Nalan Bing heard Qingliang’s shout and hurriedly looked outside. Her silver needle flew instantly, but she frowned—the distance was too great. Before her needle could reach the boy’s hand, his dagger would stab Zhu Biao first. She had already lost Fang Granny and Zhu; could she bear to lose Zhu Jing as well?

By rights, Mu Bai was only the Empress Dowager’s grandnephew and could not freely roam the palace. But the Dowager’s favor granted him a special token, allowing him unrestricted entry, though eunuchs had to accompany him.