Volume One, Chapter 120: Yang Guolong, Bursting with Pride!

“Thank you, President Han, for your blessings!”
“Today truly brings double happiness!”
“It seems the concert really should be scheduled soon!” Su Le said with a smile, his heart filled with surprise and delight.
It appeared that Blue Star’s entertainment culture was indeed suited to the tastes of music fans in this world.
Judging from the album sales figures, Su Le’s confidence soared to an unprecedented height.
It looked like he could finally let go and make bold moves.
Half an hour later…
Su Le and his companions walked out of the conference room, faces alight with joy!
Behind them, Hua Chenhui and Ke Min looked utterly dejected, their heads bowed as if they had been battered by frost, following behind Su Le’s group.
Both clutched their phones, opening the Handsome Dog Music app…
Sometimes, people are like this. They don’t want to admit their own mistakes, always thinking it’s someone else’s fault, never believing anything is wrong on their part.
When the two talismans in Ye Haixuan’s hands disappeared, Ye Shouli’s beard bristled in anger. He grabbed Ye Haixuan’s collar, snatched a broom by the door, and gave Ye Haixuan’s back and backside a furious beating.
Zhou Can saw the fragility in her eyes and squeezed her hand tightly, mouthing the words, “Trust me.” The ancestral rite continued, with many gathered in the main hall, but at that moment, she saw only him.
The sect competition was hosted personally by Kun. He rose from his seat, stood at the center of the viewing platform, and spoke softly. Though his words were gentle, every disciple of Flying Cloud heard them in their hearts.

There were no surprises for Yu Xing this time. Most of the cultivation methods and five-element spells sold in the shop were familiar to him, not much different from those in Tiannan.
Chu Yu finally persuaded Leng Qian and the others to let him go. Glancing at Luo Ling, whose eyes brimmed with laughter, he helplessly shook his head again. He couldn’t help but feel his breakthrough to Nirvana had come at the worst possible moment.
With the third level of condensation and the eighth stage, under this strike, Chen Heng in the distance relaxed inwardly, knowing that whatever tricks the opponent had, death was inevitable now.
Cao Pojun’s sudden appearance disrupted Elder Wang’s original plan at Zhuyan Peak. His focus shifted from Zhao Yun’er to Wang Yunyu, and Cao Pojun, even more so, stepped directly in front of Elder Wang, watching him with an imposing, unspoken threat.
“Hello, Brother Zhou.” Some veteran employees did recognize him, though Zhou Can hadn’t noticed them upon his arrival. He rarely visited, so he wasn’t exactly familiar, and they didn’t recognize him right away.
“Carving so many in succession is exhausting. Don’t push yourself so hard next time,” Pu Youchang advised.
He was like a fish lying in stagnant water—painfully alive within, but doomed if he jumped out.
A sharp crack sounded as a bone snapped. A pale silver feathered arrow was kicked away by Li Yue.
In this moment, he held nothing back, urging everyone to activate the Book of Life and Death. At that instant, the Flying Star Elder vanished without a trace, entering the Book, where he sat with Elder Jiuhua and Master Jinyuan, forming a tripartite alliance.
“Mengmeng, I’ve decided to let Lei Junkun join our basketball club to strengthen the team. What do you think, Mengmeng?” Yan Zhenze looked at Yu Mengmeng with hopeful eyes.
“Awooo…” The black panther crouched, shoulders raised, licking its bloody jaws, then leapt nimbly forward.
“So why are you here? Aren’t you going back to pack? Tomorrow is National Day.” Bai Chengxuan asked.
Heaven only knows what hatred drove the Romans to slaughter each other as if possessed by demons.
“Because we’re a team.” Shen Ling, seemingly understanding their confusion, tossed the words behind her and walked away, leaving the three bewildered in the wind.
Wokaka finished acting out the scene, then began formal negotiations with the two representatives from Bait.
The layout of the prince’s residence featured a courtyard upon entry, lush evergreens flanking both sides, with the main hall at the far end. Regardless of the hour, attendants watched the hall, and to reach the eastern wing, one had to cross the courtyard facing the main entrance.
Bai Lin and his brothers still dreamed of once again uniting as one, conquering the entire Dragon Map continent. After two years of Dragon Rising, they had grown much, and their ambitions had only grown larger.

At the source of the anti-illusion aura stood Exquisite Sect’s Elder Mu Yu, guarding the midpoint of the Great Wall.
Yun Moyu threw out a parting shot and left without looking back. Gao Tingting tried persuading Wan Zhiwei a bit, played the good person, and left as well. Wan Zhiwei felt frustrated, preoccupied with Yun Moyu’s phone, hurriedly texting Gao Tingting to ask where Yun Moyu had bought hers so he could buy another as a gift.
Qin Yu lowered her gaze—these people were truly ridiculous. She possessed no martial arts nor any miraculous abilities. Yet they watched her daily; didn’t they ever feel tired?
Luo Nan guessed they must have encountered a particularly tricky trap formation, incapable of solving it themselves. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have called him over, let alone let him take the lion’s share.
Wan Zhiwei ate his noodles, wondering whether he should go to a movie afterward, or maybe shopping—he certainly wouldn’t let himself be brushed off so easily today.
The Battle of Red Cliffs had determined the fate of the realm, leaving only Liu Bei’s Shu as the last territory. Once Cao Cao reclaimed it, he would unify the land.
“The school made a mistake, it’s already resolved,” Yun Moyu quickly reassured, promising and comforting.
Yet as they were about to leave, they overheard the conversation in the inner room and discovered the secret behind Lady Bao’s mention of the child bride.
The reporter, seeing Gu Meng silent, naturally turned his gaze to Guan Chenji. Such explosive news, and Guan Chenji neither scowled nor denied it immediately—was this proof that Gu Meng spoke the truth?
“And you, come with us as well,” the captain said fairly, pointing at Wu Liang.
“What happened?” Li Chunnian had just slipped away when two staff members, drawn by Pei Yueyue’s screams, approached with displeasure, questioning them.
“Old Zhang, you go first.” Director Wang didn’t ask Hong Tao about the matter, instead politely offering the spot to an elderly policeman at his side.
Li Bingran stared blankly at Li Wuxin, tears streaming uncontrollably, as if everything needed to be vented before Li Wuxin.