Volume One, Chapter 113: What Does It Feel Like to Be Worshipped by Masters and Revered as Their Idol?

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That aura… completely reduced Master Lu’s former pride to ruins.
Over the years he had encountered masters who were weaker, masters his equal, and masters who had surpassed him.
But not a single one had ever conquered him by playing just one piece.
As a master of extraordinary rank, he dared to face every difficult challenge, and he had enough resolve and courage to accept his own limitations.
He could also gracefully accept another’s excellence.
At that instant, when Su Le lifted his head and rose to his feet, it was only then that Master Lu came back to himself from the shock.
He walked toward Su Le with deep respect.
“I am willing to call you Master Su…”
“Please…”

Jia Hao Lin stared at the man before him. Though his head was lowered and his face could not be seen, his bearing and air could not be faked—he was certainly no ordinary man.
Though she knew Qin Mo was formidable and had once achieved astonishing feats, she trusted her own talent and hard work even more.
After changing clothes and going out, she had assumed An Zili was there to take her back. He had to be, yet when she checked his room there was no one at all.
She had thought that even if Pang Yuwan bothered her, it would have to be after she had reached Beiming; if she did not provoke her, she would have no reason to harm her.
Shen Yugui acted at once, took out her phone, checked flights to Shangri-La, and booked an evening ticket.
It was no secret that the Gu and Shen families were already enemies, but if Shen Hezhen were to do this, considering how sharp Murong Yun’s grief was at losing her son, she might well bring a crowd to the General’s Residence and cause a scene.
Besides, the so-called Lord of the Bitter Sea’s punch did not merely crush every being beneath its will and dominate all under heaven; even in raw force it was dreadful, reaching the very peak of terror.

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He only told him plainly what had happened three months later, and warned Ren Aoyun to prepare.
Tiny ice crystals appeared along the sword’s edge; its rushing forward slowed, and in the half-air between them it hung motionless with a cold, glimmering light, making his outline suddenly clear.
That day, Wang Yuchen had spoken with Fox with surprising ease. He even remembered that conversation clearly, because then Fox had given him the impression of a truly sunny, cheerful young man.
“What, an old acquaintance?” Lin Luyan guessed the man’s likely identity. They had somehow not perished with Zhang Jun in the explosion—his luck was absurdly tenacious.
Zhang Siqi, one of those familiar with Zhang Jun’s voice, lost all steadiness at that timbre; her hands and feet trembled of their own accord.
Lin Weiwei was frozen too, suddenly bathed in cold sweat. Could Zeng Yu have gone foolish at that moment?
She knew exactly what Zeng Yu intended. In the end, she could only pay a small price and get the two of them off the vehicle.
After that, Jiang Hui’s older brother’s household could no longer use this as an excuse to seize Xu Yao’s authority over management.
Mu Jianchen thought it over. He had only a few hundred yuan in savings. His elder ran a company worth over a hundred million; naturally his taste was high, and anything he bought would look poor if it seemed cheap.
The two sat on the sofa, yet Jia Junqing kept a deliberate distance from Jiang Yan.
When they asked about Mao Yuning’s trip home, he smiled and cheerfully replied, then went inside and brought out a whole basket of fruit, sharing it with everyone.
Lin Zhenye raised his head slightly, shot Lin Hao a look half resentful as if in frustration, then turned and smiled at Jin Feng.
Pour the scalding soy liquid slowly along the edge of the steamed-fish platter; finally, sprinkle an appropriate amount of cilantro around its rim.
“I’d like to know too,” Sword Demon said with a laugh. “Even the Heavenly Emperor may not be spared this curiosity.”
As he thought this, the middle-aged man’s sword came at him like a venomous snake. Liuye Fei could only parry by reflex, but disaster struck: the sword he swung was cut in two.
“There is nothing to debate. I would be doing better to ask for your guidance.” Han Xiao offered polite humility in return.
“Good, then it is you.” Yi Zixia took the qipao from Jin Feng’s hands and, with a radiant smile, walked toward the changing room, so delighted it seemed as though Jin Dongliang himself had made it for her.
She wore a spotless white shirt with a wine-red tie, black slacks tightened by a brand-new leather belt, and held in her hand a light black summer blazer; even her leather shoes shone like liquid black, untouched by a trace of dust.
Now the knife was back in its sheath. Faced with such a formidable foe, Geng Jingzhong did not dare to draw it again and wield it against this Vajra-like giant. With the giant pressing in step by step, he could only retreat and think of a way out.

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“We’ll wait here for a while,” Xia Amei said with a smile to Xiao Hengwei.
In truth, not only they—Han Xiao himself did not even know. His combination of many talisman arrays was his deepest secret. If it were stolen here, he would lose his advantage.
“As long as Elder Shen is here, that is enough,” He Yaodong said with a light smile, then took the Big Black Star from his pocket, aimed it at the gangster who had spoken to him, and pulled the trigger.
Great Dragon’s HP was 2,500, and the people of the ZBC group around him all stopped, allowing Great Dragon to hurl his ultimate again and again, terrifying the Blind Monk with each cast.
Chen Anquan gradually slowed to a walk. He took out his phone, opened a shopping app, and began searching for the words “load-bearing equipment.”
Suddenly a giant red-and-yellow dragon burst directly from the ground, planted one foot on the dead worm, and let out a sky-splitting cry.
Li Ying’s startled cry tore through the sky: How could this be? My so accomplished son could be disliked by anyone?
Chu Shanhai would never yield easily, yet he already knew there was no point in arguing by words with Yu Xingchen.
Others also took Ji Rujia for the culprit and paid no attention to Yin Ze’s move; it was exactly for that reason that Yin Ze had the chance to snatch the gun away.
Afterward, the two held a brief banquet. During it, the slightly tipsy air about Lifei was so charming it made even Anka’s heart stir, though Anka would, whenever such feelings rose, strike his own chest hard to keep himself in check.
Xu Jiajun merely came by to greet them; after a few words he left, seeing that his presence made it hard for Chen Meiqi to speak what she wanted to say.
Yet he was not wholly free of displeasure. After all, this matter harmed Xu Yiner’s reputation. Even though she was a first-rate star, one who had weathered real storms, she could not walk out of this turmoil untouched in such a short time.
Orders were passed down, and Hou Cheng mounted up, brandishing his saber, and with five hundred royal guards charged toward the breach at the northwest corner.
Wei’s camp had already been breached, and the Wei troops at the ford were even less able to withstand anything. He could almost see hope of escaping upward to the heavens.
Huangfu Song remained majestic in his righteousness; with one upright, severe rhetorical question he left Dong Cheng speechless, at a loss for an answer.