Volume One, Chapter 76: You’re Still Trying to Prove That Divorce Was the Right Choice!

“Master Jin, this piece is entirely original. If you like it, consider it my gift to you!”
“Before that, though, you can investigate the background to ensure the composition is untainted.”
Su Le spoke with a gentle smile.
“You rascal…”
“You’ve been hiding your true talents!”
“Tell me, who is your teacher?”
“As for the composer of this piece, no matter who it is, I must have it!”
Old Master Jin laughed as he clasped Su Le’s hand, his manner exuberant and warm.
Clearly, once again, Su Le’s music had stirred something deep within the old man’s heart.
Indeed, in all these years, only Su Le’s “The Storyteller” had brought him such unprecedented awe.
Especially when he remembered...

Huo Changyu seemed to sense something suddenly. She raised her head abruptly, a flash of unfathomable light in her eyes.
She took Qin Mo to the reception desk, requested a room under her own name, and since it was on her account, there would be no charge—it could be reimbursed later.
Chunhua and Qiushi, not to be outdone, clung to Li Yuan—one holding his arm, the other squeezing into his embrace.
Back then, she truly didn’t much care for Qin Mo, especially after he joined the entertainment industry, notorious for its chaos and scandal.
Ever since they had been robbed by bandits and left penniless—having to beg all the way, enduring countless cold and scornful looks—both of them had given up hope of joining the scientific expedition.
Even if they agreed to return power to the Han court, the likes of Liu Hong of Yanzhou and Yuan Shao of Jizhou would never consent.

Even on New Year’s Day, even the wealthiest landowners would give their laborers a day off—how could he allow these girls to work today?
The two of them had been flying over the mountains for days, not encountering a single soul, unable even to find a way out.
At dawn, the old couple, carrying their bundles and accompanied by Yang Laigui, made their way down the back mountain to the riverbank to board a boat.
He blatantly declared, “Yes, I killed your brother. What can you do to me? What can your Qin family do to me?”
Xue Xi and Xiang Huai walked home together. The weather had turned chilly, but the villa complex was lush with greenery, the roadside lined with evergreens.
An Cheng sipped her drink, head lowered, trying to guess An Chun’s purpose. If memory served, this was An Chun’s first time ever visiting her courtyard voluntarily.
Chen Jiu fell silent for a moment, then decided to respect Duan Tianya’s arrangements and strategies; even if Duan’s plans failed, Chen could always make amends.
A top special operations team requires not only fighters, but also a variety of specialized support roles.
She had followed behind Chen Jiu all along. Watching all he had done for Lingyi, she couldn’t help but comfort him. Receiving the emperor fish skewers Ling’er handed over, Chen Jiu fell dazed, recalling Lingyi’s gluttonous, mischievous ways.
Here, the new world’s most learned teachers gathered. Sometimes, with the nature of teaching, one-on-one instruction was quite common.
A wise man doesn’t fight a losing battle—know the opponent’s strength first, then decide how to proceed; that is the best strategy.
In less than three seconds, five drug dealers were down, fully demonstrating the formidable prowess of the mighty general—nearly on par with the Wolf King.
He had enough skills at his disposal for now; unless it was absolutely necessary, there was no need to use up his merit points.
They politely declined the magistrate’s invitation to stay, returning to their own camp. Zhao Yi pored over his map in the tent, pondering strategies to defeat the enemy.
Duan Qiu used the Shadow Dance technique—he didn’t even need to coordinate with his Phantom Swordplay to dispatch the snow wolves with ease.
Seeing Xiao Yan smile silently, Wu Shaoqi muttered quietly. As for that necklace, she had liked it at first sight—before, she was too busy training, but now that she could relax, she wouldn’t miss out on beautiful things.
What frustrated him even more was the two elders’ vague feedback: “It’s not the feeling I want,” and “It’s still far from enough,” without ever pointing out exactly what was wrong with the story.
Not long ago, a terrifying incident had just occurred, and now they were venturing into the cave again. In the dim light, the place felt even more sinister and dreadful.

Inside an iron cage, Han Xing faced a brown bear. The bear was massive, a fully grown adult.
The first to leave was the supreme powerhouse with the psionic warship, who, sensing the presence of Duan Qiu and the Fire Phoenix, vanished without hesitation.
Jin Kui was moved, especially by the line, “Though Yin City is grand, one often feels like a guest beneath another’s roof”—it struck a deep chord within her.
Usually, she dressed with such propriety that she seemed a bit severe. The prince, accustomed to her usual attire, would undoubtedly be startled if he ever saw her in something more alluring.
Ye Tianshui’s strength was on par with Ling Yun’s; if they truly fought, neither would easily prevail.
As he uttered those words, Xie Junyan’s face twisted with a deep, venomous malice; his gritted-teeth expression even made Gou Junfa’s heart skip a beat.
“Secondly, anyone with eyes can see the court is at the end of its rope, while we, entrenched in our territories, grow ever stronger. Yao Baolai, as a distinguished deputy commander, surely wouldn’t blind himself to the tides of history and willingly act as a mole for the court, bringing bitter enmity upon himself with us.”
“I’m asking you, why is your rapid-fire formation so powerful?” Freya demanded angrily.
“Sun Baixi will be here tomorrow morning. Wait for him at the door. Remember, you must greet him with the courtesy of a nephew!” Yuan Shikai instructed.
He called Liu Yimeng, told her not to go to the office, to disguise herself as him, and just stroll around the manor if she had nothing else to do.
Levi reached out and gently tapped Fate’s forehead with his finger. Fortunately, most patrons at this family restaurant only ordered one dish per table, or Levi would have to rely on his tongue instead of his hands.
For Qianda Group, this was undoubtedly good news. Jiang Yubao immediately informed Wang Kangling, then passed the message to Jiang Fumei.
After finishing her bento, Makino, now with free hands, gave a gentle clap. Frenda and Silk Banner, who had been preparing to debate Rukko’s remarks, instantly fell silent.
“…Don’t understand.” Before meeting Ye Changchi in Gansu, Sun Yuanqi never even knew such a field of study existed.
The faint scent of tobacco and rich liquor mingled, lingering on the tongue. With relentless passion, Mu Yingchen broke through the defenses she had so fiercely guarded.