Volume One, Chapter Ninety: An Unexpected New Artist Arrives to Sign the Contract!!

After closing the door...

“What’s the matter? Why must we have this conversation outside?”

“I’d already made arrangements with them. Now you’ve asked me to step out—how can they not overthink things?” Deputy Director Wu complained.

“Wu, have you completely lost your mind?”

“It was one thing when you decided to sell the radio station before, but now that it’s finally become popular, you still want to sell it?”

“We should be taking advantage of this momentum to build our image, promote ourselves, and seek partnerships. That’s how we’ll truly establish the station!”

“There’s nothing left to discuss; just send them away!” As soon as the door closed, Li Zehua’s attitude changed entirely.

Before coming here, she too had seen the trending topics on all the major media platforms.

She realized her own...

Shaking his head, he dismissed such ridiculous notions, convincing himself it was merely a fleeting hallucination brought on by his unfamiliarity with the island climate.

Yet, now that they had returned, he wondered what purpose it served. But then, his eyes flashed with a cold light—perhaps by slaying all these impostors before him, he might seize a thread of hope. With this thought, the four grandmasters charged furiously at Danwang and the others, eyes burning crimson with bloodlust.

Bai Luofeng dared not recklessly draw the sword embedded in Jiekong’s chest, so she simply snapped off the protruding end with her hand. Then, she had Nalan use his cold energy to seal the wound and staunch the bleeding.

As night fell, a hundred-member death squad of the Barbarian Tribe, all cultivators at the Spirit Movement stage, silently evaded every patrol and slipped into the supply camp.

All of a sudden, Sword Wine Song felt a chilling terror. He was startled to find that the Ink Underworld sword in Bai Luofeng’s hand had vanished without a trace, yet it was already too late. From beneath his feet, a flash of sword light burst through the earth, striking unerringly at his exposed throat.

On the floor, Fan Xiang slumped, hatred slowly filling his eyes. He was about to raise a trembling hand to denounce the eunuch’s treachery, but the man’s next words made him instantly swallow his indignation and play the fool.

“At least you have good taste.” Bai Luoya accepted the compliment without a hint of modesty, her lips curving into a smile as radiant as a blooming flower.

At that very moment, under Xia Bai’s barrage, the monster atop the warship was rapidly freezing, while the warship’s tractor beam tower had locked steadily onto the black cylindrical object on the ground.

“What you saw just now—don’t mention it to anyone else. Those scars would frighten people.” Chen Mo spoke sternly.

With a single command from Dongfang Han, a frenzy to hunt down the attackers swept across the entire territory of the Feather Transformation Sect.

Xialuo’s yearning for truth inspired Ambor, who decided he must befriend him.

Continuing to tangle with the dying Odin here, Cullen might still have a chance at inheriting the bloodline of the Aesir, but the odds were slim indeed.

“Wait!” Li Jinghe shouted, but the leader had already vanished into the night.

A figure as prominent as EST would surely be surrounded by assistants when traveling—at the very least, a dedicated driver for pick-up and drop-off.

Liu Ang gazed at his charmingly ugly wooden hut and resolved that, when he had the chance, he would go bargain-hunting at the Xuantian Market for a better one.

“Haha! Fourteen blue cubes and four green cubes in total—time to divvy up the loot again! Cough, cough! Brother Yan’s strength is something we’ve all witnessed. Each of us gets one blue cube; the rest go to Brother Yan.” Ling Zhi reluctantly declared.

No one but Liu Ang dared touch that thing; after all, it contained three ninth-rank Outer Domain Demons. To mess up with that would be courting death.

If it weren’t for Huai Miaomiao’s own diligence in winning a national scholarship, and the school waiving her tuition, she might not have returned this semester at all.

Sure enough, when they arrived, there were several shops—though somewhat dilapidated, most of the contents remained.

Everyone relaxed and smiled. The puzzle that had plagued them for so long was finally solved, the crisis past, peace restored. Yet, behind those smiles, who could say how many truly felt at ease?

After changing clothes in the hotel, Chen Yi hurried outside and made his way to the gates of Jiangning Mage University.

The Mo brothers lost their grandfather early. Back then, cremation wasn’t yet common practice, so he was buried in the hills near their village.

The special investigation officers quickly identified the suspect after onsite investigation and interviews: Yan Xibing, nicknamed Yama, male, 38, native of Yangluo Town.

Following this lead, Yue Jian, Ping Nong, and others went to Lian Station to review the incident reports from that day and located Zhang Huanqiao, who had argued with Han Jinjie that night.

“Enough!” Chu Yan reclined his seat and donned the eye mask his mother had prepared, instantly silencing the system’s complaints.

Fang Hao and the forensics team fanned out along the suspect’s escape route, canvassing and searching for witnesses.

If things were truly busy, Xingchen wouldn’t entrust her child to anyone else—she’d bring the child directly to her.

Amelia couldn’t hold back any longer; she gasped for breath, clutching her hair, utterly entranced by the spectacle.

After Yun Churou negotiated with the giant beast, it obediently rose and followed Si He and Wen Xuan, the four humans and one beast heading for the cave’s exit together.

The impact of one song could never match the impact of two. Lin Zi had returned to the company, so Lin Shihao decided to go on stage himself and belt out a few lines.

Perhaps Sun Yueyue was tired from playing, or maybe she was uneasy seeing how much Lin Shihao had drunk—her brow furrowed as she approached.

At fifteen, she lingered before the centuries-old Temple of Heavenly Sacrifice, yet found herself utterly lost.

The following year, the Han dynasty established the commanderies of Lelang, Xuantu, Lintun, and Zhenfan, all under the jurisdiction of Youzhou. The administrative seat, Joseon City, was formerly the capital of the Wiman Joseon kingdom.

This is why songs become classics—not because of love or sentiment, but because the singer, centered on the self, gives voice to their own ugliness and humility.

The ministers’ sycophancy left General Lei in a quandary. What Fu Lu said made sense: sealing the palace gates would prevent Western Xuan outsiders from entering again. Yet, as a minister with the Emperor gone, he was at a loss for what to do.

Since the primary purpose of this battle was to showcase his strength to the gods, Colin had no intention of holding back.

Zhao Junrong was taken aback—Sun Yueyue would never introduce him to a friend unless the person was truly exceptional.

“The Beast King’s throne is held for ten years per term! My eldest brother has only ruled for five, so naturally the throne should remain with our Rhine Tribe!” As soon as the words left his mouth, a golden-maned lion—strikingly similar to Hemingway—jumped out.

He had thought Lin Shihao would release just one song, but unexpectedly, Lin released three all at once.

With that, Liu Cha drew his sword and slashed, tearing the sword energies of both Zuo and Nalan Shaowei apart.

But I truly couldn’t go on. My throat burned terribly, as though it were about to catch fire, my voice hoarse to the point of vanishing.

Though this was only a friendly match, facing a master like Yoruichi, he wasn’t about to go easy—especially after the lesson of Fujimoto Hashira. If it came to the point where he could actually injure Yoruichi, her spiritual aura would surely crush him; in truth, he doubted he could even break through her defenses.