Volume One, Chapter 50: Fate Is a Bridge in the Sky, and Lu Yaoyao's Transformation!

At the far end of the stage sat the three mentors: the young diva Chen Meiqi, the young superstar Wang Feng, and the young superstar Liu Xi. All three were seated with their backs to the stage. The rule was simple—if a singer could make any of the mentors turn around within the span of a single song, it meant their performance was a success and they had earned the mentor’s approval. The general rules were as follows:

Mentor Selection (Blind Auditions):

1. This was the initial phase of the competition. Contestants would sing while the four mentors sat facing away from the stage.
2. If a mentor was intrigued by the contestant’s voice and wished to have them on their team, they would press a button to turn their chair around and face the singer.
3. ...

After the devastating damage caused by the Heavenly Rift Formation, about thirty percent of the Celestial Realm’s foundation had been destroyed. With the Machine God King absent and Xue Hao unable to enlist his aid, he had no choice but to seek help from the Realm instead. However, Xue Hao had already sent someone to scout near the Realm and discovered that many demon cultivators from the Hall of Demons were lurking nearby. It was unclear whether they intended to attack the Realm, to block Xue Hao specifically, or perhaps both.

Tang Feng took a moment to compose himself, moved about the room after washing up, got dressed, and drove to Fatty’s house. The saying goes, “Brothers may fight within, but unite against outside threats.” Though this was true, the rift between brothers was not so easily erased, even in the face of external humiliation.

Jinghe smiled faintly without a word. In the blink of an eye, she had already escorted Liang Ruolin to the soft sedan at the door, turned, and bade her farewell, telling her not to see her off any further.

Indeed, the feud between the Six Lords and the Supreme Star God was an ancient enmity, one that had little to do, in truth, with those alive today.

As expected, it wasn’t long before the emperor issued a stern rebuke. With evidence and witnesses in hand, Prince An prosecuted the Zhizhou of Quzhou for corruption and bribery, confiscated his family’s property, and demoted him to commoner status, leaving him to eke out a living on what little ancestral land had not been seized.

Previously, when they had sorted through the trove of treasures, they noticed that after the NPC mentor explained the rules, he simply left—no one stayed to supervise their work. As the group toiled, curiosity inevitably overtook them, and they wanted to test whether the wonders described on the labels affixed to the treasures were truly as magical as claimed.

Before Tao Chunwan and her brother left the residence, the Tao family had already dismissed the tutor they’d originally hired for the three of them.

Luo Yu nodded slightly and, without further conversation, turned away and continued on her journey.

That subtle, elusive scent of grass and wood lingered again—a scent, almost bewitching, that Tang Jiaojiao always seemed to carry. Though it was meant to soothe the soul, it only unsettled his heart.

When she returned home, Tang Heng was sitting on the sofa working. Seeing them come in, he immediately got up to embrace Xue Shiyu, only to be hit first by the bag in her hand.

“Where have you been these last few days?” Axiong asked irritably. He’d looked for Xian’er several times over the past two days but could never find her, as if she had vanished from the world.

Liu Jiang must have already explained the matter of the secret guards and assassins, and suspected a link to Yichun Brothel. That must be why he had come to investigate, right?

He had thought he could threaten Gu Wanwan with her true identity, keeping her away from Third Brother and the Li residence, but it was clear now that this would not work.

Meng Xiaojie shot Chen Ming a look of exasperation. For the first time, she realized how lively his mind could be.

Yin Simei also noticed Tang Jiaojiao. With her ever-changing style, it was no wonder so many were bewitched.

In Huayang Palace, it was Consort Shu who always tolerated him, listened patiently to his grievances, no matter what the trouble.

After its recent transformation, this city had become a peerless treasure trove. If the hidden vault truly lay within its walls, it might well be accompanied by an ancient tomb.

Just as a great battle was about to erupt in Fengyi Palace, a servant from the Empress Dowager’s side arrived—timely indeed.

This meant that Huatian and the Li clan would make a fortune, and President Lu’s abrupt halt at the last moment would go down as only the second misstep since he had taken charge of the Lu Corporation.

Qin Lang watched Xue Qianyao with a deep, enigmatic smile. Surely, she hadn’t come all this way just to deliver a message, had she?

He wore a coarse, grey-brown linen tunic and, upon entering, silently seated himself across from the old man.

Mindful of his wife’s pregnancy, Qi Yunyi did not allow himself to be swept away by desire. Before he lost all self-control, he forced himself to release Ruyi’s lips, though his breathing grew ragged nonetheless.

Back in his room, he recalled the words he’d just spoken. Perhaps they’d been a little harsh, but perhaps they would awaken Ji Lin to reality.

She should never have used something as precious as a child to deceive Mu Chiyao, to test him, or to provoke his anger.

Ye Mei answered in a fluster, and at last Su Chen released her. She hastily readjusted her posture and sat up straight.

The green radiance grew ever brighter, sword energy intertwining and forming misty clouds, a chilling aura surging skyward.

Now that Chang Baoying was no longer an issue, he would have to start working tomorrow to win back that pregnant woman—he must make her fall in love with him again.

“Your Highness suddenly inquiring about General Huyan and Princess Hulan—may I ask why?” The palace maid, seeing the cold smile on Consort Wen’s lips, shivered inwardly and couldn’t help but ask in a hushed voice.

Then, the homeroom teacher recalled what he had heard that afternoon: trouble had come to the Han family.

It was the last night of the year with two moons in the sky. Moonlight poured over the land like a waterfall, turning the mountains and forests a shimmering silver.

At the intersection of two claw marks, following Qiao Ran’s loud command, a colossal whirlwind burst from the ground, grinding the already shattered earth into dust.

Thinking of Feng Jue’s perpetual indifference, he refrained from openly helping him. Since his mother’s passing, they had only grown more distant.

A sudden insight, born of a chance encounter, could even alter the very nature of one’s true energy. Such things were rare, but not impossible.