Chapter 50: Persistent Provocation

During the second take, she still couldn’t get into character. Her gaze was vacant, and she recited her lines as if reading from a script, devoid of any emotional outburst.

“Cheng Xingyu!” the director’s voice was edged with anger. “What are you doing? Qi Song is pouring everything into the scene, and you’re still as wooden as ever! Do you want me to cry for you?”

Although the director was known for his temperament...

Xingtian watched helplessly as the sharp point drew closer, growing larger with every passing moment, yet he was powerless to change his fate. At that moment, only one thought filled his mind: Am I about to die?

Fu Qingshuang was also pushing a cart, its front end coming to rest against Tong Ran’s. Luo Xiao stood behind her, hands clasped behind his back.

Xingtian’s brows furrowed slightly before his spiritual sense surged forth from the sea of consciousness, probing into the lake. He was certain that the problem lay within these waters.

Kang Ruicheng would never voluntarily step out of the darkness; he relished his solitude there. Later, Su Xueli realized he was nothing like the man she first met.

Those few dozen words struck Xiao Xiang like a thunderclap, leaving her swaying unsteadily on her feet. The ever-present Xixi quickly caught her by the arm, supporting her until she regained her balance.

Though the man in black wore a mask, his eyes, bright and alert beyond the black cloth, looked oddly familiar to Xiao San. Yet he was certain this was not one of his own men.

She had only just begun her revision now, far too late compared to her classmates who had been preparing for the graduate exams for half a year.

In her heart, Shu Li had always hoped Xue Lengyu would remain at Duke Mu’s manor. That way, she could see her every day. Now that she had left, it was unlikely she would visit often, and Shu Li herself could not go calling daily. The opportunities to meet would be few and far between.

Whenever she saw Kui Yu’s cold, unapproachable demeanor, all her mischief evaporated. She glared back coldly, losing all interest in teasing him, and said, “Forget it. Pretend I never said anything.”

Du Gu Shuqin pressed her chin lightly, her expression becoming intensely complicated—a mixture of surprise, unease, and inner conflict.

Lan Sheng and Zi Ling also wore grave expressions. Facing Chao Wendao was no trivial matter, unlike Chao Qingtan. Though both were Heavenly Masters, Chao Wendao was vastly more formidable. Their own strength had increased, but what had truly grown was their potential, not their current power—they were still no match for Chao Wendao.

“Exactly. Last time he bullied the disciples of the Righteous Path, he was grounded for half a month. He’s much more subdued now,” a slightly older youth remarked with a mocking smile.

The speed of the sword was astonishing. Almost as soon as those two words were uttered, the sword’s light was upon them, the force of its aura fierce and unstoppable.

Next, the ranks of the Xiliang Iron Cavalry rose up, kicking up clouds of dust and displaying formidable might. The Wusun people on the east gate tower of Chigu City were left dumbfounded, especially the Kunmi Wu Juemi of the Wusun nation.

The first time he met her was during a blind date arranged without his consent. His impression of her was dreadful, but he soon forgot the incident, convinced they would never end up together. Her impression of him was no better, yet she never forgot this aimless, idle playboy.

The Supreme Lord Lao was always skilled in divination. Noticing that the East Heavenly Gate and the North Heavenly Gate had both been attacked by the Eastern Celestial Master—and nearly lost each time—he surmised that the next move would likely target the Western Heavenly Gate. Thus, he returned early to the Doushuai Palace to rally his generals and organize defenses.

Though only those who had reached the Ti Yin realm could survive on fasting alone, even practitioners at the Condensed Liquid level would never take so much dry food when entering seclusion for cultivation.

The Jueru was native to a branch river on the southern bank of the Great River, its build tall and massive, resembling both a monkey and a deer. It had horns on its head, thick fur, five digits on both hands and feet, and a white tail trailing behind.