Volume One, Chapter 65: Powerful Connections, Laying the Groundwork for Hosting a Variety Show!

"I've got an idea!"
"Wait for me a moment, I'll compose a piece of music for you to see." With that, Su Le turned around, picked up pen and paper, and began to write.
Before long, evening arrived.
The Jin family mansion was ablaze with lights.
Every seat was filled with distinguished guests.
Red longevity symbols hung everywhere.
The garden, sprawling over several thousand square meters, was carpeted with lush green sod, meeting every European standard.
Outside, luxury cars filled the entrance—Rolls-Royce, Bentley, Ferrari, all lined up in a row!
Even Range Rovers and Mercedes-Benz G-Class vehicles could only take a back seat.
The guests were all people of note—celebrities, wealthy businessmen.
There were even more stars from the entertainment industry, renowned directors, singers, film and television stars, and creators...
The man said nothing extra. After politely stopping them, he took out something that looked like a crystal and explained the situation.
"Of course I know, I just didn't expect to meet this young celebrity spirit botanist today." A lecturer with glasses spoke, and when he mentioned the word “celebrity,” there was an unmistakable note of mockery in his tone.
A stone mountain rose abruptly ahead, barren and dilapidated, like any common desolate mountain found in the wild.
The fat man didn’t turn around; with one hand extended behind him, there was a clang—the sword struck something like an iron plate. Wu Xin was startled and leapt back suddenly.
"What’s wrong, Qing He? Tell me what happened. Watching you cry like this pains me." By now, he no longer called himself "this prince," but simply "I." He lowered his eyes to her thick, glossy black hair, his gaze softening.
But thinking further, it was clear Liu Qianqiu had deliberately let down his guard against him to deal with Ashui, which only made him bolder. He invited Lady Qin, Xia Qing, to serve as the sect leader.

This left the group shaken. What kind of skill was this? With casual ease, he sketched a few ancient beasts—crooked and rough—and yet they manifested, becoming living creatures.
"Bastard!" the Demon from Beyond roared, retreating sharply. The Demon-Subduing Staff was raised high, then suddenly lengthened, smashing fiercely toward Qingming.
Luo Yu’s violent collision caused the monkey’s jaws to snap shut, nearly biting off its own tongue. With a furious roar, it turned to bite Luo Yu.
Zheng Zhong recognized what was being referred to. With a flip of his hand, a rectangular white jade box appeared and he tossed it toward Mao Jiuyou.
"Real estate development, art-related ventures, jewelry companies—we do whatever we can make use of!" Meng Fei said.
Si Baiye glanced at the wine in her glass; the multicolored lights around painted the liquid with shimmering brilliance, making her squint slightly.
"That post on Weibo—I’ll have someone take care of it." After a quiet pause, Chi Jian spoke again, his voice slow.
In the past, he would have wished for her concern, even going so far as to hurt himself just to win her attention. But now that he knew her true feelings, he no longer wanted her to worry about him.
Even experienced mountain folk, once lost in this place, would need all their wits to find a way out.
On the day of the flower viewing banquet, his grandfather happened to be ill in the hospital. He stayed by his grandfather’s side and couldn’t attend in person, so he only heard bits and pieces about what happened from other guests and Huo Xian’er.
Meng Fei still sent a message to Ouyang Na: “Starting now, send two bottles of Jade Nectar to the Grand Supreme Elder every month. Please remind me, and I’ll settle the bill at the end of each month?”
However, considering he was a relative of Li Shurong, Ye Xiaotian ultimately held back and returned Li Shurong to him.
Teacher Yan gave the person on the other end of the phone no chance to reply, firing away like a machine gun.
Liu Qingfeng took Jiang Yingxue to see Zhao Liu. They were looking at something truly unusual, with a strange shape.
In the end, Shao Ye didn’t say much more; with a wave of his large hand, he made a couple—perhaps lovers, perhaps adversaries.
If Ye Fei knew that her earlier behavior had been recorded from start to finish by a shop assistant’s phone, she would probably die of embarrassment.
No one expected that this demon wolf could not only speak Thebesian, but also Volayne, both with a heavy accent.

Some drawers were open; Ye Xinyi happened to glance over and frowned—those drawers were nearly empty.
She knew he was trying to comfort her, but with his naturally indifferent face, the words came out unexpectedly... endearing.
When the demonic array contracted, stars could be seen shining in the local starfield, but now even those were gone.
Gu Qingwan looked in surprise at Shuibi and Yurong, but both waved their hands. Now only she and Mu Luozhi were present as consorts; why would something happen at this particular time? It was too much of a coincidence. Still, she wasn’t worried about being implicated, as they lived so far apart.
A strong opponent is not so frightening, but one who is strong, well-armed, extremely low-profile, and cunning—that is truly dangerous.
Perhaps this area hadn’t yet drawn attention, so the police weren’t monitoring it. Bai Yu began to check the surveillance footage before and after the time of Ye Fei’s murder.
"No, I just learned this. I thought I’d use your clothes to practice. If it really can’t be worn, I’ll take it apart and use it as a tablecloth." Bai Ya replied, not even looking up as she played with needle and thread.
But Xiao Xiao didn’t respond; she simply lifted her skirt slightly and walked gracefully toward a leading guard.
Gazing at the evening glow casting streaks of black-red across the tall city wall’s mud bricks, she fell into a brief daze.
Wasn’t that Gu Yu’s face? Upon seeing this, Gu Fan frowned slightly. He never remembered Gu Yu being a drunkard, but the pungent smell of alcohol in the room, and Gu Yu’s thunderous snores, were all signs of long-term drinking.
He held his phone in one hand and a battery in the other, glancing at Mo Mo Qianxia: Should I turn it on or not?
Yu Feng’s family was overjoyed to see him, but as it was already late, they didn’t linger with the neighbors and soon went home to rest. The onlookers also dispersed.
"Why?" Liang Sheng was too surprised. She was suspicious, even though she knew this man always kept his word.