Chapter 101: The Situation Brightens Greatly

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Huang Zhirou? Now with Zhong Ding? Yan An glanced at the clock on the wall—it was already ten at night.
When I appeared at the entrance of the private room, disheveled and unkempt, Pei Yanling was taken aback. Jian Yao sat on the floor, her makeup smudged from crying.
“You just said you didn’t believe the story about the qin, and now you’re getting jealous,” Pang Jian remarked.
This time, they had borrowed a school with architecture leaning towards Japanese style. They had to finish filming the scenes at the school before the students officially started classes.
On the Black Stone Divine Platform, Lin Feng watched the two before him clench their fists tightly. He knew both were at the Rebirth Realm, and honestly, he wasn’t very confident himself. “I’ll believe you this once,” Lin Feng thought silently.
So when Jin Bao brought up this matter, everyone was moved, yet they remained uncertain about this outsider’s true strength.
“The Yin-Yang Eye has the power to sever life and death. The Spirit Eye Ghost Lord used this to kill them. From now on, no one will be able to trace anything back to me. His intention was to kill everyone, to prevent news of me receiving his legacy from spreading.”
The madness in the voice grew increasingly pronounced. By the end, it turned into a frantic scream, piercing to the eardrums, making Qin Yu dizzy and nearly collapse.
Li Qiran gasped anxiously nearby, tears streaming down her face as she watched Li Weiting stride away. She parted her lips slightly, wanting to call out “Brother Ting,” but no sound came out.
Her information was dug up by various media outlets, but since she was ultimately a “victim,” her face was heavily pixelated.
She had been too weak for a long time; after sleeping so much, her whole body felt uncomfortable. Now, with a pinch, she felt her muscles and bones loosened considerably.
Releasing this anger was certainly gratifying, but one must consider the consequences—it’s not worth risking one’s life.
Though she had never been here before, having worked at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs for a while, she had heard of the Gemu Stadium. Such a place was not accessible simply by having money.
Indeed, Ling Han didn’t say a word; everything was understood by Mo Dantong, but who could misunderstand the meaning he conveyed?

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Fan Yin’s ability to exist simultaneously in two timelines was anything but ordinary. If she guessed correctly, he would be a prominent figure in that timeline. And since he had a connection with Bai Zhi, perhaps he would help her out of goodwill.
Ye Cang wiped her face, the icy, biting seawater making her shiver, signaling she was nearing her limit.
With enough money and determination, all cultivation resources on this planet could still be utilized by them.
She covered her mouth and smiled softly, a pleasing expression blooming like a rare flower under the midnight moonlight—beautiful, cold, and fleeting.
The Purple Emperor was the master of the stars, governing the celestial coordinates. Unknown to many, the Gou Cheng Emperor ruled over Heaven, Earth, and Man, as well as the north and south realms, commanding countless deities and controlling the stars. He had already sensed the Jade Emperor’s actions, knowing the Jade Emperor was bestowing titles on new star lords.
“Have you eaten dinner?” Zack asked casually, though in his heart he thought: What dinner? Let’s just diet and lose weight.
This feeling startled Tang Mubei himself; he did not understand why looking at a disappearing world gave him a sense of satisfaction. This feeling even spread to every cell in his body, as if they had inherited countless energies from that vanishing world.
Kicking his legs and twisting his waist a few times, he hadn’t twisted or sprained anything, but his whole body felt somewhat off.
On television, the host Furong was excitedly and proudly introducing a building atop the floating city.
Bai Jingchun unleashed a wild gust of wind, carrying two snake spirits and a white-haired monster as they frantically fled, attempting to leave Kunlun City quickly.
“Mom, is what you said true? Swear it!” The emotional Irina clung to her mother like a fledgling swallow, her voice suddenly hoarse and choking with tears.
After much coaxing, Liu was finally sent back. Zack thought of returning to Elk via the same route. Unlike before, when riding a magic carpet took two to three days, without transportation, Zack estimated it would take ten to fifteen days.
Selling such an unscrupulous divine beast to us—doesn’t your conscience hurt? As for me, I absolutely won’t accept it.
The greatest allure of gambling was the chance to get rich overnight without labor. Winners wanted to keep winning, losers hoped for a comeback. When placing bets, no one ever knew the outcome—there was always the possibility of losing or winning.

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“Who goes out in the middle of the night like this?” Jiang Yumeng whispered. The breeze was cool as she walked around the yard, hearing noises from the kitchen.
Fu Tianhan pressed his lips, then turned to the other side of the bed, lying down beside Fu Zhichu.
“I sincerely apologize for the traffic jam caused by the car accident. Please wait a little longer,” the middle-aged officer said with a slight nod and an apologetic tone.
Perhaps feeling a bit defeated, Ye Ji lowered her head and gave a self-mocking smile. The most beautiful woman of the demon realm—even such a smile was stunning. She took a deep breath to steady her mindset.
At midnight, the white sable suddenly transformed into a shadow, faint and ethereal like scattered light. The light gradually shaped into a beautiful and flawless figure.
“It’s so late at night—where are you taking me? Mr. Yan, you’re not going to sell me, are you?” Jiang Yumeng whispered as she followed behind him. The medical record she had tossed into the drawer somehow returned and got stuck beside it.
She was already embarrassed by wearing pajamas; now having to bring Xu Ziwei into the room made it even more awkward.
He furrowed his brows, his eyes darting around, then took out his phone and called Qin Xuan.
“No,” she shook her head. The studio was founded by Mo Yichen; although it bore her name, she had no intention of claiming it. On the contrary, she wanted nothing to do with the studio.
The Fox Team shouted once, pulling her off the stage like livestock. The pile of money was held tightly in their arms—at least tens of thousands. This time, they truly struck it big! The Fox Team beamed with joy, while the ugly man who had thrown the money laughed loudly at the people around him.
Lin Wushuang sat quietly to Jiang Wei’s right, listening attentively. Jiang Wei had never revealed Lin Wushuang’s identity. Everyone was curious—was he the son of some noble Lin family, or perhaps Lin Feng’s son? No one knew, and no one dared to ask.