28. The Supporting Actor in the Entertainment Industry

If one were to ask what exactly Xiang Beifeng was aiming for, the answer would be simple: he wanted to become a figure like the Old Fox, but without suffering the same fate. He was convinced that had he been in the Old Fox’s position, he would have handled things far better.

Once they reached the mountain, Lan Lingyan was immediately whisked away by Lin Maoshan. Having performed a great service this time, he found himself the target of malicious glares from many of his cousins in the third generation of the Lin family. Lin Min, still as flamboyant as the first time Ning Yunhuan had met her, dragged Ning Yunhuan away into a room to talk.

Ji Yun had received the news early and had been waiting outside the airport. Seeing Gu Ming emerge with the professors, she immediately walked over to greet her.

The night after he reported for duty, Gu Yongxin invited Lu Chen to his home for dinner. Just as Ji Chengming had done, he welcomed and congratulated him. At the dinner table, Lu Chen asked Gu Yongxin with some skepticism if he had been the one pulling the strings behind the scenes to get him into the government agency. Gu Yongxin merely smiled, offering no reply.

As Pan Mingxia was on the phone with Yun Ke'er, Lu Gang watched Lu Chen with a strange expression. He sighed to himself, thinking that his master really knew how to put people through the wringer—tossing Pan Mingxia back and forth until even the onlookers felt uneasy. It served as a reminder to himself: he must never get on his master’s bad side, or he would surely be tormented to the brink of death.

Although Sun Changxing’s attitude toward us had been terrible at first, if not for his help, we would have been like headless flies. Liu Weiwei had not been with us constantly over the past two days; she had borrowed an electric scooter from a local and spent her time wandering through the nearby villages.

On the afternoon of the second day, Lin Feng received word from the palace that the Emperor was hosting a grand banquet that evening for the regional governors. After his nap and a quick wash and change, Lin Feng took Yuan Biao and Chen Qi and headed into the palace.

Gu Ming could only give Old Ding a brief summary of what had happened at the Qin family’s anniversary reception that evening.

Chu Tianshu had already tied his fortunes to Ye Qingping’s chariot, and naturally, he hoped for a smooth path for Ye Qingping’s political career.

"Prepare to die!" As Gu Ao-yun closed in to within a foot of Chi Zhongtian, he thrust his palm forward.

After a moment of stunned silence, the group realized they would finally be able to eat that night. With their tension released, they all collapsed onto the ground in unison.

Tossing a warning over his shoulder without looking back, Fang Jin did not wait for the ambushing centipede to recover; he launched an attack of his own.

He did not rush. First, he consumed two strands of Ruyi Immortal Qi to restore his previously depleted internal energy before beginning the extraction. Refining the centennial cold iron was significantly more difficult. Shen Mo chanted spells rapidly, his hands moving through a series of incantations, and before long, a fine sheen of sweat appeared on his forehead.

If not for encountering me, not one of these people—save for Li Jialing, who was protected by her special abilities—would have made it out of this territory alive.

Summer dawns exceptionally early in Beihai. Wang Xifeng glanced at Jia Lian’s pocket watch and saw it was only a little past three in the morning.

Although Professor Chen was worried about Shirley Yang’s safety, once he saw the sight before him, his mind was inevitably captivated.

In fact, he knew that even if he tried to intervene, Tamara might not listen; she always had her own logic and methods for doing things.

He kept one hand inserted into the gap of the Four Spirits Seal, while his other hand gently lifted the black hood he had been wearing, revealing his true face.

"You've returned." When the King of Humanity saw Wu Wei, his first words were like a greeting between old friends who hadn't seen each other in a few days.

Though it might not be of much use, it would at least serve to lessen Watanabe Yawu's suspicions.

The wedding was set for October. Liu Yi had other plans in mind; he was an idealist, and as October approached, he dreamed of seeing all the construction projects in the mountain village completed.

While they were pleased, someone else found it hard to listen. Just as the crowd nodded in agreement, a cold snort rang out.

The weather was hot, and after hiking up the mountain, he was drenched in sweat. Gazing at the crystal-clear river water, Xu Linyuan felt a sudden surge of inspiration.

Jiao Fei was still unsure if the Weiyang Palace, like the Primordial Heavenly Demon Seal of the past, still lacked a bit of chaotic primordial energy to open up a true grotto-heaven.

He could only rely on the defensive methods he had honed to deploy his full strength, hoping to find an opportunity to break the enemy’s spell. Even now, he believed he was trapped in some sort of formation, unaware that Jiao Fei had sent him into a world created by a supreme innate pure-yang treasure.

At this moment, in the city of Jishi, which was increasingly beginning to resemble a great metropolis, Gao Yuan laughed heartily after receiving the report from the Hetao Plain. Xu Yuan was truly a man with vision.

At the beginning of the invasion, the Xipang forces attacked the Longshou Highlands and many vital points surrounding it from eight directions. The plains directly beneath the highlands, originally made of jagged rocks, were now packed with the dense ranks of the Xipang army.

The "dancing with roosters" routine showed Liu Yi’s dedication to his morning exercise. Despite the aches and pains from the night before, he stubbornly put on his athletic gear, intent on running his usual loop.

His military saber, like a drawn sword, hummed with a dull vibration as he engaged the blond man in battle.

"You—how do you know my name?" Although Ye Miaoyu was a bit nervous, her mind was clear, and she immediately noticed the oddity in how Xu Linyuan addressed her, causing her expression to turn strange.

Where was she? And where was his Hao Xin? Intense confusion flooded Xia Yenuo’s mind, and as if his legs had reached their limit, he collapsed to his knees.

Watching his generals vie to be the first to charge, Jiang Qi felt a surge of joy. He truly had not expected that Lu Bu had become such a piece of "fat meat" that everyone wanted a bite of.

"We maintain the most fundamental respect for our enemies. Hirohiko, speak." Kurobe Katsusan looked at Nagano Hirohiko with approval.

"You've arrived." The other party’s expression remained calm, without the slightest ripple, and even his eyes remained as hollow as ever.

Lu Weizhen watched helplessly as the men took the 885,000. The boy returned with the card machine, his expression calm, looking as if he were accustomed to handling large sums of money.