Chapter 115: The Wager

Lian Youyou took a deep breath, then lifted her chin and squared her shoulders as she stepped out of the car.

Unsurprisingly, the moment she alighted, the gaze of everyone near the film set fell upon her.

Moreover, the way people looked at her had undergone a complete transformation compared to the previous day.

With a clear conscience, Lian Youyou was unaffected by these stares and walked forward.

She had taken only two steps when Fan Cheng, who was in the crowd, suddenly lunged forward, startling her.

Cursing inwardly at whoever had pushed him out, Fan Cheng steadied himself and said to Lian Youyou with a smile, "Little niece... Youyou, you're here. Everyone's been waiting for you."

Lian Youyou swept a glance over...

"Old classmate, tell me the details. Perhaps I can help you solve this problem." Zhao Zhengce chuckled, offering Wang Zhiping a cigarette.

Bai Suzhen, overhearing that the two men were from Sanshan Island, smiled knowingly, aware that they shared her lineage as disciples of Xuanmu Island. Judging by their master's origins, they were technically her juniors.

"A municipal party committee appointment? What does the city committee have to do with the Veterans' Association?" Xiao Han snorted upon hearing this. It seemed Luo Ran and his people had been sidelined. But with him above them and Old Xu's connections, why was Luo Ran being so weak-willed?

The cafeteria at the party school was actually quite decent, far better than the food at Northern University, offering a choice of two dishes and a soup. Zhao Zhengce said nothing, burying his head in finishing his meal, filling his stomach first before anything else.

"The highway is fully connected now. It seems there are no real technical difficulties left—everything can be overcome." Qian Zhongmin remarked.

Zhao Zhengce nodded noncommittally but remained seated on the sofa without moving. Yi Huarong understood that Zhao Zhengce wanted a definitive answer, so he rose and walked to his desk to make a phone call.

Huo Wanqing clenched her teeth and said nothing. His laughter was too grating; she felt utterly humiliated.

"Speak honestly, act resolutely—words to live by, and I share them with you, Policy." A sincere smile appeared on Xiao Nong's dark face. The saying meant one must always be truthful in speech and firm in action. It was one of Confucius's standards for the "scholar," laid out for his disciple Zigong, widely circulated and easy to understand.

Xi Sa was full of confidence, letting the other man ponder his choice as he leisurely lifted his teacup to drink. Just then, Yanyangtian made his decision. "Have you ever heard of the Five-Fierce Overlord Sword?" His teacup slipped from his hand, fell to the ground, and shattered into several pieces, tea splashing onto both their trouser legs—yet neither paid it any mind.

Old Lord suddenly fell silent. He lowered his gaze to the crooked staff in his hand, raised his arm, and tossed the staff to Li Song. Then he closed his eyes tightly and offered his neck to the blade. A resolute detachment filled his expression. Perhaps, at this moment, the Old Lord truly wished for nothing more than a swift death.

This scene unfolded in many households. Their relatives who had died of the plague all appeared before them, recounting Shangyangzi's misdeeds. Then these ghosts walked out of their homes and joined the procession of spirits, receding into the distance—in the direction of Shangyangzi's temple.

When this song first came out, no one called it a divine track. When did it become one? It was after it swept the nation with the elderly couples dancing in public squares—that is, after it went viral.

"Yes, sir." The bodyguard looked at Yun Cheng in bewilderment, completely at a loss as to what he meant.

Of course, had Hao Jin not signaled, this wealthy out-of-towner would have been politely escorted out and given a very courteous warning by Manager A Ming.

Li Dongsheng's prestige in Luoyang plummeted to freezing point instantly. He was no longer an exalted deity but a monster—a terrifying monster.

Sure enough, no sooner had he spoken than the voice of the Way Ancestor resounded across heaven and earth, decreeing Zeng Yong as the Great Emperor Zixiao, Heavenly Emperor of the Celestial Court, Supreme Ruler of All Things.

"The Supreme Heavenly Way has actually grown angry? Manifesting its own power to deal with me?" Jiang Tian laughed uproariously, mounted his somersault cloud, and fled.

As for that great shield, with nothing but defense and health and no damage output, it was naturally ground down and killed by Lin Ke's high DPS.