Volume One Chapter 112: A Croatian Rhapsody, Deemed the Work of a Hall of Fame Level Master

As the final note faded, the crowd in the grand hall remained utterly entranced by the music. In a room on the second floor, however, Master Lu had already risen to his feet, a faint smile playing on his lips. He cast a scornful glance toward Su Le, his expression full of disdain.

“Age has caught up with me; I can never return to my prime,” Master Lu said wistfully.

“Even so, you’re more than capable of crushing that arrogant boy,” Janifee quickly replied, handing a hot towel for him to wipe his hands. She, too, threw a look of contempt at Su Le.

“It’s your turn, young man,” Master Lu said. “Don’t disappoint me. If you lose, I’ll have you kneel in the hall for an hour...”

“What are you staring at? Your mind is elsewhere.” Chu Molin noticed the distracted look on his wife’s face and questioned her.

“Young Lord, there were only a few of us present then. If it wasn’t those two, who else could it be?” the servant replied anxiously.

Truly, he didn’t mind how much pressure was on his shoulders. After all, he was a man, and it was his duty to bear responsibility for his family and beloved. Besides, he was not blameless in this matter.

“Well, since he looks down on us, there’s no need for us to make a move, is there?” Ling Fanyue narrowed her eyes in amusement, smiling at the man standing loftily above them.

Having no excuse to leave, Ziyan could only follow Gong Qingyu back to their chambers, attending to the elaborate rituals of bathing and dressing.

Next, the auctioneer brought out another item meant for lovers—a Heart-Turning Whip. Once again, it was Ni Ba who claimed the object, spending over a million spirit points.

Chu Zhuohang’s gesture was natural but intimate, a protective motion that shielded Su Mi from any harm.

“You...” Qingxuan gazed at the lively face before him, realizing how long it had been since he’d seen Gu Liuxi like this.

She was genuinely relieved not to have to pay compensation—she could never have covered such a loss.

After Wang Haobing lost his job, he and Liang Jianlan had fled to H province to start a company, where Liang Jianguo worked.

Liao Xiang, director of the advertising department, emerged from the conference room, his brow furrowed in worry. The general manager’s outburst still echoed in his ears.

Debate raged in Zuoyue’s world about which was the true king among the Armor Series: some staunchly supported the Emperor Armor, others the Shura Armor. Zuoyue decided to challenge the martial maniac, Flame Emperor, to settle the matter.

No matter how you looked at it, she needed to join a formidable army to slay more demons and grow stronger. Her mother was a princess of the human kingdom—now a fallen one.

Li Zhuoguang opened his mouth but couldn’t speak; what he’d done was nothing short of deception. He could only nod.

Not far off, Wang Jun’s classmate, the fresh-faced Yang Qingyi, watched them, amused.

In the end, the wild ass, frustrated after hurting its teeth, took out its anger on the nearby grass.

Since stepping onto the battlefield against the demons, Eli had gone from a great noble to a soldier—in fact, a general for all tribes.

But love, at seventeen, felt too early for Zuoyue. In the modern twenty-first century, seventeen was considered premature for romance.

Luo Qingqing braced herself against the table. She had run through this plan countless times in her mind—she’d been waiting so long to carry it out.

When the countdown ended, the train car doors shut, and the train slowly departed. Passenger Li Chunfeng was left in the Marvel world, uncertain if he would ever return.

“So, Lord Fengjin, you knew all along that my voice had recovered, didn’t you? And you likely knew, too, that Mulings went to inform on me—you just chose to turn a blind eye.” Only now did she realize how terrifying Lord Fengjin’s mind truly was.

Though the Liao army was mainly composed of Khitans, Xi, and Bohai soldiers, there were inevitably a few Han, but he no longer cared. Anyone loyal enough to march with the Liao army was already a diehard.

Now that a martial cultivator had come knocking, Zhang Li was naturally filled with anticipation.

It wasn’t until Jiang Yuying reviewed the plane’s surveillance footage after waking up that she confirmed it was Fang Mo who had intervened. She’d witnessed Fang Mo’s incredible power at the Luo family’s birthday banquet in Kunshan, and only he could have stopped the kidnapping so silently.

Yamata-no-Orochi had witnessed the birth of this longsword firsthand, and even sensed a faint threat emanating from it—proof enough of the sword’s extraordinary power.

When the footsteps faded, the man took out a box of cigars from his bag, lighting one and filling the air with a sweet aroma.

Fan Pingyuan stepped forward, took the formation staff from the hands of the Daoist Xuan Zhen, glanced at it, and stowed it within himself.

Meanwhile, Wu Mang had shed all his young master arrogance. Clinging to Feng Jia’s leg, he sobbed, all dignity lost.

Wang Tianbao, too, stroked his beard, looking utterly satisfied, as if convinced victory was in his grasp.

But during job interviews, people either dismissed Gu Yu for being from a third-rate university or for not having graduated yet.

Among these talismans, some were for attack, some for control. Tang Qiao didn’t care what each did—he barely glanced at them, channeling a little spiritual power into each before tossing them down. Instantly, explosions and bizarre sounds erupted below.

Emperor Zhaode’s face was grim—he never had a pleasant expression when meeting with Si Zhan.

“First on the Blacklist? What is that? The Ye family? And what do they do?” As everyone stared in shock, Zifeng’s voice, mocking and confused, rang out, his gaze settling on Ye Jinping’s bewildered face.

“Come, I want to see what tricks Lin Chengzhi has up his sleeve.” He knew it was probably futile, yet he couldn’t bring himself to give up.

His mind flashed back to what happened before he lost consciousness—obviously, it was Situ Wanling lying atop him.

“The Miyazaki brothers arrived a bit early this year, didn’t they?” As Miyazaki She spoke, Kunsha’s calm voice followed.

Elsewhere, in the mountains and forests, Zifeng and his two companions had silently eliminated nine enemies, their actions still undetected. It was a testament to Zifeng’s skill—though some luck was involved. Blood flowed beneath the trees, and killing intent hung thick in the air.

Gu Yu had already guessed that the handsome man’s words were merely a stalling tactic. He had considered eliminating him before heading to Kunyun Mountain to investigate, but he decided it was better to hurry there immediately.