Volume 1, Chapter 23: A Bedtime Song

Inside the private room, the air was filled with Sang Haining’s unique, dirge-like singing, punctuated by the occasional uncontrollable, manic laughter of Shen Chuyi. Rong Shaoqin kept his hand against the door, unable to believe that such terrifying wails were actually spilling from Sang Haining’s throat. Yet, in truth, it was indeed she who was singing.

Bian Nian was the nephew of Bian Xiao. His parents had died at the hands of the King of Wu years ago, and out of a sense of guilt, Bian Xiao had treated his nephew with great kindness.

The next day, the heads of both families argued for several hours on the open ground in front of the camps before the final rules were established.

However, in the nine lifetimes Yan Yan had lived, what exquisite techniques had he not seen? What miraculous martial arts had he not witnessed?

Indeed, if anything could stimulate that thing, it would be nothing other than the cultivation power shared by him and the wandering soul.

"Huh, isn't this the same situation I encountered this morning, except the opponent was Hou Yi? Are people these days really this skilled?" Xu Hui recalled the third match from that morning; the opponent had wanted to challenge him to a duel, yet at the time, he hadn't felt overly intimidated.

The mere thought that she had sold her last remaining place of refuge made Yuan Duoduo’s heart ache uncontrollably.

He had not yet recovered, and with a match scheduled for tomorrow, he had no room for the frivolous whims of a playboy.

Although Qin Luoyan had only been in the entertainment industry for four short years, her acting skills were formidable. At this moment, she had completely retracted the aura of the King of Wu, presenting herself solely as an actress. Every gesture, every glance, and every turn of her head was filled with infinite charm and grace.

At one look, Wang Lei was startled, suddenly realizing that his conversation with Zhang Qing had been overheard by Yan Yan and Qin Luoyan, who had been in the woods all along.

The Soul-Condensing Pill was a miraculous medicine used to repair damaged souls, typically administered to those whose spirits had been wounded.

Jiang Nan took another look at her, pondered for a moment, and said indifferently, "Very well, I shall see this through to the end; if I am to save a life, I shall save it completely." With that, he walked over and picked up the phone on the nightstand.

Upon hearing that the rebel army was attacking, Jiang Qi, who had been listening to music and watching dancers that day, immediately smiled. He knew the long-awaited opportunity had finally arrived. After instructing Dong Zhuo to guard the city well, he returned to his estate. His earlier tactic of feigning weakness to lure the enemy out had worked; now, he simply waited for the decisive blow following Zhao Yun’s plan to pull the rug out from under the enemy.

Cheng Nuo tried to put some distance between them, but before he could get far, he was met with another energy blade. The tethered dagger in the newcomer's other hand was equally lethal.

Beckmuse, who had been noisy the entire way, was now in a state of utter despair; after all, the guy carrying him had completely ignored his existence.

The Triad’s seafood processing plant had not received its shipment. The manager of the plant rushed to the office to speak with someone.

"Aita’s spatial system is undergoing routine maintenance, and no student spatial transfer requests are being accepted. Unless you are willing to wait until the afternoon, you have no choice but to come this way." Ling Ming pulled Bai Yi forward.

"Is what the Chieftain Xubu said true..." Faced with such a grave issue, Helai Guduhou was clearly in disbelief and could not help but question it.

Some used spatial displacement, others took to flight, and those who were too headstrong to force a path through were left behind as cannon fodder. The intensity of their battle was so fierce that even Ming Xie, who was half as warlike as Gao Xi, dared not join in; it was a scene of unbridled slaughter everywhere.

Li An received another call from the production team. The grand finale would be recorded on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, ten days later, and the venue had been moved to the Capital Gymnasium, which could accommodate fifty thousand people.

After parting ways with Hody, the executives of the Fish-Man Pirates arrived at the pre-arranged location. They threw a portrait of Queen Otohime onto the ground, forcing the islanders there to trample upon the image of a queen who held such great significance to their people.