Volume One, Chapter 52: Invited to Take the Stage Again!

As the spotlight focused, Sister Eagle on stage began to sing, choosing the very song Su Le had written for her, "Conquer."
The music started, and Sister Eagle's voice seemed to travel through time, imbued with a power that remained ever fresh and vital.
Every note struck the listeners’ hearts.
Her voice, tempered by the passage of years, had grown a little huskier and more soulful, drawing everyone into a spellbound reverie.
"Just like this, I am conquered by you, all retreat cut off..." As the lyrics flowed, the atmosphere in the hall subtly shifted.
The initial calm gave way to an irresistible passion; the audience’s reactions changed from indifference to complete absorption.
Watching Xue’er lie quietly there, Luo Tian suddenly felt a deep discomfort, not just a nameless unease in his heart, but a physical unrest as well.
Zhao Ming’s face was confused; he had no idea what the box contained, but beside him, Deng Rui caught sight of the liquid inside. Her eyes flashed with a peculiar light, her mouth gaping in astonishment, mixed with excitement.
She stretched out a finger, pointing exactly at the wooden box Luo Tian held in his hands. The box was as rough as ever, but now its surface was bare of any green leaves.
On one side, Xiangli Wu; on the other, Gongxuan Qingpeng—both suffered setbacks from their rash actions, nearly swept away by the waves. After a round of testing, the people on both cliff walls grew more cautious. Whenever a wave threatened to surge up, they retreated a few steps to wait out its force, then returned to the edge for observation.
"Second Junior Sister, things have come to this, don’t argue anymore. Do you really mean to kill Master? I know Master has done many things to wrong you, but after all, he raised us orphans." At this moment, Murong Feng tried to persuade her.
Zhao Ming was also eager to know what the world outside looked like. All his life, he had never left Qingguang Town.
Although what he saw was just a solitary figure reflected in a boundless emptiness, Ye Zhuo could feel the endless suffering endured, as if the person were trapped in the legendary infinite hell, the Nine Nether Demon Realm.
Xia Mingfeng looked at the pile of food in his bowl and could not help but let out a bitter laugh. Glancing at his father, Xia Haihao, he noticed his father lost in thought and hurried to clink glasses with him.
"Tsk, as if waiting for me would put you at a disadvantage? Why not wait until I break through to the fourth level of Qi Refining before you come?" Ye Zhuo responded with disdain.
The numbers dwindled, less clear and distinct than before, becoming ever more chaotic and profound. Yet this suited Ye Zhuo’s imaginings, and echoed the ancient phrase he often muttered, even just now: "The Way gives birth to One, One gives birth to Two, Two gives birth to Three, Three gives birth to all things..."
Perhaps this old witch really could do it! And for her to kill him would be even easier than crushing an ant.
For the first time in his life, he greedily absorbed spiritual energy, to the point where he could not even sense any feedback, and nearly lost control—spiritual energy surged wildly through his meridians.
Jiang Miao was watching Wang Yue too; she bit her lip, her face pale. Her hands gripped a bottle of water so tightly the bottle was slightly deformed, revealing just how tense and conflicted her feelings were.
If Wang Yue were only competing tactically, he might stand a chance against Yi Lan, but now, after planting the package, they could only rely on forcing Yi Lan’s team to split up to defuse it. That would give Wang Yue and his teammates the chance to rush the site and face Yi Lan’s team in a direct firefight.
"The situation isn’t good. I think the news has already leaked. Someone arrived here before you and entered the ancient city." Hong Wu recounted in detail his encounter with the Xu family members, leaving out only the purple metal shard and the flying blade technique.
Li Zhi, though only as tall as the guards’ chests, exuded such a dominant air that he frightened the guards into smiling apologetically again and again.
An even greater trouble was that Xiang Lin still harbored suspicion toward Konoha, and if he himself was unenthusiastic about joining, Tsunade’s wishful thinking would be even harder to realize.
Wang Yue nodded; Qu Zhixue was absolutely right. He sensed that Tiger Ben Club intended to dominate the Mingzhu City esports scene, and if that happened, Gun Dominates the Heavens Club would surely be affected. He knew he needed to plan carefully.
Seeing Lin Zhongping’s temples newly dusted with white, Hong Wu offered no argument, obediently hanging his clothes on the hook behind the door.

To punish oneself with a cup of tea may sound trivial, yet in truth it gave no face at all, stripping away all the authority that Chief Chen had built up in his office.
Feeling the scrutiny of those three gazes, Chen Haichuan’s calves began to cramp, cold sweat soaking his back.
He had clearly told the old army doctor his true identity, but now the doctor seemed to be deliberately feigning ignorance; Li Jiayan had no intention of exposing this.
Once Li Jiayan had arranged everything, Gu Fa and Gu Zhi, who had been sent out earlier to gather information, hurried back to report.
Miss was hesitant; she always felt that if they took a taxi, they might not have enough money.
Even now, Jiang Qingwan believed she could carve out a path in the chaotic entertainment industry through her own ability.
Meng Yin gestured wildly to the other two, while Chen Yao petted two dogs at once, occasionally chiming in, barely keeping up.
At first, the operators were skeptical of Shen Zhou, but after witnessing his expertise and methods, admiration and astonishment prevailed. Today, however, the young man’s other side filled them with fear.
Fans of Suisui and Miss sensed something was wrong, but couldn’t quite say what, leaving Song Jiaojiao’s fans free to speak up.