Volume One, Chapter 41: Taking the Stage, Stirring Up Chaos!

In the midst of a deliberately fabricated air of affectation, Hua Chenhui exaggeratedly crawled across the stage, his theatrical movements accompanied by the jarring beat of the music, rendering the entire performance even more contrived. The already controversial song “Terminal Illness” became, under his deliberately distorted interpretation, an ordeal of sight and sound that bordered on torture. At the climactic chorus, Hua Chenhui sprawled on the ground as if he had fallen into a coma, his entire body convulsing violently. Some of the staff on site even seemed about to rush over and administer first aid.

Manager Zhang hurriedly stepped forward to stop them.
“That’s part of the performance!”
“This is art. If you don’t understand, just keep quiet and don’t disturb him.”

Yet, as Manager Zhang spoke...
It should be known that when the Moon Gold Wheel transforms into a crescent blade, its flight is nearly soundless, especially in the shadowy depths of the forest. No one can see or hear it; it glides like a wandering spirit amidst the trees.

Staring at the shattered teacup by Qiu Yisheng’s feet, Chu Yunshang arched her eyes in silence, her words halting mid-sentence. She cast a meaningful smile, her gaze drifting between Qiu Yisheng and Qiu Yizheng, her intentions unreadable but clearly not kind.

Though Jun Cang was outmatched, the two elders fared no better, suffering their share of setbacks at his hands.

Upon learning that the core was neither as large nor as ingeniously mysterious as imagined, a wave of disappointment swept over me.

Only when a warm hand gently tousled her hair did she suddenly look up, her sleepy eyes clouded, to see Ming Shixun gazing at her with a gentle smile.

Trembling, Luo Qianqian changed into her sneakers, pulled the blanket off the bed, tossed it unevenly out the window, then, with eyes squeezed shut and teeth clenched, leapt after it.

“Confidential. That’s a trade secret,” Beidou Star replied, still holding onto his earlier grudge. “You’ll know when we open for business!” Frustrated, Wen Yuxia rolled her eyes at him.

“What’s their highest rank?” Wu Yuming asked, puzzled. Since there were alchemists, why had no one harvested these herbs? Did they not recognize them?

“Noi, I disagree. You can call me selfish, but I have no reason to sacrifice myself!” I didn’t think I was wrong. I wasn’t a god, nor did I understand justice or evil; I simply hated the war.

After bidding farewell, Fang Yuan wandered through the Martial Training Hall before preparing to return and study the task Fengxi had assigned.

Though Long Jianfei was in his fifties or sixties, he belonged to the type who achieved late but solid success. It was only in the past decade that he had risen from among the true disciples to become the foremost. Thus, he hadn’t participated in the last alliance of the province’s sects with Guan Yuanshan, nor had he ever met anyone from the Lingyin Sect.

Di Hanfeng, a disciple of the Mystic Sect, was assigned to teach martial arts in the Quan Mansion as part of his sect duties. It was convenient for him to make arrangements at the Mystic Sect’s stables first. Fei Yue found nothing strange in this and, after a few words to the students, left for the stables with Kong Queyue leading the group.

Kale looked at the man and finally nodded in resignation. “Fine… do I have any choice?” She knew there was still a considerable gap between her power and Phoenix Fire.

With both time and the world’s power in his grasp, Shen Qi’s abilities had reached a level beyond imagination, leaving even those at the Integration or Saint realms in awe.

Jian Wujie handed the task of finding the traitor to himself and Jian Donglai, though no one realized that Jian Donglai was, in fact, the traitor.

Fang Shi turned his head to glance outside while Tang Si spoke, his hands gesturing in tandem. Huang Ye’s face grew increasingly grim, but did not erupt as Fang Shi expected. Instead, as the conversation went on, his expression became thoughtful, the urgency and anger on his face fading, at least in appearance.

Because we walk this street at least twice a day, if an accident happened here tomorrow, I would smell the blood when I passed by. I would feel nauseated and uncomfortable.

Fang Shi suffered losses, taking four blows before managing to land a punch. His punch sent Flathead Armor crashing into the wall, shattering it—a testament to Fang Shi’s formidable strength, which left the four Flatheads astonished.

Yet, despite the high box office numbers, the director and lead actor received only a small fraction. The bulk went to the distributors and cinemas.

Even in such circumstances, he was still moved by Lady Liuhuo’s innocence, and felt an inexplicable urge to pat her head.

“By the way, Dongzi, is my father doing well with you?” Wang Zhen had gone to see Wang Dong and hadn’t returned. Despite a phone call, Su Yu remained uneasy.

Were it not for some questions she needed answered, Li Shuyu would have killed them outright. For now, they still had some value, but once she was done, their lives would end.

“Carrie is really pregnant. You need to come.” Christine’s tone remained cold.

Yet Smith’s remarks aroused discontent among the other retail representatives. As a leading retailer of pharmaceutical cosmetics, Watsons was the most unsettled. It was clear that any pharmaceutical cosmetics from Dawn Corporation would set the trend for the future.

“Now that you are my apprentice, I shall give you a name. Take my surname—Li Lei. What do you think?” Li Shuyu said.

Yet Zuo Kui gave him no chance to refuse, grabbing Lady Liuhuo with one hand and Mo Xing with the other. He exchanged a glance with Lady Liuhuo, and the space around them began to collapse rapidly.

“Heh, just add Auntie and that’s enough!” Gao Yuanyuan chuckled, pulling Liu Xia over as well.

At the last possible moment, rather than rushing to break out, Haidu showed no urgency. His real purpose was to cover for Wei Wangkuan Chege, not to save himself.

“Don’t worry, Lucifer is strong, but the three of us are not weak. Besides, I’ve contacted three other main gods. After paying a great price, they have agreed to help us,” Artemis said calmly.

“Porridge, thank you!” said Zheng Qiutong, her face swollen from the beating.

They all knew how twisted and perverse the man opposite them truly was. Feng Qi’s face turned a sickly green.

The hall was not particularly spacious, yet inside were objects Wei Yan had never seen before.

Li Tianhua and Yang Yuqiao were filled with excitement. Li Tianhua, once driven to despair by company troubles, could now let go of all his worries—Zhang Ming had finally been captured.