Chapter 42: A Rare Opportunity

Jiang Yu’s lips curved slightly at these words, and she secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She knew she couldn’t waste this opportunity, nor could she let Sily down.

During a break in the shoot, Jiang Yu sat on a chair to the side, resting for a moment. Song Zhi Ning handed her a bottle of water and whispered, “Yu, the trending searches online are still going strong.” Jiang Yu took the bottle, absentmindedly...

She rested her hand under her cheek, gazing at him thoughtfully. He truly had a fine face—gentle and pleasing, the kind that easily won people over.

To move this world, one would have to become its master. Unfortunately, the source power of this world had long since vanished, and it was now collapsing. Yun He had no way to refine it.

“Let’s eat first, I’m starving. Sit down and I’ll tell you everything,” I said as I parked the motorcycle in a space.

On the North Park highway, the three of us sped along in an old Santana, hitting a hundred kilometers an hour. Earlier, at the villa gate, we’d parted from Iron Block. He returned to his new home, while we headed back to Dongguan Town.

I had witnessed Fang Ting’s stubbornness before. Last time, when I refused to go out, she camped out at my door until I had no choice but to open it.

If someone woke me in the morning, my first reaction would be to curse and then go back to sleep as if nothing had happened. But at this hour, once I’m awake, it’s hard to fall back asleep. I wondered who could be knocking—if not He Ya, then perhaps Fang Ting.

“If you keep talking, I really won’t want you anymore.” She reached out and slapped that outrageously handsome face of his, her expression calm, as if holding back emotion.

“The imperial physician says the general has yet to recover, and as for Cheng Jun, who knows when he’ll be well again?” Liu Bingyi understood what Shangguan Youmeng was lamenting, but didn’t continue. Instead, he shifted the conversation back to Huo Chengjun.

“My name is Fang Ting. I’m truly honored to receive this award.” Fang Ting was always optimistic; she must have grown used to such attention. On stage, she remained poised and composed.

“Pfft—” Everyone felt as though they’d been punched in the chest, left speechless.

“But that’s not the main issue; the real problem lies with you.” Zhao Xiang fixed his gaze on Deputy Director Qian, his eyes flickering.

Zhao Xiang’s blade flashed; it seemed he hadn’t even touched Boss Du’s pant leg, yet Boss Du’s left hand, gripping the knife, went numb, both hands swinging back and forth like a swing.

Shu An’s voice sounded slowly; this time, she was already responding with emotion, though in truth, the words weren’t meant for Li Yuan.

Even so, most people saw that Wang Naijie was on the rise. Anyone with eyes could see his potential was far from fully realized; signing him now was an investment in the future.

“I won’t eat. I’ve had so much rich food lately that just looking at this makes me nauseous,” Liu Can lied.

By rights, the first person Chen Dun should have suspected was Commander Lu Bing of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, but instinctively, he felt it wasn’t him.

At the main gate, Chao Zhong saw Zhang Tianyi return home and hurried up to greet him. Zhang Tianyi said, “Come with me.”

Wang Liang looked up again, but now his eyes were filled with pure despair. Chen Dun was startled, a bad feeling flashing through his mind. Before he could speak, Wang Liang suddenly wrenched free from Wang’s grasp and slammed his head against the steps. His skull shattered. He lay still.

So this matter could hardly be called a leak, though my own behavior had been less than discreet. The news from Lingnan made Li Shimin’s eyes glint.

“No, you’d better leave the Qiu residence at once. Don’t get involved in this mess,” Peng Bo refused bluntly.

Others might not know Li Xiuyu’s standing at court, but Chief Constable Fu certainly did. His son was required to send a letter home every month.

Seeing Yu Fei’s action, Xu Fu nodded and, with a wave of his hand, split off a large chunk of rock, setting it down in front of Yu Fei.

Ye Luo’s words received neither agreement nor refusal from Zuo Ming; instead, Zuo Ming fell into deep thought.

“It seems we have much to learn before we can truly integrate into human society, don’t you think?” After a long silence, the Purifier, Lasha, shook his head.

“Boss, how is it?” Gao Jin had been overseeing Liuli Street day and night for days. Li Weidong could afford to be a hands-off boss, but Gao Jin could not, since this would soon be Li Weidong’s workplace, and he couldn’t be careless. Fortunately, Li Weidong’s requirements weren’t high and didn’t require major renovations.

Though things had changed, at least Li Tian had managed to snatch them away from the Demon Clan. Now, for the Bone-Forehead Clan, the seal could at last be lifted, and they could become something entirely new.

That man had intended to lock our car doors with chains, then set us on fire. Thankfully, Dongfang Ding discovered it in time, or the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Xue Yao moved smoothly; almost as soon as Qi Yue finished speaking, she had already sent someone to handle the matter, leaving Qi Yue with no chance to intervene.

Regardless of the version, all accounts of the Fallen Land’s origins clearly pointed to the previous era of the Cosmic Sea.

As soon as the words fell, Feng Hao extended his right foot, stepping onto the steel cable, putting weight on it to keep it taut. He shifted his weight onto his right foot, pulled his left foot free, placed it on the next cable, and stretched out his arms for balance.

As he finished speaking, the music of strings and flutes began. Four inner disciples from the Huashan Sect stepped forward and bowed deeply to him. Chu Songyang returned the gesture. One disciple held out a treasured sword and said, “Master, please accept the sect leader’s token.” With that, he offered the sword. Chu Songyang replied, “Very well,” and reached to take it.