Chapter 51: A Lesson

"Hmm?" Qin Yu couldn't help but sigh inwardly at these words; Fang Wuqi was really too impatient.

"Ah, no, what I meant was that being able to wake someone up is already quite impressive," Fang Wuqi realized he had gotten carried away and quickly smiled to explain.

...

Footsteps sounded. Only after hearing the person walk away did Li Cai look up and use a tissue to wipe the wine stains off his shoes, along with the traces of blood.

Meng Yining didn't turn around. She could sense by instinct that Le Yi had returned. He drew closer and peered into the house through the same broken tile.

... Han Yi, who fancied himself absolutely handsome, even believed that brushing his teeth and washing his face made him shine with glamour.

Having drifted through the outside world for several years, she found herself, with age, yearning for a child of her own. Yet her current boyfriend, as well as her previous ones, had no intention of marrying. If she didn't want her child to be illegitimate, someone had to become that child's father.

Luo and Rongyi, like a pair of monkeys, frantically swatted at mosquitoes. By the end of the night, they were utterly exhausted.

"Lanxiang, tell me, have I grown old and lost my charm?" Otherwise, why did the master always overlook her, seeing only the radiant and alluring Lady Li?

It turned out he had spoken halfway before realizing he’d mistaken Zhou Shaoan for a sect disciple from some provincial capital, given how young he looked.

In recent years, the Demon Realm’s strength was no match for the Heavenly Realm. After the great war, their defeat was inevitable—an impasse. And now, it would implicate him as well.

Zhang Qingyang’s legs struck in rapid succession, wave after wave like the relentless tide, with his two cat tails launching wild assaults from all directions. Incredibly, he managed to fight Jin Zun to a standstill.

At this moment, Lu Yueting finally understood that even as Mu Yi’s primary wife, she never truly had all of his trust.

He had tuned in specifically for Masked Number 10’s match. In this bout, the masked youth performed steadily—showing the poise of a great general, though nothing particularly outstanding.

The two of them strolled around the stadium and then entered the arena again, both sighing at the swift passage of time.

Three days later, just as Xu Wuyou and Bai Ling stepped out of the cultivators’ city, ready to leave, a sudden upheaval erupted. The earth shook, the solid ground beneath them rippling like turbulent waves, and a powerful force locked Xu Wuyou and Bai Ling in place, preventing their escape.

Thus, the Cloud Rankings were not divided by cultivation level, making the competition truly fair. Ling Hao, however, rarely competed against those far weaker than himself. Hearing this arrangement made him uneasy, as if he was bullying others.

What pleased him most was not Ling Hao’s strength, nor that he passed the second illusion array with ease, but that his understanding of the Four Seasons Sword Technique was the most exceptional in tens of thousands of years.

What he needed was a pass—a credential that would gain recognition from directors and production companies within the circle.

Behind them, the grass rustled. Ah Xuan could no longer bear listening from afar and finally walked over.

No, perhaps Xu Wenwen would come? But he’d made her an empty promise—her chance to be a manager had barely materialized before he landed himself in jail.

Back in his seat, Li Fangcheng shed his producer's role and became a devoted audience member.

The Scroll of Life and Death slowly unfurled. Two fish, one black and one white, began to revolve under the power of vitality, chasing one another in an endless dance.

Lin Zhuo’s words made it clear that the merchants who dared emerge from Shanxi would pay a heavy price. After all, merchants were but lowly commoners—less than playthings in the hands of the nobility. Blood would flow, families would be destroyed, and that would be the least of their suffering.