Volume One, Chapter 82: Master Jin’s Attitude—All the Credit Belongs to Su Le?

“There’s only a month left. Tell me, what can you possibly film in that time?”
“Forget it, forget it. If I keep relying on you, the Starlight Film Department will go bankrupt!”
“Go back and reflect on yourselves. Don’t come back to work until you’ve repented!” With Song Joong-ki’s command,
the two directors left in disgrace.
“Uncle, it’s so hot today. Don’t get so worked up,”
“It’s not good for your health,”
Su Le poured a cup of tea and offered it to Song Joong-ki with a smile.
“And you have the nerve to say that!”
“I asked you to accompany Hongyan to the birthday celebration, but you ended up causing such a mess!”
“Even Master Jin wants to…”
Lin Yan could hardly believe it. She had just chased the tyrant out yesterday, yet today he sent her a gift? Something didn’t add up. Was the tyrant a masochist, or was this some kind of scheme?
At the end of the academic year, the academy with the most points would receive the Academy Cup, the greatest competition within Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
That day, Heaven listened to Xia Yu’s words and leaned back toward the barrier behind him, while Xia Yu stepped forward. Suddenly, sword intent surged, a wave of sword energy shook the space, and with a turn, he stabbed toward Heaven.
She traded with the system for a coop of chickens and a coop of ducks, as well as two large bags of feed, spending four hundred points in total, with 621 points remaining.
The two of them endured the cold until dawn, faces pale, shivering as they boarded the bus, persuading the driver with kind words until he finally agreed to let them on.
Outside the empty hotel, a cold wind swept by, dispersing the drunkenness that had climbed up and down within me, but it could not cool the burning fever on my forehead.

“I’ve never seen Lord Yuan so disheveled; it’s actually rather endearing.” Cheng Qingwan raised an eyebrow and wiped the stains from his chest.
Just as she was about to retreat, the wild boar suddenly went mad and charged forward.
Looking at the cold food, she couldn’t bear to reheat it, so she went to the cellar and brought up two sweet potatoes.
An Qier was stunned. Previously, her master had always made imperial physicians kneel to take his pulse, but she dared not object and brought a low stool, placing it behind Qi Kun.
Though Qin Zhen-nan was certainly amusing, who would dare laugh at Qin family's third master so openly? The crowd turned to look.
“Lier, be gentle when you bandage the wound!” Hearing her master’s movement, she eased her grip, wrapping the bandage softly and covering the injury.
To make the rash appear more obvious, she left her hands unadorned and went out the door with Xia He.
“So, junior, about registering at the Holy Spirit Annam Branch?” Zhao Yuetong looked at Lin Beichen with expectant, bright eyes.
There was no intent to conceal from the other cultivators, so everyone saw Elder Sun pouring all his focus into condensing an unbreakable thread of spiritual energy.
Zhang Yunjie retreated as the wall was about to collapse, avoiding the clouds of dust.
Wang Meng’s face changed drastically; he struggled desperately, but the more he resisted, the more he was crushed, barely breathing, almost ground to powder.
To help Chu Xuan? Would that not provoke public outrage? They had just cleared their names, disproved the rumors of collusion with Chu Xuan. Helping him now would be self-sabotage, giving critics ammunition to attack the Nine Yin Sect.
Yang Yanzhao spoke harshly and fiercely, but as he spoke, tears streamed from his eyes.
Instantly, a thousand people waved hands or lifted legs, a thousand rays of light of every color converged upon a golden-armored celestial general.
Jin Batian and the Jin family’s masters saw Zhang Wei bring out another batch of Black Demon battle armor, and their hearts thundered with shock, gasping in awe, excitement barely contained. The great hall fell silent.
The note mentioned other matters as well. He discovered that the underwater city had dramatic temperature changes—over thirty degrees at its warmest, near freezing at its coldest. During low temperatures, the ghost-faced dragons would enter hibernation, making it the best time to explore secrets.

On the way back, Lin Feiyang was deep in thought, but could find no clue; everything was simply too chaotic.
In the sky, a giant eagle soared, carrying members of the Ten Thousand Spirits Sect, led by Qi Tiancheng.
“I can see it—Ling Yu has a mysterious master supporting him. Just now, Daoist Huang Xuan was killed by that master,” said Shangguan Kuangfeng.
“Elder Zhao truly deserves his reputation: able to yield and endure. I admire him!” I replied calmly.
Lin Yi roared, his voice like thunder, echoing throughout the Prosperity Manor and the Fire God Sect.
Zhang Zhen was not surprised at all when he heard this, as if he had anticipated that his formation would not hold her.
Before I could finish speaking, Lin Fan interrupted: “Enough nonsense, no amount of money can save your life.”
He handed half a banknote to the burly man, who then searched his pocket for the other half and joined them together.
Ye Bai said nothing, observing the surroundings, sensing the cold indifference of the disciples watching.
Before the words left his lips, the Shadow Moon Sage’s figure dissolved into blue smoke, vanishing completely from the world.
With just a word, he could doom the Beast Gate forever. Though the Beast Gate was among the continent’s three great sects, how many true masters roamed the land?
“Not good!” Yun Fan thought to himself. On any other day, he could use his skills to extinguish the firelight around him, but now, bound by the rules of the Ascending Cloud Tower, he could not. In this way, it was as if he had crippled himself. Passing the trial would be no easy task.