Volume One, Chapter 94: One Toast to Freedom, One Toast to Death!

The number of followers had actually increased by more than a hundred thousand. Nearly a month of silence, no new works, yet the followers did not dwindle—instead, they grew! Even he found this astonishing, almost unbelievable.

Su Le smiled when he saw it. He opened his work and uploaded it immediately! Once published, he closed the platform account. Yet what he did not know was… the impact brought by this song would be nothing short of terrifying.

At this moment… just as all the netizens were discussing Flowers Filling the Tower, in chat groups, on the platform, and among those who constantly monitored Su Le’s account, everyone saw the notification of an update. When they clicked in… there was even a video attached.

In the shadows beneath dim lighting, a silhouette was illuminated. Sitting in a chair...

After a moment of stunned contemplation, she looked around. Aside from the lush shrubs and towering trees, there was no sign of her smiling senior brother. She guessed he must have had something urgent to attend to and so walked back along the path she’d come alone.

Gu Zhen, in her soul form, murmured thus: if a soul could weep, her face would already be unrecognizable.

By this time, Xie Jiangnan was already on a train in Taiyuan city. As he parted ways with Mao Jianhui, he asked him once more to take care of Beibei, and when Beibei left, to see her off.

On this day, the Supreme Elder also emerged from seclusion. But when he saw the distant palace, his eyes were filled with profound shock. In the end, he gritted his teeth and left Blade Sect—but his direction was not toward the palace, but the opposite.

Her ears were filled with Xu Han’s powerful, rhythmic heartbeat, yet within that sound, she heard her own heart, the sharp cracking as it splintered.

Lin Wanwan arrived at He Jin’s door, but to her surprise, she couldn’t get in. He Jin didn’t want to see her and had his servants block her at the entrance.

“Bang!” Xu Han spun around and, summoning all his strength, punched Lin Xi’s cheek, cutting off his furious tirade.

Di Zhou Libing grew even angrier at these words, but the retort that rose to his lips was forcibly swallowed. There was nothing he could do—he hadn’t managed to capture Hankou. Poor performance on the battlefield meant he had no right to speak harshly, and it wasn’t others’ fault for mocking him.

He had thought this battle would make Heavenly Sect famous throughout the Six Realms, solidifying its position. Who would have imagined it was all Gu Cang’s scheme, and everyone had become stepping stones for his reincarnation, used by him.

“External… sound?” Nancy eased a bit when she saw Lu Cheng’s face. Led by him, she entered the room.

Yun Fei’er’s parched lips slowly grew rosy, her skin became translucent and tender, clearly revived and recovering.

Now, Heaven’s One Residence was much livelier than when Bai Fangyun lived here years ago.

“How is that possible?” Lin Xuan wondered. With Lin Yu’s skills, taking a head from a hundred miles away was no surprise. What puzzled her was how Han Wei had failed several times to even touch the willow’s form. Could there really be a secret art in this world that temporarily turned one into a ghost?

He had only a dozen jade pills left, and now worried that when he returned to the inn, he might be kicked out for not paying the bill.

In that moment, even the immortal herbs and spiritual medicines in the medicine fields seemed to dance joyously in the wind for the reunion of the lovers.

“Hmph, pretending to be rich when you can’t afford it. Show me the properties!” Cui Yao’s sharp voice rang out behind.

Though the wife of the city committee was still unusually agitated at this time, her mind was meticulous. She knew that if she spoke too freely, no one would believe her words.

“Despicable scoundrel! Surrender now!” He rushed over again, swinging his fists.

Dong Se, surprisingly, showed no inferiority; instead, Miss Ma’s teasing made her laugh, shoulders shaking, and she couldn’t help but cover her mouth as she coughed.

“We swan knights cannot be looked down upon, even if the other party is royalty,” Leia said coldly.

The opponent’s lifeline was absurdly tough; Old Pig’s full-force strike left only a five-inch deep scar, while Old Pig himself was knocked back a hundred yards, suffering over a million in damage.

And now, Su Ruoyao’s fourth aunt and uncle had arrived—Lü Qiong’s parents—bringing blankets and clothes. Su Ruoyao had even less need to intervene in Lü Qiong’s affairs; otherwise, not only would things end badly, but her fourth aunt might suspect something.

“I heard Shang Wu is coming to Li City?” Bai Li Xiang ignored the distance in Di Wu Mo’s tone and stated her main purpose.

Sensitive and clever as Mei Zhaoling was, how could she not know? So she held her breath this time, determined to make a mark in the competition—not for vanity, but to win honor for her master.

“So you’re Ziyue from the Sanctuary? Hmph, nothing special.” My opponent in the third match, the Beast Master of the Fallen Royal Banner, spoke. The Fallen Royal Banner and Blood Dusk were allies, and now their relationship with Sanctuary was hostile, so naturally, they had no goodwill toward me.

Cool Guy! Recently, Guo Yi kept reminding himself to think this way. He even planned, the next time he met the old man, to show utmost respect, gratitude, even reverence, to express sincere thanks to this immortal.

“Sir, you don’t know how terrifying the ancient tomb is—it’s not a place for the living…” Oktobin trembled as he spoke.

“You!” Old Lady Ai was indeed struck to the heart by Fourth Master’s words. Her own body had once been ugly, and that was precisely why she treasured and cherished the beautiful and sensual body she now possessed.

What was the cause of this, Qiu Xuan couldn’t figure out. He guessed it must be related to Tai Chi. The primordial energy in his body came from his own strength, and Tai Chi was also a method for refining the body. So, by a series of coincidences, the primordial energy, which had never increased before, now saw a slight rise.

“By the way, Qiu Xuan, there’s something else I need to tell you—just so you’re prepared,” the Sword Saint said, glancing at Alfonso before speaking to Qiu Xuan. Qiu Xuan looked up at him, uncertain as to what the Sword Saint wanted to say.

But letting the opponent go so easily would arouse suspicion; severing an arm was also a form of deterrence.

Xin Yuanming stretched out his body in a big X, kicked off his slippers, rolled over, and burrowed into the soft quilt, rubbing it with satisfaction.

Even though the Light Person was a thousand meters tall, each stride covering sixty or seventy meters, the Water Monkey easily widened the gap. If one looked closely, the expression was as if it were walking a dog.

He had watched helplessly as his younger brother Chu Hu was killed by Yun Que in the sword arena, yet, bound by the rules of the Sword Palace, could not act. Now, as long as Yun Que broke the rules first, the Chu family could strike without hesitation.

Seeing Grand Master Gao’s wretched state, everyone felt a chill rising from their hearts, thankful that they hadn’t tried to stop Ba En and his group earlier.