Chapter 61: The Audience

Shangguan Yunshang’s triumph lasted less than a moment before her expression shifted abruptly. Of the three of them, only Liu Zijun had an orchid by her side, and now Su Tang had one as well; only she was left with nothing. Nobody had given her one! Shangguan Yunshang immediately turned her head toward the other side of the stream. On that side, young men gathered in twos and threes—some dashing and elegant, some languid, others self-styled charmers casting electric glances. In the pavilion among them, five or six were huddled together. The test results yielded five distinct colors: red, purple, yellow, blue, and white. Red was the weakest, while white was the strongest.

Was it truly him who had caused the incident with Mother Xiangju? Mother Xiangju falling and screaming on her own was, at the very least, quite bizarre. The old monster clicked his tongue in disbelief; the male protagonist must have gone mad, surely? Was it necessary to go to such lengths? He had never seen a police commissioner pull out a Tsar Bomba in the middle of a video conference with the Secretary of State. The old monster was also racking his brain; if one wished to shatter a person’s consciousness, there was no better way than to expose the reality that they were subconsciously rejecting and avoiding.

"How dare you impersonate my dear apprentice! How dare you impersonate my dear apprentice!" Immortal Wuhen acted as if he had swallowed gunpowder, hacking away at "Zhao Qiqi" while shouting. She slowly felt the ropes bound behind her and suddenly felt a sense of familiarity. As she continued to feel them, her eyes lit up—weren't these the very knots those five bodyguards had taught her? Being able to use this method certainly implied some connection to the gang associated with Huang Ying’s family. Recalling the white, graceful figure that had frequently appeared before his eyes over the past two years, Ran Yihan felt his heart flutter involuntarily. He could not help but find it amusing; when committing evil deeds, why had she not considered that such a result might occur? Even the most formidable people had their weaknesses.

"Su An, the task of tending the fire is yours; we’ll handle the grilling," Xiao Yu said with a smile, her tone gentle. Scratching his rear, he went over to take a look. Xu Mengmeng was brushing her teeth. She was already daring to touch her feet to the ground, so it seemed she had improved significantly. Upon hearing this, Su Changyue sat up straight; the quilt slipped from her body, revealing her fair shoulders and the neck, which bore several ambiguous marks.

"Heh, I know that Ma Wangye has three eyes, but you, Qi Dawei, only have two—and they are blind ones at that, otherwise you wouldn't have failed to recognize a master when you saw one!" Ye Lengfeng said with a calm smile. If taken individually, the Heat players possessed strong mental fortitude, but when huddled together, the question of who would take the blame for a loss became an issue. Taylor barely managed to open her eyes to see Huang Yu, then, after mentioning the hotel, she tilted her head as if all her strength had abandoned her. The livestream audience found it hard to believe what Li Feng said, especially the newcomers who had never seen him perform miracles. The veteran viewers, however, muttered to themselves—could it really be true? After all, everything Li Feng had predicted had come to pass so far.

"Qingyin, why did Brother Changyu leave? Why wouldn't he stay to keep me company?" Seeing Su Changyu depart, Lou Qingsi felt immensely aggrieved, her eyes drooping as she looked pitifully at Situ Qingyin. I quickly washed up and changed into my gear. It was camouflage—the set I’d received yesterday; it was wrinkled and covered in fuzz, feeling truly uncomfortable against the skin. Daoist Yukong was also taken aback. He glanced outside, then quickly cupped his hands and said, "Your Majesty, do not worry. These are two of my friends who have come to assist. I shall return after a brief word with them!" With that, he turned and walked out.

After Chen Qiang and Leng Bingxin entered the golden passage, the scenery before them shifted. They appeared on an island. No sooner had they landed than a series of thunderclaps echoed through the air; lightning as thick as a human leg ravaged the sky, and the space was highly unstable. However, the Glacier Giant had no interest in bickering with Lin Jie at that moment. With a forceful tug, it tore through the spiderweb and proceeded to shove Qingqian toward its mouth once more. Behind Yan Beige, dozens of battle-scarred Bliss soldiers suddenly lunged forward, desperately throwing themselves in the way to block Dugu Yuming's attack. Some of them even dragged Yan Beige away, preparing to flee.

They say that love grows with time. Gu Lan and Tang Fei had been together for over two years, enduring countless storms side by side. Tang Fei’s life was destined to be one of constant turbulence, never finding peace. Although Gu Lan was merely a soul at the time, her heart was just as clear.

In the basement, the three of them lay huddled together on the floor. It was freezing, yet no one could feel it. The light was extremely dim, and yet, no one opened their eyes to look at it all. "I am acting openly and honestly; how is that despicable? I already told you, if you want to leave, you can go now." After saying this, Chen Qiang called to order dinner. "What are we to do? If we go on like this, it’ll be dawn by the time we finish off the boss," Lin Jie said with disdain. If he had checked the time, he would have realized that dawn was not far off, for it was already the early hours of the morning. No wonder his eyelids were fighting each other; his body was telling him it was time to sleep.

Luo Jinshi was not someone to be trifled with. She hadn't laid a finger on Pei Yayi, so what right did Pei Yayi have to touch her? As her perception of the surroundings deepened, Li Yun, eyes closed, actually saw the environment around him. The attacks of the three demonic beasts, the lion lying on the ground healing its wounds, and even the expressions of worry on the faces of the people behind him were all fully within his view. His field of vision was completely omnidirectional.

"If it’s not just doable but also like finding a treasure bowl!" A sharp light flashed in Chen Youjun’s eyes, though inwardly he grew increasingly confused—what exactly did she mean? Just as Fan Tong was in the midst of a desperate sprint, his phone rang. Originally, he had no intention of answering a call at such a critical moment, but upon seeing it was the person who had helped him deal with Li Yibai, he frowned and picked up the phone.

Although the cup was generally intended for drinking water, its craftsmanship was exquisite, and it contained a magic array, making it quite a fine piece of art. I listened, feeling shocked, angry, and flustered. Could Ye Kaitai’s death really be related to Ye Zihan? Had she known the cause of her sister’s death all along and returned now for revenge? But why wait three years to seek revenge? And Yu Zhaoxia should have had nothing to do with what happened three years ago; was her death just a coincidence, or was there some deeper mystery?

One thing must be admitted: monsters are sometimes truly dangerous. When they are consumed by their demonic nature, they become nothing more than machines of destruction. Seeing Yamata no Orochi in its current state, it was not hard to imagine why cultivators were determined to eradicate monsters, and why humans feared them so much. Sun Weiwei was speechless; to describe lust in such a righteous tone—there was truly no one like him. How had she failed to notice earlier that Li Yibai was shameless to this degree?