Volume One, Chapter 29: A Thousand Pounds of Loyalty Cannot Outweigh Four Ounces of Flesh on the Chest

During the festive season, opera troupes thrive, receiving constant invitations from every household. However, during the off-season, business turns bleak. Moreover, with each troupe cycling through the same few plays, once the audience grows weary of them, the performers pack their bags and relocate the entire company to continue their craft elsewhere.

Meng Tao paid no mind to Ji Weiwei’s reaction, instead looking at Meng Qingyun with an anxious expression.

After hearing Leng Weiqian’s words, Mo Ziqian’s brow furrowed even deeper. So, this mysterious person must be a prince from Goryeo! But why did he seek him out? Was it a coincidence, or was there, as Qu Ruoxuan suggested, a hidden agenda?

A noisy flurry of footsteps approached—many people were coming! Leng Moxi’s expression sharpened as she immediately jumped to her feet.

Having said this, she nodded toward Qiao Hong, cast a glance at Shang Yunzheng, and turned to walk toward the filming set.

Upon hearing this, a flicker of curiosity flashed in Uncle Jiu’s eyes. Lu Yu had provided him with too many surprises today. "Where is it?" Uncle Jiu asked in a hushed tone.

After all, Xie Linchen had lived with his parents for over three years, and they had spent a significant portion of their savings to save him.

However, she had obtained plenty of insect-repellent powder from the system. While it wasn't highly effective, it was only mildly toxic; even if ingested, it wouldn't kill anyone, causing only physical numbness, which allowed her to distribute it with peace of mind.

Following Zhou Ran through a detour, Ke Yating noticed him stop outside a doorway and glance toward her direction. Startled, she shrank back behind the wall to hide.

Yang Yan turned his gaze toward the tens of thousands of disciples below, his voice remaining slow and calm.

Seeing various factories lining both sides of the road, still working incessantly to produce all manner of goods, Wang Zhiiran looked up to see the moon hanging high in the night sky.

From Jie Mu’s body, there emanated not only the aura of bloodlust and killing intent but also a special black energy. This energy was no less potent than the mixture of bloodlust and malice; it was perhaps even stronger. Taking another step forward, a sharp, piercing pain seemed to tear at his soul, followed by a scream that echoed to the heavens.

Lin Feng said coldly, then grabbed the man’s wrist and pried his right hand away from his collar.

"Big Brother, Xun'er wants to eat that." Mo Xun'er looked at a sushi restaurant on the street with sparkling eyes, tugging at Ye Xian’s arm and acting spoiled.

Jie Mu wrapped his coat tighter, channeling his internal energy to fend off the harsh, biting cold. It seemed this was the first trial of the snowy mountain. The lethal temperature and the frigid wind, which felt like blades slicing into his flesh, were almost unbearable for an ordinary person.

Seeing his level rising higher and higher, nearing level ten, Yu Bin had to start considering his future path.

As if remembering something, a soft smile appeared on his aged face. Suddenly, Hu Guiyi, draped in dark green robes, opened his eyes, ripples of emotion flowing within them. Gazing at the mountain entrance ahead, he spoke softly without turning his head, his tone carrying an uncharacteristic hint of remorse.

After naming his character "Ice Whisper: Withered Bone," a title befitting an undead, the character creation process was complete.

Dean Yin Wuzhi was truly worthy of being the head of the academy; he had completely deceived this shapeshifted demon beast, making it believe it was a vampire. This caused it to abandon its original cultivation as a beast, resulting in years passing with zero progress—and, in fact, a regression in its power.

Yanjun had long since lost all feeling in her limbs, and the horse’s back was so high. A cold wave of fear washed over her, but she tried to imitate the others, tilting her body and hoping to slide down slowly. Unexpectedly, she tipped just a little too far, and her body failed to obey; she tumbled headlong into the snow.

Chen Song regained a bit of consciousness and glared at Xiao Zhu, who suddenly froze. Feier continued to pour them wine, keeping the drink flowing, but despite their persistent probing, the two men refused to utter a single word about the Bird’s Nest.

"Cured beef of the countryside, stir-fried shrimp with scallions, and let’s have the pork rib stew with winter melon." Xie Yulan ended her order with those three dishes; if not for Zhao Xiaodie’s attitude, she would have rattled off seven or eight more. And as expected, her choices were entirely based on being cheap and filling.

My goodness, even Niu has appeared! Isn't this character the first Eclipse in history? No, the first person in the history of Summoners—none other. Not only could she contract elemental beasts, but it is said she could even contract gods. This being is a truly terrifying existence.

After hearing everything from Mu Xinghe, Zhao Zhenheng, dull as he was, knew which side to choose. Any grudge over a brother’s death or a disciple’s murder vanished in the face of Qin Yan’s immense current power and his completely predictable future.

"It’s fine!" A-Niu cried inwardly. *It’s because it’s too drafty here that I told you to close it.* "I like it stuffy!" A-Niu blurted out thoughtlessly.

Someone stepped forward and pulled her up, asking, "Are you alright?" Fortunately, the snow was deep; Yanjun was merely frightened but unhurt. She thanked him while shaking off the snow. Looking up, she saw a stranger, yet he looked familiar, much like the Seventh Master from years later. There was no need to ask; he must be one of the brothers.

The Dark Demon King retrieved the opponent’s physical shell and placed it before the soul of the Black Obsidian God. The soul emitted a brilliant light, preparing to enter the body, but a red beam of light shot toward him from afar. Caught off guard, the soul of the Black Obsidian God suffered another grievous blow.

The sight was already horrific; even for those who arrived later, the vision of corpses and severed heads scattered across the ground was unbearable.

Unconsciously, scene after scene from the past floated before her eyes. Who could have imagined that the former underachiever who spent years repeating grades at the Sword God Academy would, six years later, become a towering titan capable of holding sway over a region? The powerhouses following him stretched as far as the eye could see.

It is evident that the envoy who contacted me did not lie. Had they not intervened, the Giant Spirits would have had the capability to launch a large-scale war.