Volume 1, Chapter 127: Malicious Suppression, Loss of the Concert Venue!!

Su Le and his team had successfully achieved their goal of promoting the concert.

However!

Someone, somewhere on the internet, began spreading rumors that Chen Meiqi was lip-syncing. They claimed the album was entirely a product of post-production and that she was merely mouthing the words. Given the dramatic shift in her musical style, many fans began to harbor doubts. Someone was deliberately stirring the pot, twisting the facts. As the rumor fermented, the number of skeptics grew.

When Su Le and the others learned of this, they offered no response. Even Chen Meiqi herself remained silent, which only deepened the fans' suspicions. They began to conclude that Chen Meiqi was acting out of a guilty conscience. Furthermore, Chen Meiqi’s departure from her former agency...

At that moment, the rotation of the cosmic stars seemed to come to a halt. The scene before them froze momentarily, and then a silent, dark force erupted—the true power of the "Silent Palm of Demonic Misfortune."

Nangong Jin had not expected Li Jiao, who was always cold and taciturn, to say such things to him; it was as if her entire personality had been transformed.

The man’s eyes cleared slightly, but having just awakened from a deep sleep, his faculties seemed yet to fully stretch and sharpen.

Her long eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings. From beneath the silk quilt, she let out a slow, languid yawn, looking like a flower still kissed by dew on a summer branch—a sight so captivating one could hardly look away.

Arthur pulled Ji Fu-lei down to sit beside him, thoughtfully removing his suit jacket to cover her knees, shielding her from any potential wardrobe malfunction.

The moment this person appeared, everyone in the great hall breathed a sigh of relief, turning to offer their respects.

Overwhelming swarms of spirit insects poured into the Illusory Killing Array. Seeing the dense mass of creatures, the experts of the three great families were struck with terror.

In this moment, Qian Haoran felt both shock and gratitude. He understood perfectly well who he was; his achievements today were merely the result of finding a good platform and meeting a good boss.

Lady Taihang began to lose her composure at Yu Yin’s words. Her greatest fear was that Yu Yin would seize the Golden Dragon, rendering her years of painstaking effort futile. Hearing this, she pulled a bright pearl from her bosom and cast it into the air.

"Why isn't this going according to plan!" Fang Yong thought, his impression of Bai Changgu softening just a fraction. Fang Yazhi, not knowing how to reply, simply shook off his large hands and went to help carry the food back inside.

Overnight, his son had gone missing and his grandson had been abducted. Had Elder Duan not felt the weight of keeping the Duan family together, he would have collapsed long ago.

At first, he thought these symptoms were caused by the poison administered by his cheap father-consort, but it now appeared that was not the case.

These tents and sleeping bags were military-grade, made of special materials specifically designed for wilderness camping.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Chai Wang?" A young man suddenly blocked the path of Chai Wang and his group, asking the question.

"Big Brother, who on earth is this person? To be able to make Commander Tian lose face so thoroughly—I truly wish to see what his martial arts are actually like." He Lan Dengyun tried to pry information about the man from Master Wu.

Unfortunately, when they passed through the hidden tunnels of the City of Angels—left behind by people from the capital—and reached the interior, they discovered that it, too, had been overrun by zombies.

Steward Liu leaned in close, and after Liu Linzhen whispered a few instructions in her ear, her eyes widened in shock.

Dozens of palace servants trailed behind. The man in the lead wore a gold-threaded robe embroidered with phoenixes, looking elegant and noble. On his head sat a golden crown carved with a lifelike phoenix, its long, tasseled fringes draped over his shoulders.

Seeing the Emperor and Guo Ziyi both urging him to stop, Bukong finished chanting "Amitabha" and bid the Emperor farewell. Yu Chao’en, feeling that there was no point in staying longer, also took his leave.

Although the war between the Jiuli tribe and the Sun tribe had caused some damage, compared to the heavy losses suffered by the Sun tribe, the Jiuli tribe’s casualties were negligible.

"Heh, you saw that? Boss Li Bo opened with his most prized punch." A few Earth-level experts began to discuss the fight.

"Landing complete," Xixi announced. "The transit permit and docking code have been submitted to the Flight Management Bureau for verification."

But the single revelation that the Brotherhood had split from the Zhang family was enough to leave me reeling for a long time.

It seems Chen Xue-shan has truly fallen into my river of love; her intelligence has dropped so significantly that she would even entertain a plan with such immense risk. I’m starting to get a little scared.

Chu Haotian did not know his mother’s thoughts. Leaving the Welfare Hall, he felt a sting in his heart—nearly sixty thousand contribution points gone in the blink of an eye. How could he not feel the pain?

The captain paused and replied, "You'll see in a moment. Xixi, open the control center hatch; let’s take a look outside together."

"If the Master Strategist has nothing further to say, I am going back to cook." Wang Yao had no intention of giving Zhuge Liang a pleasant look.

On the hospital bed, the loyal old man A-Bao looked deeply at Zhang Mingyu one last time before finally, slowly closing his eyes.

Those capable of wind-manipulation generally have a cultivation base at the Foundation Establishment stage or higher, though a cultivator with a natural affinity for wind can occasionally manage it at the late stage of Qi Refining.

"Don't assume you know everything. Young beings with such combat power do exist—at least a dozen of them, perhaps even more." At this point, Old Ling stepped out to debunk the rumors, refuting Qin Chuan’s line of thought.

The old man who had been rowing the boat was gone, and no one knew when he had left. Fan Xiaoming appeared from somewhere, holding a bouquet overflowing with red pear blossoms.

"As a river god who values honesty, I should have returned the item to you all, but you see..." Having successfully captured everyone’s attention, the gecko puffed out its chest, truly fancying itself a god. It paused mid-sentence, deliberately leaving everyone hanging to whet their appetites.

Soon after, flames appeared in the Myriad Flower Garden. More and more people rushed from all directions, gathering by the lake. They had no idea what had happened; other than seeing some footprints and bloodstains on the snow by the East Lake shore, they saw no one and had no clue where anyone had gone.

Although it had been elevated to a district, potentially raising its administrative status slightly, it had not brought about any effective changes for Ning County itself.