33. The Supporting Actor in Show Business

Gu Xin felt Zhai An’s lips press against hers—a soft, proactive kiss.

He appeared to be in his twenties, with a remarkably elegant and refined appearance. However, the three parts of anger currently visible added a sharp edge to his usually steady demeanor.

"My turn to attack!" Jin Ling declared. He lunged forward like a tiger or leopard, closing the distance to Yang Lisheng. The latter reached for his dagger to defend himself, but his wrist went limp; before he knew it, the weapon was already in Jin Ling’s hand.

At his feet, a large black dog with patches of white lay listlessly, panting with its tongue lolling out.

"But Your Highness, do not forget that the Grand Preceptor is also accompanying the party. In the entire Yan-Zhao Immortal Kingdom, there are no more than a handful of powerhouses who can rival him," someone reminded him.

The wind stirred, the sword moved, the energy surged. Ziyu heard none of the exclamations or the clash of sword energy around her; her ears echoed only with the words Bei Mingchangfeng had just spoken.

After all, there could only be one mistress of the second branch. It would be either Diao Nan or Diao Ling, making this a critical juncture. The most urgent task was to drive Diao Ling and her father, Diao Ya, out of the house.

"What is going on with these star lines? If I can’t move them one by one, I’ll refine them all together and take them with me!" Tian Xing divided his spiritual energy into several strands, extending them along the star lines to the celestial bodies connected to them.

"Let’s go, follow and see what on earth that is!" Tian Xing said, a hint of joy on his face.

Jin Ling activated his Qi-viewing technique, carefully observing the details on the deceased. Based on the victim’s vital energy characteristics, he seemed to have the cultivation level of a high-level immortal practitioner. If he had been killed in a single strike by a magical beast, that beast was either exceptionally powerful or highly skilled at camouflage.

"Then what do you want?" Ai Jia finally relaxed a little. The boy in front of her didn’t look like a bad person; compared to Bing Chen, he was definitely a good one.

Sometime after dinner, Sun Ke’er arrived. She helped the guard swap identities and clothes with Zhou Chao. Once it was dark and the guards changed shifts, Zhou Chao slipped away unnoticed.

"Where is Ye Wanwan?" She looked up at the distant sky, her breathtakingly beautiful face cold and detached, showing no expression. Standing there quietly, she parted her graceful lips and said lightly, as if she didn’t care, her eyes clear and calm, reaching the peak of composure.

"Shi Ge, I beg you, please don’t send me away, okay?" Yin Chengmei was so anxious that tears fell; she was on the verge of kneeling. She stepped forward, crouched down gently, and rested her slender, jade-like hands on Shi Ge’s shoulders.

At this moment, the smell from above became increasingly foul, accompanied by faint rustling sounds. Hao Cheng and Wu Dao couldn't help but look up. Before long, a pale, blood-stained human hand emerged into the torchlight. The blood dripped onto the stone below, immediately turning into a dark, foul-smelling brown.

Jin Qiusha brought out a tray and said with satisfaction, "That’s right, finding a job is a good thing." She turned and walked back into the kitchen.

I was so excited that my mind was in complete chaos. It wasn't until Chen Yanfeng explained it to me many times that I gradually managed to sort out my thoughts.

It was also Zhuo Yifan's carelessness—they were too close, and he never expected Qian Qian to pull such a move. The snowball hit him square on the bridge of his nose with a 'pop,' scattering instantly and splashing snow all over his head and face.

Zhuo Yifan stepped back in alarm, eyeing the person who had just entered. That person looked him up and down as well, both of them feeling quite surprised.

"No need. A first-level Houtian martial artist isn't worth disturbing the team leader. I thought the celestial phenomenon earlier meant those three old fossils were about to ascend, but it turns out that wasn't the case!" the leader of the men in black said to his companion.

For all these years, the person she hated most was not the sect alliance deacon who had abducted her, tortured her in every way, and ultimately died by her hand, but Cao Sifeng—the man who had once sworn eternal love to her, only to abandon her for the sake of so-called loyalty.

After selling the body of a flood dragon, Lin Feng’s supply of spirit jade skyrocketed. Yet, looking at the amount he needed for his own cultivation, he didn't feel that ten billion spirit jade was much. To advance from the first level of the Golden Core stage to the second, he needed ten billion spirit jade per technique; three techniques combined meant thirty billion.

"Let’s be practical: the position of 'Teacher Thirty-Six,' plus a restaurant and some real estate in West Lake," Zheng Zai-xun proposed.

The potato-chip mushrooms were truly delicious. Even Lin Feng couldn't help but eat several dozen of them. These all-natural treats, tasting as if they had been dried under the sun, were truly extraordinary.

The next morning, the chilly wind of early winter swept across the land. William led his 2,600-strong direct legion and 1,600 knights across the Tuoke River outside Liexue City, lining up along the bank to fight with their backs to the water.

Only a day had passed, but the tragic scene on the battlefield remained striking. Five thousand men, along with two or three thousand horses—the countless corpses laid out here became a feast for the wild beasts. Vultures, wolves, and other carnivores were enjoying a grand banquet.

If this explosive setup were considered a giant cannon, the opening at the top was its only flaw and vent.

Having not fought a war in thirty years, and with even raids being rare in recent years, the Liao Kingdom had no idea that a once-in-a-millennium opportunity had fallen into their laps right in the heart of the Northern Song Dynasty.

Tang Feng flickered, darting out of the fray. He wanted to escape, but his speed was strictly tied to the number of his wings. Originally, four pairs kept him balanced, but now that one wing had been severed by Lin Feng, his speed was greatly reduced, and his flight path was even skewed.

"No, it is I who was being too demanding. Daniel, you don't need to take what I just said to heart," William said with a smile, though his forced expression looked a bit awkward.

For Chu Qing, she actually hadn't intended to invite Chen Feng and Chen Qingyu to her home, as her cooking, while not terrible, certainly wasn't anything special.

The entire lunch passed in a quiet atmosphere. Due to the rule set by Chu's father—to remain silent while eating—the mother and son ate in silence. During the meal, Chu's mother kept placing meat and vegetables into her son's bowl, watching him gobble it down with a face full of maternal tenderness.