Volume I, Chapter 38: Confidence and Arrogance!!

Hua Chenhui gave a faint, proud smile and said, “Although the pressure this time is immense, I am fully prepared. At the very least, I want to demand respect for our Chinese music scene!”
“Sister Ying has already shouldered most of the burden, and as the younger generation, I will never let our nation lose face!”
“So, my goal this time is to make it to the top three. Just wait and see.” Hua Chenhui spoke with great confidence.
His words stirred up a storm, sending his fans into a frenzy.
“Oh my God, Huihui says he’s aiming for the top three!”
“I heard last time even Sister Ying only placed fifth!”
“It looks like Huihui is really confident this time, I can’t wait…”
There are always those who know how to adapt to the times, like Ling Yuan, and those who don’t, all of whom were eliminated by Nanlou.
Chen Lan played along, even hunching her shoulders as if she were genuinely afraid.
With his eyes downcast, Xiao Yan muttered to himself. The Lord of Yin and Yang was renowned throughout the ages, and the Solar Heaven Technique, ranked first among the Yang scrolls, also provided the greatest protection for the practitioner. At such a moment, Linglongzi could cast his secret arts without any reservations.
It was a sheet of golden foil, as thin as a cicada’s wing, depicting the Solar Divine Bird. Once, it had been the national treasure of Shu, valued even above the mysterious Nine-Turn Jade Cong.
After reminding the two, Shen Xuyue leaped forward, diving into the rift, and vanished in an instant.
Zhang Jiaze, who had never believed in fate, began to reconsider after two years of hard work ended in such a way; perhaps he had no choice but to accept the workings of destiny.
Zhao Hui practiced like this for a week, and her long-distance running indeed improved. Sometimes she would run several laps at once, thinking that if she ran a few extra laps each time, the 800-meter race would be much easier.

Hongxing was burning with rage. The power of their own faction and the Ling King’s was evenly matched; though their rivalry was longstanding, their clashes were at least fair. Now, with Meng Zhuo—one of his ten most outstanding protectors—killed, Hongxing’s hatred for the Ling King ran bone-deep.
As for this strange situation, Zhang Xueling couldn’t make sense of it either, so she had to set the problem aside for now.
The furnishings and decorations were as before; nothing had changed. Every item was still in its place, not one more, not one less.
After a cataclysmic upheaval, the location where the Shennong Sect once stood now bore a gaping, bottomless crater.
Seeing that Long Teng’s expression remained unchanged, Number Nine looked at him with scorn. Suddenly, his figure flickered, and both sword and man left a swift afterimage as he lunged mercilessly toward Long Teng.
Naturally, Liang Hao didn’t begrudge spending a little time; when he had the chance to keep the Old Ancestor of the Earth Immortals company, he would set aside time to drink and chat with him, and so three days passed.
“You are a guest. There is no question of offense. Besides, it was our Hexiao Valley that was at fault. If anyone should ask for forgiveness, it is us, not you,” the Grand Elder said unhurriedly.
As soon as Xing Mu reached the courtyard, he heard the sound of a teacup shattering inside. Worried that something had happened to Qin Yu, he rushed in at once.
The disciples of the Xuanji Sword Sect suddenly felt the surrounding spiritual energy surging frantically toward their sect.
Yun Moyu stared wide-eyed as one firework after another blossomed, illuminating the night sky in breathtaking splendor.
But only Wu Shixun and Park Chanyeol knew the truth: Park Chanyeol’s awkward expression was actually his struggle to maintain a cool façade, forcing a smile until his face practically twisted.
In the demon spirit realm, who knew how many years they had schemed for this body? Though the entire clan had only recently resolved to carry out the plan, it had been in the making for ages.
“Has Hanlai left?” As Kong Shen was fuming to himself, a voice sounded behind him—it was Xiang Lian.
The three of them walked in single file, their silhouettes stretching longer and longer across the ground until they vanished from sight.
“Absolutely. It’s terrifying to look at. If that thing was let loose in the city, I wouldn’t dare set foot outside,” another lady chimed in.

“Your task is to cultivate diligently here with Brother Zhou Qi. I’ll be waiting for you outside, so don’t let me find your level still below mine when you return, or I’ll look down on you,” Zhang Yan said with a laugh.
As Hu Meier spoke, she glanced at the Molten Heart in her palm, noticing it still flickered, though the light had dimmed greatly. Yet it continued to change, which only reaffirmed Hu Meier’s determination.
Meanwhile, Tao Sang ignored Wang Lingyun’s angry glare. He set his bamboo basket in the corner of the ice house, where a row of baskets already stood, each brimming with water.
Before Qing Rou could react, Qing Yan struck again and again, leaving Qing Rou gravely wounded and unconscious; only then, exhausted, did Qing Yan collapse, lying still for three days.
“Eat,” Lin Siya said, guiding Gu Linfeng’s hand to his own mouth with the shrimp in it.
Gu Linfeng drove, occasionally stealing glances at Lin Siya. She was leaning on one hand, gazing dreamily out the window at the fireworks. The breeze lifted the strands of hair from her cheek, revealing her enchanting profile and the curve of her neck—enough to stir anyone’s imagination.
At that moment, in a secluded courtyard within the Sacred Hall of the Ancestral Demon Star, twelve people had gathered, seemingly deep in discussion.
Xia Shiqi was keenly aware of Xia Xin’s strength, but she liked this feeling; she liked to wear more layers, liked to be held that much tighter.
Seeing her anxious and frightened, Mu Jinchen couldn’t help but let a smile tug at his lips.
Zeng Yuanyuan watched as Qing Yue fled in a panic and paused in surprise. After all, she was the daughter of the imperial uncle’s family—how could this girl not even know how to curry favor?
Ye Qingfeng’s words set Lin Zi at ease, though how to proceed still required more thought. It was not as bad as imagined; they were not without hope of turning the tables. Especially for Ye Qingfeng, things were dire, but not without a solution.