Volume One, Chapter 110: Master Lu’s Ironclad Terms — Su Le Refuses on the Spot!

Ru the Master also came over.

“Sir, is your piece an original?” Ru the Master asked with great curiosity.

“It is my own original work!”

“Including the adapted and translated portions!” Su Le admitted without the slightest hesitation.

This only deepened Ru the Master’s admiration for Su Le.

He had not expected the other man to be an original master as well.

One must know that composing a piano piece oneself and performing someone else’s work are two entirely different things.

Even geniuses are ranked in tiers.

If one truly wishes to become a master, one must create original work.

That was also why, when he and Xu Zhou sincerely reviewed Lu Yaoyao just moments ago, he said she was still not qualified.

“His voice…”

“Why does it sound so familiar…?”

“He was at a gathering with friends, and a friend offered him a cigarette. There were drugs in it, and he didn’t know. Are there any new reports online now?” Ji Lingfei asked.

Before she knew it, she had finished everything in her bowl. Yi Qing patted her stomach; she was actually quite full.

The very thing I least wanted anyone to mention had still been brought up. At that moment, I felt my head grow especially heavy. I had thought this matter would quietly pass like that, and never imagined someone would expose my sore spot.

After a moment, Su Jinglin’s voice came through the speaker of my phone and into my ears. “Qiao Man.”

His voice was as calm as ever, without the slightest ripple.

Qiqi and I were overjoyed. We cried out all the way there, startling the birds in the woods into flight and shaking loose the snow from the branches. A few squirrels watched the unexpected visitors in the forest and wilds with curiosity.

I could not help clenching my fists. I drew in a breath, straightened my back, and curved my lips into a faint smile, saying nothing further.

“I want to refine the Nine Calamities Pill!” Li Qiang said with iron certainty, leaving Yuan Tong no chance to refuse.

Right now, Bai Mingyi was indeed someone Ji Lingfei dreaded seeing, and also someone Lu Han feared facing. When Lu Han saw Ji Lingfei dragging him along to bolster her courage, he could not bear to leave her alone to face Bai Mingyi. If Xia Zechen found out, that bastard would surely use Li Ruying to threaten him again.

I got out of the car. Qiao Jingnan’s car passed by me, and the cold morning wind was enough to make one shudder. I gave a chill and turned around, walking on without looking back.

When it came to going back, Shen Chu’s face twisted into a knot. Just thinking of returning to face that old demon, Madam Lu, and then that troublemaker Lu Chunyan every day, made her feel suffocated. Life truly could not go smoothly in every respect; if things went well in one’s career, then someone was bound to come along and make trouble.

Tang Tang froze. Ever since they had met, he had always teased her with shameless frivolity; he had never been this dispirited before.

The term “judges” naturally referred to those few below. In the underworld, their status was second only to the Ten Yama Kings, far above him, this mere acting underworld emissary.

A bamboo pole tied to the stall held a lightbulb, which at that moment illuminated a radius of two or three meters. In this dim alley, it looked somewhat out of place.

He had snuck in. He did not possess the bloodline of the serpent clan. If he truly had to appear before the ancestral spirit of the serpent race, leaving aside whether he would be exposed, even if he were not, he would gain no benefit.

Along the way, they saw immortal isles blazing with rosy splendor and heroic vitality. Auspicious winds rippled beneath the cliffs; moonlight shimmered like crystal. In the bamboo grove of purple shoots, peacocks flew. On the green willow branches, auspicious parrots sang. Rare flowers and jade grasses bloomed year after year; treasured trees and golden lotuses flourished with each passing season. White cranes often came to the mountaintop, and pale phoenixes arrived many times at the mountain pavilion. Even the swimming fish seemed to understand the nature of cultivation, leaping through waves and riding the spray to listen to the sutras.

At the same time, the string of sandalwood beads hanging on Lu Kang’s left wrist gave a crisp click.

The sea stretched boundless, its waters reaching the sky. Auspicious radiance shrouded the universe; lucky vapors shone over mountains and rivers. Layer upon layer of snowing waves roared into the blue heavens; endless banks of mist and spray surged through the white daylight. Water leaped across the four directions, waves rolled all around. Water leaped across the four directions like thunder, waves rolled all around like rolling thunderbolts.

When Lu Kang woke, it was already night. He pushed open the lid of the coffin and looked around in bewilderment, disheveled and haggard.

Her father, Wang Desheng, was an old farmer, though he loved hunting. In those years, because of state policy, private hunting in the mountains was forbidden, and many hunting rifles in the village had been confiscated. His father’s was no exception.

As for weapons, their classification was actually much the same as that of elixirs. Only, even weapons of the same rank had differences in strength. Generally speaking, weapons were divided into ordinary weapons, fine weapons, and divine arms.

“The martial world of the Dragon Kingdom truly lives up to its reputation. This must be the true power of a spirit weapon, and only a true cultivator of methods can fully unleash it.

“Go with me? What does that mean? Can you be more specific?” Chen Hao played dumb.

Just as Shangguan Luoying was about to erupt in anger at being blocked by Bai Chuanluo, he unexpectedly heard such words. He immediately said, somewhat embarrassed, “It is nothing. I am Shangguan Luoying. Until we meet again!” With that, he tapped the ground with the tip of his foot and hurried off.

Those skills, once one had become a soul, were not all that useful. Of course, some techniques and treasures might still have their uses. Even as a soul body, the Spirit of Life and the Spirit of Water within Yan Ling could still function.

Though Yin Jiuyou’s strength in the demonic camp was not on par with Feng Taiyang’s, when it came to entangling and delaying others she was second to none. Her purpose this time was to stop Yin Tianchou and the other two from making a move. Once her companions had finished off all the righteous cultivators, she would then deal with the three of them.

According to the old man, the reason they had fallen into this state was that the ruin had been wounded and could no longer be replenished with energy. It could only keep consuming its own reserves, and thus it had become what it was now.

The white man raised his gun and fired two sharp cracks. Frightened, Chongyang and Bai Meimei shut their eyes and covered their ears, thinking they were dead.

A wave of dizziness flooded into Qin Feng’s head, and the world before his eyes swayed. It took about ten seconds before that awful feeling slowly subsided.

Luo Tian was still dragging that crystal-clear peacock longsword in his hand. The green blade passed over his bare arm, pointing to one side. The leaves that had covered his body vanished, the cap woven from grass also disappeared, and Luo Tian’s already tattered clothes were exposed once more.

“Master Murong, last night, the patriarch…” Zhong Mushan asked, hoping to find some clue from the past.

“Oh? The Primordial Unity Sect? Xin’er did mention it. Since Feng’er says so, then take Xin’er with you. I agree as well,” Fifth Uncle said with a smile to Xia Mingfeng.

Amid a burst of shimmering waterlight, the cupboard opened again, and Luo Tian and Chang Baoer stepped out one after the other. Yet the scene outside shocked both of them profoundly.

He did not know that just last night, an entirely unexpected event had still taken place, and that event had completely changed the course of everything.

A soft breeze brushed his face. Compared with the wind in the other world, which could not even be felt at all, it was truly marvelous.

The cultivators were naturally no ordinary people; they knew exactly what was most appropriate. Without much discussion, they quickly reached an agreement to cooperate. Their beams of escape light rose together once more, shooting toward the lofty stone dais.