Chapter 30: Cheng Xingyu’s Performance Was a Disaster!

But the news that followed made Jiang Yu’s expression turn grim.

“Cheng Xingyu will play the female lead. The male lead is still under negotiation.”

Jiang Yu froze, raising her head. “Then what about me? Am I playing the second female lead? Or the third?”

Zhuang Luoyan’s smile remained unchanged, her voice gentle yet clear. “Miss Jiang, you won’t be participating in this drama.”

...

Lin Xiyue admitted it: she was jealous of her. Jealous that, despite not being as good as her in any way, she could still attract so much affection.

Outside the cave, the gray eagle had already arrived. Compared to before, it had undergone tremendous changes—even its aura was different. It had now advanced to the sixth rank of demon beasts, all thanks to Liu Yu.

So Qin Ming vaulted down from the city wall, leaped onto his horse, and with a tug of the reins, galloped after them.

Yizhu was suspicious. She still hadn’t revealed what kind of drug she had given herself, nor why she was so certain that standing with Qingfeng meant she had already committed an indiscretion with him.

The three grand palace masters were all ancient deities, having survived from antiquity until now for hundreds of thousands of years. Their status in the Divine Realm was exceptionally exalted—even the God Emperor and Empress had to show them considerable respect.

“Chief!” Gu Weilin was deeply moved, nearly squeezing out a few tears to express his emotion.

Huang Di frowned and glanced at him. The aura around him differed from the ‘Emperor Xia’ of that day—there was a new, restrained murderous energy, making it impossible to tell whether this was his true self or just an incarnation.

The three wild boss monsters struck back, instantly causing the Twilight of the Gods to lose several thousand people, with tens of thousands more in poor condition.

Yan Ling smiled. Her months spent capturing and purifying ghosts had not been in vain; her reputation had spread, and people were almost calling her a deity.

After a burst of thunderous noise, Gu Shaoyu shook his sore arm and tossed the innkeeper aside.

But Naraku seemed to know exactly what she intended to do. Suddenly, he reversed his grip and tried to pull Luo Yunxi directly toward him.

The hand originally gripping the seat cushion gradually loosened. Just as she was about to be flung out, an arm appeared from nowhere, wrapped around her waist, and turned her body so that their positions were switched.

...

Wen He leaned against Huo Chen’s chest, her gaze flickering as her slender arms encircled his strong waist.

“No signal...” Li Ling was slightly startled. She checked her wristband again—still no signal.

Ji Zici was not someone to be trifled with. Truly not. He was like a madman, liable to cling to her at any moment.

“I promise, next time I’ll be gentler.” His laughter was low and hoarse as he reached for the robe beside him to help Ye Qingluo dress.

Yan Sinian lay sideways on the bed, watching her gracefully enter the bedroom without sparing him a glance. Suddenly, he smiled.

“Surrender?” Zhou Biao burst out laughing, as if hearing the funniest joke, and then suddenly lashed out at An Xinyue.

“The prince agreed?” Yun Shi looked up in surprise. Rumor had it the regent prince was cold and taciturn, rarely speaking. She feared she had misunderstood him and felt only empty joy, so she dared not rise directly.

As Gu Xicheng put it: Our old man isn’t someone who respects others. My mother suffered because of this, which is why she knows how to respect people.

It hurt, but she couldn’t tell Zhao Guanlan. She feared that if he felt sorry for her, he’d want to leave this place. With Liu Yi and Lady Liu unconscious, if they abandoned the Liu family now, it would be truly dishonorable. How could Zhao Guanlan do business in the future?

Yet, when he saw that square tombstone once more, he realized this was just the beginning.

I gazed at the endless, desolate horizon. Snowflakes fell from the sky, and I reached out to catch the elusive reality, only to watch it melt in my palm.

Lin Feng’s gentleness, strength, charm, and omnipotence, combined with his saving grace—what else could Liu Xiyan do but offer herself in gratitude?

At this moment, Song He was still napping. He had dragged a chair to the window to bask in the sun. Suddenly, he felt the sunlight on his face diminish and slowly woke up.

The match continued. Li Chengguo took to the court, and Zhao Hui eagerly awaited his performance. As soon as Li Chengguo entered, the score rose, and the second set was tied at eighteen.

The meaning was clear: in the face of public opinion and profit, she—was about to be abandoned.

Sighs echoed throughout the academy, perhaps mourning Qin Chaoyun’s crushing defeat, or perhaps unwilling to be bullied by outsiders again.

Lu Wuwei had some luck. Early on, he apprenticed under a wandering spiritual sword master, who taught him the way of the spirit sword—using spiritual power as an aid while focusing on swordsmanship.

...

“Awful.” He was given such a random name, as if he were just some random corpse.

Shen Zhangtian said, “That’s exactly what I thought. Miss Lu, Miss Zhao, please wait here.” Zhao Ruzhi and Lu Shui nodded, while his two subordinates remained alert for any unexpected occurrences.

All the male disciples of the Qingyue Palace wept and scattered flowers behind them, congratulating their palace master on growing old with her groom, and celebrating their own liberation.

In Li Meili’s heart, Lin Zhi was never an ordinary person. Though she didn’t know why, she always sensed Lin Zhi possessed extraordinary power, able to save people from disaster.

“What on earth is this thing?” Bound tightly by the vines, Bai Youruo’s eyes filled with caution as she struggled to move.

Rounding the screen, she saw the vines on the cliff outside had crept inside, covering the innermost wall, their surfaces glistening with dewdrops.

Hearing Chu Xiao’s question, Li Jing’er was quite surprised. The wine cellar incident at Cao Ting’s house was obviously Cao Ge’s doing.

When it came down to it, that man was too capricious, never following the rules, acting only on his whims.

She was wary of the system and refused to ask more, for asking would expose her current state. Who knew whether it was normal or abnormal? If abnormal, she didn’t want to take the risk.

After Jun Mo and Jiang Yunqing slapped hands as a sign of agreement, the chill on them faded a little. Seeing Jiang Yunqing’s smiling face, Jun Mo’s eyes flashed with determination.

Ye Miao pondered for a while. Staying in the room wasn’t a solution. She decided to go out and have a look.

In the hospital ward of the Human Alliance Medical Center at the frontline base, Renault sat on his bed as usual, reading the newspaper. In a few days, he would be discharged and finally leave this place.

He had no qualms about making Chairman Yuan take the blame, but he could never let the old lady shoulder it.

Old Tiger Yun thought to himself: better a short pain than a long one. Since it had to be said eventually, there was no point in dragging it out. And so, he decided to inform everyone at once.