Volume One, Chapter 68: Who Is the True Original Creator?!

Su Le still remained silent, offering only a gentle smile.

Not far away, when Lu Yaoyao learned that Sun Qi had managed to obtain the precious opportunity to participate in a program organized by Mango Channel from Old Master Jin with a single opera performance, it struck her like a bolt from the blue. Her mind went blank, and all thoughts froze in that instant.

A-Lian and Yang Wei were equally shocked, their brows tightly furrowed as if unable to accept the reality before them—this outcome was like a resounding slap, fiercely landing on their misplaced pride. After all, the opera piece was Su Le’s creation, one they had previously dismissed and even mocked for its mediocrity. Yet reality had turned the tables completely...

Zhu Chenyu was on the verge of an outburst, as if a strange force within him was about to erupt, but a hand appeared in front of him. A stream of power flowed into his body, instantly dissolving his anger.

“Let’s split up, then gather outside the Nirvana Pool!” The group reached an agreement. Chen Fan was willing to talk and let each take what they needed—this was the best possible outcome.

“Impure Land Reincarnation?” Black Zetsu immediately guessed the technique, for Kabuto had followed Orochimaru. Thoughtful contemplation flickered in his eyes.

And the opening of this victory was destined to be when Maggie and Yixuan shared their experiences publicly through social media.

When Li Tianchen and Yao Bingbing appeared, everyone recalled the day’s newspaper headlines, and the venue instantly buzzed with animated discussion.

“Ninefold Calamity!” The chief of the Desolate Valley’s face darkened as he fixed his gaze on Chen Fan, his deep voice uttering the name of this great tribulation.

“If you want to discuss mathematics, you can talk to Tang Tianhua. She’s from the Ghost Valley and is extremely proficient in calculations,” Li Tianchen said.

I had no idea how he’d gotten my number. Though curiosity lingered, I was after all older than him and had to be especially careful with my words.

In that moment, bolts of thunder exploded across the sky, spanning the globe, witnessed clearly by all.

Shu Ran was not only beautiful, but also possessed a refined aura. She left a very good impression on Tang Mengying. It was precisely because of this that Tang Mengying didn’t wish to see her die from illness. If there was a way to save her, that would be best.

“Ah… that’s true…” Wei Muyuan pondered the two’s skills and suddenly felt more at ease. Strangely, he even began to worry about the safety of that “thing.”

High above, atop the dense crimson clouds, a few figures radiating awe-inspiring and boundless power lay in wait, aloof and emotionless, casting cold, indifferent gazes upon those below. In their eyes, the people on the ground were nothing but insignificant ants.

Hearing this, Ye Yang curled his lips in annoyance. After all, it had been more than a decade since they’d seen each other—there was so much he had wanted to say. But in Li Mingchang’s mouth, it was just a matter of “going out for a bit.” Considering the old man’s age, twenty years truly did pass like a single trip.

On the other side of the thick mist, the Frost Moon Silver Shark King, his body covered in festering wounds, looked even more miserable than the Black Shaman hidden in the fog.

“So, you’re from the Shentu family. Judging by his words, he cares about you quite a lot!” Tu Ming said with a smile.

“It seems I was right! There’s someone in this village with extraordinary mastery of the mystical arts!” Su Mu was inwardly shaken.

At once, Jiang Han moved and was the first to leap into the cave, the other four naturally following close behind.

Kaguya entered the meeting room and sat at the main seat, but didn’t turn on the lights. The entire room was shrouded in darkness.

Ying began to savor his coffee slowly. After just one sip, he realized it was the best he’d ever tasted—not too bitter, not too sweet, with a rich aroma and an unforgettable aftertaste.

“I’ve agreed to compete with Yan Lianqing, atop the Wild Peak of the Eastern Kingdom,” the old man choked out, desperately holding back tears.

“Come on! Let’s go buy boat-riding talismans!” Zhao Bohong didn’t bother explaining, summoned his flying sword, and soared toward the grand plaza.

Luming City stretched more than nine thousand miles from its southern to northern gates. Skirting the city walls from the southwest gate to the north gate was at least eight thousand miles. Flying by sword at an average of ten zhang per breath—a little over four hundred miles per hour—and stopping occasionally, the two finally reached the northern gate at sunset on the eighth day.

“Calm down first!” Xu Jin truly feared she’d do something rash and quickly tried to stop her.

The group trembled all over. Wasn’t he here to seize it? This was not a city of Ming but the Great Qing. If Duoduo seized it, who knew what would happen to him, but they themselves would certainly be dragged to death by horses.

On the city wall, Kelina and the others watched as Dahua single-handedly defeated a powerful tribe, excitement shining on every face.

Though the pain on her face was hidden, the anxiety and deep love for her child in her voice was clear to all in the great hall.

Once, a candid photo of Su Bingtian and Bolt went viral online, captioned: One represents talent, the other hard work.

Gu Qing, like Qiao Yingzi, was visiting this academy for the first time, and the two were brimming with curiosity about everything.

“Yes,” Wang Guozhang replied hurriedly. He was reluctant to abandon his brothers with whom he’d fought through life and death, and with Wang Yibo’s instructions, he felt even bolder and more assured.

Naturally, he refused to believe that Qin Chengxun and Cheng Fenglu would ever betray their clan for selfish gain, but the villain’s words were so reasonable he couldn’t convince himself otherwise.

He had thought there would be some searching to do once inside, but to his surprise, the people in the palace were already waiting for them in the main hall.

It must be understood that if Zhao Beifeng’s request was really granted and the right to sell elixirs and weapons returned to Dawn Academy, the issue would reach a much deeper level—no longer just a matter of resources.

As soon as Cheng Hao finished speaking, both the fat man and the thin man across from him wore mocking expressions.

This prescription only aided recuperation; complete stability was impossible. Not everyone was like Chen Jue.

Jiang Huaian released his qi, a mocking smile on his face as he looked at Qin Feng, but Qin Feng’s reaction was entirely unexpected.

Even in plain clothes, Chu Tian stood tall and straight, his features resolute and heroic, with sharp brows and starry eyes. His disciplined bearing was evident with every step.

Early the next morning, Chen Nian, Chao Luo, and Qi Min waited with the others at the inn’s entrance. Once everyone had gathered—over a hundred people—they flew by sword to the skies above the Eastern Sea.

Just as these preparations were finished, Chu Zining lifted the carriage curtain. Afraid she’d been noticed, Chu Lianxin quickly gazed out, pretending as if nothing had happened.