Volume One Chapter 118: The Album Sales Data Is Out!!

A short while later...

The voice of Hua Chenhui came from the other end of the line.

“Mr. Su, what made you think of calling me today?”

“I’m preparing for tonight’s concert.”

On the other end, Wang Junjie was both surprised and delighted to receive Su Le’s call, his tone brimming with excitement.

When Hua Chenhui heard Wang Junjie’s address for Su Le, he paused, a hint of astonishment flashing across his face. He hadn’t expected Su Le to actually be so familiar with Wang Junjie.

“I’m calling for no other reason—I just happened to run into one of your defeated subordinates,” Su Le said with a smile, glancing up at Hua Chenhui.

“Of course, I remember—the runner-up, right? I remember him!” Wang...

Qin Yang felt that the events of today had completely overturned his understanding of pythons. Such enormous snakes, and not just one?

An Qing, disturbed by the commotion, had no choice but to leave her sanctuary. She hadn’t even eaten her fill at breakfast before being dragged out by her two brothers.

“Alright, no problem. I’ll wait until you get your salary, then I’ll head back,” Qin Jiang agreed without hesitation, feeling a pang of sympathy. So this was why her finances were so tight.

So that’s how it was, Wei Li blinked. He’d wondered how he could think about such things and say those words when he was already in that state—it hadn’t originally been so.

Chen Tang entered a semi-secluded state. He had a major task ahead: the founding ceremony of the sect. Elder Zhen and Elder Ling would awaken again in just over a year, and he wanted to hold the ceremony when they revived. Aside from cultivation, he focused on planning and preparing the founding ritual.

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Guo Qiang’s voice was urgent and tense, snapping Lin Xi’s mind awake. She then realized the rain outside was pouring down, almost accompanied by thunder and lightning.

Two years ago, Lin Zhengying was still following Hong Jinbao, scraping by for meals. Now, two years later, not only had his counterpart become an actor, he had also produced a blockbuster film—how could Lin Zhengying not feel envious?

In the blink of an eye, more than half a month had passed, bringing them into August, Hong Kong’s hottest season.

Xiao Nanfeng was almost at the city gate. He still didn’t know what she was coming into the city for, nor which way to go, so he turned to ask.

Ah Yu wanted to say goodbye, but before the words left her lips, she looked up and saw a dark figure approaching.

Miao Chang was supposed to leave the palace, but with Yin Hua and the others refusing to return, Bai Li Xiang made the decision to let her stay. Who could have guessed she’d run off to this place?

“It’s not so bad—seems easier than the college entrance exam,” Ye Lanshan commented, feeling relatively relaxed.

“Master Yao, you want to kill this seat’s deputy master, shouldn’t you say something first?” At the critical moment, a disciple brought by Lin Fei suddenly spoke. He tore off a human-skin mask, revealing himself as Duan Wudi, the Master of Dragon Gate. Jing Hong, startled, failed to drive her sword into Lin Fei’s heart, leaving only a wound across his chest.

“I’m calling today to let you know—I’ve found out the cause of the manager’s death,” I said quietly.

The others kept talking, but I listened less attentively, soon growing sleepy again.

Ming Huai got up and waited at the door. Jing Yu tidied up and the two set out together, meeting Rong Zhan at the gate. Jing Yu suddenly remembered.

Duan Wudi’s smile deepened as he looked at him. “No need to trouble the deputy master—Yu Yan can handle it.” As he finished speaking, Jin Yu Yan had already triumphed, while Shangguan Honglei collapsed to the ground with a sword wound in her shoulder, seized tightly by the surging Dragon Gate disciples.

She lingered, unwilling to approach, holding a grudge against Lu Zixuan. Lu Zixuan, you did this on purpose—the more she thought, the more displeased she felt.

They hoped to take Linyi before Prince Ding’s army arrived, to present it as a gift upon meeting Prince Ding, Zhu Ciji.

The two rushed to the Dragon Gate main hall just as the feast began. The hall was bustling. Duan Yizhi led Feng Hu to find a seat. Jin Yu Yan stayed by Duan Wudi’s side and, seeing Feng Hu, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Father Xie said something else, but Xie Liancheng was already unable to process it. Holding his dazed head and weak body, he forced himself to escort his father out, listening to the sound of the carriage wheels receding into the distance.

“I know—isn’t it about fifty meters to the right from the school?” a male student chimed in.

Pei Dang angrily opened the types of message cards, which, as the name suggested, were used to convey information.

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But Zhaor was prone to imaginative flights—she had already conjured in her mind a scene where Emperor Jiacheng, in his youth and folly, incurred romantic debts.

“Arriving early is no match for arriving just in time.” As the two stood at an impasse, a leisurely laugh sounded, words barely spoken before the figure appeared—it was Ye Chen’s Holy Battle Avatar, wielding a crimson killing sword.

This plan had been devised as soon as they learned Zhao Tiezhu was gathering these people, and had been meticulously prepared over the next two days. Those wavering factions had already accepted Han Feng’s money; he wasn’t worried they might choose Zhao Tiezhu.

“You’re here to settle accounts, are you? So, are you planning to act now, or wait until we get inside?” The second-in-command showed no fear.

Bai Qiu was only twenty-seven, at the peak of her career. To pursue romance now would severely affect her work.

Wu Zun shouted anxiously several times, but within the circle of light, Su Jinxi’s eyes remained tightly shut, showing no reaction whatsoever.

At this distance, the crossbow could already fire. The reason I held steady and did not release was because I lacked absolute confidence. I had to make a sure shot; only then could I feel at ease.

Yet the pause was not meaningless—it gave Ah Meng a moment to catch her breath and, darting from an angle, she charged at the monster once again.

Surveying the imperial court, only one person could wield such power, extending his influence deep into the palace—the current Imperial Uncle, the Queen’s own brother.

His jet-black hair was simply pinned with a silver jade hairpin, cascading down his back like a waterfall, every strand the deepest black, contrasting sharply with his dazzlingly white robes, creating a striking visual impact.

I instinctively tightened the reins securing the sail, and as we crested the giant wave, the horizon reappeared, sunlight once again bathing my body.

She wore a fitted top, black leather shorts, knee-high boots exposing a stretch of fair, rounded thigh, and a black coat draped over her shoulders—she carried herself with a certain heroic flair.

With the arrival of the Heavenly Profound Sect Master, Taiyun Peak began an exhaustive search covering the entire mountain. Any disciple returning after the sound of battle was deemed suspect.

Thus Qin Shouye courteously exchanged pleasantries with Ming Shixun and the others, enthusiastically seeing them out and insisting on treating them to a meal.

In the days that followed, Luo Xia became extremely busy, but she always attended the weekly training sessions without fail.