Volume One, Chapter 74: Since the Old Master Loves the Opera, Let Him Have His Fill!

"I was only trying to give you a kind reminder!"
"Maybe I used the wrong tone, but you didn't have to be so vicious with your words!"
"Forget it, I’ll ask one last time: is ‘Clear Water Melody’ truly your own work? This isn’t your usual style of composition, so it’s only natural that people are suspicious. It’s not just Sister A-Lian—even I feel this piece doesn’t suit you."
"Still, I know your character fairly well, and that’s exactly what makes it more confusing. With what I know of you, I simply can’t believe this piece is really yours!" Lu Yaoyao had come here today still hoping to get to the bottom of whether this piece was truly composed by Su Le.
After all, they had once been married, and for Su Le...
"You..." Bronya crossed her arms defensively in front of her, struggling to look at Walter as he gently floated in the air.
Han Feng watched the two of them and suddenly felt an inexplicable urge to laugh. For a moment, he thought this ‘Fu Hua’ was rather adorable.
He even went into the secret room in the bathroom, trying to lift the floor, but the ground was all one piece and couldn’t be pried up.
The two of them hurried after her. The coffee shop owner tried to stop his wife but ended up watching her knock on the car window.
She reached out, wanting to pat his shoulder, to tell him she was here—that no matter what happened, she would stay by his side.
It was at this moment that Lin Zhi knocked on the door. Shen Yi’an put down his phone and went straight to open it.
Behind the throne, on the wall, Xia Xingyu noticed a massive star chart, its six concentric circles arranged in layers. Xia Xingyu wasn’t familiar with constellations or astrology, so he paid it little mind.
She turned her head and saw his figure disappearing at the top of the stairs, her arms tightening involuntarily around the exam papers she was holding.
She then looked toward Liu Qinghan, but at that moment, Liu’s face was cold and distant—just as icy as when they first met.
"Is there something wrong?" Lin Ai frowned. Emil seemed almost overly excited after hearing she was from another world.

He smiled and shook his head, replying softly to Shen Shi’s bow, "Nonsense." There was a hint of reproach in his tone, yet it was clear he meant to downplay the matter.
"Leave the task of wiping them out to me. You just guard the Black Volcano," Matga communicated with Shylock through a wave of mental energy.
No matter how outrageous Tang Renxian was, once the emperor had signed the edict himself, even Magistrate Mo wouldn’t dare to refuse the order.
But Han Dong suddenly spun around, fingers closing together as his eyes swept his surroundings—the familiar pale red void, without the slightest ripple of the unknown, the flickering illusions, the barely-perceptible sensations.
"…" The others said nothing, but their faces betrayed their thoughts.
The Mu family’s estate was outside the realm of dreams, so the Yangs should have been safe. Yet, on their way home, they happened to pass through, and Yang Huaiyu and his companions were trapped. When the mouse demons were finally destroyed and they woke, the authorities claimed there was a plague and forbade them from leaving.
By now, Shen Shi understood that this was his tribulation—the Foundation Establishment Tribulation. After establishing his foundation, there was no heavenly lightning, for the Celestial Court no longer existed, and the Thunder Lord no longer enforced the law.
Li Fangcheng was in no hurry, for with Mayor Yang’s insight and vision, he would have no trouble figuring out the implications.
"Hiss..." Judas regretted his words the moment they left his mouth, for an eerie presence suddenly focused on him, making every screw in his body tremble.
The two teams' traditional uniforms stood in stark contrast—one a blue as clear as the sea, the other a red as fierce as fire, with traces of black like embers after the blaze. The two colors had always been incompatible: either the sea extinguished the flames, or the fire turned the sea to mist.
Wu Kai left the ward, and the doctors inside immediately surrounded Director Zhao, eager to curry favor and vie for the position of assistant.
"Teacher! Shouldn’t we keep it intact? It might be useful!" Lin Hong’s timely interjection calmed Old Duan. Robots like this were rare—if the railgun destroyed it or damaged a vital part, it would be a great loss.
Because Sun Jiang had once worked in organization, he was adept at creating atmosphere at the table. In no time, the initially reserved Jiang Hua relaxed under Sun Jiang’s persistent toasts and began to drink freely.
Wang Ping trekked alone through the snow—no companions this time, and no one would ever call him "Wooden Wang" again.
The old man’s face hardened at the words, "What children? Who doesn’t have children? Of course there are children here, but each has a father and mother. What grudge do you have with us? I don’t even know what you’re talking about," he said, preparing to close the door.

In the end, unable to harden her heart, she took the initiative to call Han Yue’e, and even invited Officer Yao and her uncle.
Even Nana Ni, the matriarch seated atop the Us Spider, felt the force of this unyielding momentum. Though she tried to maintain composure, her trembling legs betrayed her entirely.
Still, the thought of profiting from this deity’s amnesia rather pleased Doro.
But when Chen Ziyang collected himself, he realized the disaster that befell him was far from over. The falling clod struck his shoulder, then tumbled down, drawn by the whirlpool’s pull, and smashed into the golden orb, shattering instantly into pieces.
The people of the Tower of Doom knelt at once, heads bowed in silence, their bodies trembling ever so slightly.
Drawing a gun outside of a mission was already a violation of agent regulations. Moreover, the target wasn’t an enemy but a colleague; this was now a matter of security, no longer a simple fight.
"There’s nothing to think about. I’ll never obey my mother and marry into Qiandong. No matter how rich or powerful that Mr. Bai is, I won’t go!" Ding Fang declared, her words resolute and her eyes brimming with tears.
The thirteenth prince and Bei Wuyue hurried after Pang Feng, for staying close to him was the safest choice.
Duan Zhijun’s words left everyone shocked and furious. The enemy’s methods were truly despicable—no one had even seen the enemy’s face, yet someone had already died from poison. Was this group to be trapped here forever by a mere boulder?
The black panther died right at Yu Huang’s side, its head pierced by a withered branch, and the force carried its body off course so that it crashed hard to the ground nearby, grazing Yu Huang’s face as it fell.
The patriarch of the Xu family looked on, murderous intent and heroism surging in his gaze, before he laughed aloud at the Nine Demon Emperor.
His voice echoed through the hall, making everyone shudder. The previous two attacks had ended in a draw—each side had won once and lost once. With this next move, the outcome would finally be decided.