Volume One, Chapter 116: The Law of the Entertainment Industry—When Your Fame Fades, You Will Be Trampled Upon!

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“Everyone, we’re asking you on behalf of Maggie to buy an album. This might be her last one!”
“Yes, please help us. Maggie is about to leave the music scene—consider it a final gift for her!”
“After all, you’re all artists from the same company. Surely, you won’t turn a blind eye!”
“As she retires from music, let’s leave her with a respectable set of numbers from this album!”

Seeing the flood of Maggie’s fans pleading for help, Ke Min and Hua Chenhui’s supporters erupted in sarcasm and ridicule.
“What do Maggie Chen’s records have to do with us?”
“She betrayed her old company just to release a record, and now...”

Under the car’s headlights, the faint outlines of the Japanese positions on both sides of the Wei River Bridge appeared in the gunner’s field of vision.

This was already the limit of what he could tolerate—whether she could maintain it would depend on Xie Xiuying herself. His hand, which had been half-raised, quickly dropped at Xiaoxiao’s words, a flash of joy appearing on his face.

He understood that on the dueling platform, no one could intervene; otherwise, it would challenge the authority of the Martial Emperor. Naturally, he had no fear of the powerful figures above.

When Xu Mo was led below deck by Manuel, the sailors who had gathered on the deck began to disperse, although none seemed in the mood for conversation.

“Huh, Iron Rillet! Aren’t you at the helm?” Xu Mo glanced curiously at the first mate of the Vasa, raising his monocular to observe the effect of the bombardment.

The reconnaissance platoon’s task was to clear the way for the entire battalion and guide the main forces toward the northern airport of Taiyuan under cover.

“Come by the shop tomorrow to buy it; the price is negotiable.” Old Zhang, not wishing to get too involved, brushed them off casually.

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This sudden shift from despair to hope, from death to life, gave Hu Menglin a sudden insight: death is the beginning of life. Could it be that to master the Living Wood Technique, one must truly die first?

Special effects technology has far surpassed what it was; just the depiction of the First Emperor’s Mausoleum could now be featured in a close-up lasting over a minute, showcasing the most magnificent of Qin dynasty constructions.

It was almost laughable—since her return, Xie Xiuying had never once asked where Father Feng was buried, nor suggested taking her two sons to pay their respects. If Father Feng could see this from the underworld, how chilled his heart would be.

She felt that her marriage to Bai Congjian was truly exhausting, as if they were putting on a performance for everyone else.

No wonder, then, that Du Sheng would bring a wooden box and say so many strange things that day.

The rebel soldiers had no idea what was happening, exchanging bewildered glances. Some quick-witted ones tried to raise the fallen sails, only to find the spars had snapped—no matter how skilled a shipwright, repairs were impossible in such haste.

Lupin’s words seemed to cast a soul-stealing spell over Nymphadora Tonks. One moment she was furious, the next, at Lupin’s command, her anger vanished completely.

At the foot of the snow-capped mountain, the temperature was already dropping compared to the capital. Though it was early summer, a chill could still be felt.

He was entirely in the dark about what was happening outside. After all, his grasp of the protective power was far less thorough than Donna’s. Unless something was within his sight or on his mind, he knew nothing; he really was just a dabbler.

Nie Kong’s mind conjured the skills a level 10 mage could learn: Purification, Mind Shock, Mana Armor, Mana Illusion Blade, and Light of Wisdom.

Though last night the city of Yeqiu was in chaos, even the courier inn caught fire, by the time everyone got up, anxious and fearful, it seemed as if the city had not changed at all.

Chatting with Aitu, Nie Kong arrived at the training ground. Bai Ling, Manji, and Ling Xu were all summoned, and, using a double experience scroll, he began a session of intense training.

If he could win an award, that would be a perfect curtain call. If not, he had no regrets. It was the process that mattered; as for the result, if he truly cared, his background could change everything.

Most likely, even though Lu Yuan was still at the early Core Formation stage, he could handle a mid-stage opponent with ease, and even a weaker late-stage cultivator would be no problem.

No wonder the curious stares—after all, the Sharp-Edged Army had never patrolled inside the alleyways before.

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A Cinderella who marries a prince and becomes a princess—perhaps that only happens abroad.

Now that he’d started making moves, Wu Shaogang would not stop, nor miss a single opportunity.

“Sorry, but work comes first. Goodbye, darling,” Jenny said apologetically. She took the travel bag from He Jia’s hands, passed through security, and ran toward the tarmac.

As Wu Shaogang was patrolling around Jingzhao Prefecture Road, the Intelligence Bureau delivered another report: things had quieted down around Jinghu South Road, and Ashu seemed to be withdrawing with the Mongol army toward Xiangyang.

Hearing this, Ouyang Heyue, who had been reluctant to leave with unresolved matters, finally breathed a sigh of relief. Yet she did not understand Su Nange’s intent in asking such a question.

Zieg’s contractual promise was to deliver the final product within two weeks; otherwise, they would issue a full refund and pay a three percent penalty.

Finally, Su Muyuan nodded. He was indeed a little curious about that other world, but in the end, it was just talk. Leaving a place he’d lived in for so long to go somewhere unfamiliar, without friends or company—it was not impossible, but he was used to life as it was.

“Mommy, I feel like I’ve gained weight these past two days, eating and sleeping all the time. The crew will probably tease me,” Lin Xi said, her gaze falling on the apple already peeled.

Entering the main public road, he saw a three-lane highway where three cars could drive side by side; with the opposite direction, it was a six-lane thoroughfare running through all of J City.

These soldiers were not Yan Miansheng’s subordinates, merely under his temporary command. Yan Miansheng lacked the aura of a great general and had no care for his troops. With the situation thrown into chaos and no personal guards with him, how could he have foreseen such drastic changes?

Meanwhile, outside, including in the cafeteria, the news was spreading through the company at a speed of 180 per second.

Yao Zhen exchanged pleasantries, then, unconcerned, began to eat. Yao Guoqing, on the other hand, frowned in dissatisfaction.

To embody victory in one’s person—that is the essence of a concept. Just as the Void Sea is the concept of all the world’s rules, Yingluo embodies the concept of victory. In terms of rank, Yingluo and the Void Sea are personifications of concepts, existing on the same level. The only difference is that the Void Sea values breadth, while Yingluo values precision.