Volume One, Chapter 31: An Online Sensation

The instant Fu Ming appeared, the audience erupted in excitement. Xiaoxue quickly aimed her phone at the boy’s exquisite face, marveling, “With a face like Fu Ming’s, it would be hard not to become famous.”

The boy wore a baseball cap, his tousled hair slightly veiling his striking brows and eyes. His nose was high and straight, his features remarkably refined, and his lips were crimson as if stained with blood—a look of ultimate, untamed youthfulness.

His limbs were long and slender, and even a casual wave of his hand was mesmerizing. He was, by nature, a superstar.

Later came General Yuan Shu, Han Fu, the governor of Jizhou, Kong Rong, the governor of Beihai, Ma Teng, the governor of Xiliang, Gongsun Zan, the governor of Changsha, Yuan Shao, the governor of Bohai, and other warlords.

Indeed, he was truly formidable. Master Liang, having lived as a gentleman for half his life, was widely regarded in Jizhou as the foremost of the Four Young Lords, renowned for his refined character. Yet in just half a month, he had lost his temper no fewer than ten times.

Now that matters at home had basically settled, and she was indeed exhausted today, she had sneaked off into her private space for some proper rest. But to her surprise, that space had greeted her with such an unexpected delight.

However, if they were forced to relinquish these things, handling the situation would certainly become much more difficult. But so what? In order to break through in their cultivation and extend their lives, they were not at all averse to making an enemy of Li Changsheng.

Considering Zhao Dabao’s reputation, he had not wanted to expose the whole matter, but Zhang Guifen was simply too arrogant, showing not a shred of remorse, which made Li Tiezhu grit his teeth in hatred.

On September eighteenth, the Eastern Palace was decked out in vibrant red. From the entrance, a crimson carpet stretched all the way to the main hall and then to the bridal chamber, as if forming a road leading to power and happiness.

Although Feng Ruoyue had accepted the reality, she was not at all pleased, and showed none of the bashful shyness of a bride awaiting marriage.

Later, Fang Baoxia, using her own pregnancy as an excuse, had her troublesome son looked after by Fang Yulian, so that she could rest and care for her unborn child in peace, treating her own elder sister entirely like a servant. This sparked another fierce quarrel between the sisters. Fang Yulian ended up divorcing Jin Yucheng and returning to her parental home, and soon after, discovered she too was pregnant.

Bit by bit, Gu Xiaobei recalled what had happened on the road—the way Li Haonan had held her so tightly and resolutely, shielding her with his entire body, using flesh and blood to protect her from the harsh pavement.

“What are you laughing at?” In the restaurant, Jin Weilai finally asked, unable to hold back after noticing Liu Hao had been smiling since they entered.

“Heh! Perhaps it won’t be long before the Pantheon of Light sends someone to beg for help,” Wang Biao replied confidently. “Those chief deities of the Light Pantheon must be full of regret now. They tried to redirect disaster elsewhere, but in the end, the flames of war have reached their own door.”

With both sides working together, there was simply no way the targets could remain hidden, unless they vanished from the world in an instant.

But for some reason, when the middle-aged man smiled, Dantai Mingyue felt, for just an instant, a strange, inexplicable flutter—as if her heart had been stirred.

The calm before the storm is often the most tranquil time, and so it was now in Purple Cloud City.

When she stepped outside and saw Li Jie sitting there, lost in thought, Lin Feng knew at once that she must be waiting for him.

Beidou suppressed the urge to strike, turning his head to shoot a cold glare at the reckless person beside him. Even though his face was veiled and his eyes heavily made-up, the effect only served to accentuate the captivating allure of his natural, fox-like gaze.

“Kill her.” All of Yu Wushuang’s attention was fixed on the Reincarnation Platform. Her voice was calm yet brimming with excitement as she strode toward it.

Back then, Zheng Chaonan was not yet a high-ranking provincial official, but merely an officer in charge of military logistics. At that time, his son—the young man now targeting Zhao Fool—had urged him to scheme and get rid of Zhao Fool for good.

Yan Moli’s face darkened, yet in the end, he gave in. At least, from his perspective, it was already a concession.

She couldn’t say why, but she always felt that the seemingly gentle and innocent Xia Xiuyan wasn’t truly as she appeared. So she remained on her guard around her, wary of Xia Xiuyan’s true intentions.