Volume 1, Chapter 54: Next Time Sis Goes to KTV, I'm Still Booking You

On the trending search square, various marketing accounts shared candid paparazzi videos.

The videos captured a blurred silhouette of Su Nianxi entering the recording studio for Dream Beauty.

The captions by the marketing accounts were exaggerated, uniformly questioning how Su Nianxi could transform from a vase hated by the entire internet into a major mentor of a talent show in just a short month or two.

The comment section was equally toxic.

This time, the presence of haters was noticeably reduced, replaced instead by various fan clubs.

[Supreme Junjun: Has Dream Beauty run out of people? Look at what kind of person Su Nianxi is; she is neither a singer nor an idol. What is she doing coming to a talent variety show? Is she going to teach others how to...]

"What? You want to enter the competition? Are you out of your mind?" The applicant froze for a moment upon hearing that Basong was going to compete with Burgess.

One has to hand it to Fang Shihua's narcissism. If Murong Xue knew what he was thinking at this moment, she would probably have hurled a shoe at his face first.

"Brother, you didn't just send me photos from the auto show, did you?" Seeing the picture sent by Zhuang Yi, Zhuang An was still a bit uncertain.

Yet amidst his distraction, his attention toward Chu Jingqi waned slightly. He completely failed to notice that Chu Jingqi's expression was as dark as ink, chillingly cold and terrifying, and that a hint of murderous intent had already surfaced in his eyes.

Why do you, this idiot, still barge in? Why do you come to disrupt my life? Why?

Only the few men who had also noticed Jun Rongfan just moments ago realized that something unusual had occurred with the one among them who had "made the first move."

At this moment, as she spoke, her hands were gesturing along, actually mimicking Cupid's actions.

"However, if time could flow backward, I would still do the same..." Lin Tianye's voice was very low, yet it carried an unshakable resolve.

"You know what? The very first time I laid eyes on you, I felt you were very special," Wang Qing said indifferently.

"Am I supposed to go in?" Lee Seung-soo asked the VJ, only to be met with complete silence. The camera was simply hoisted and shoved right into his face, giving the impression that no verbal reply would be given. Still, deep down, he already had his answer.

Even the powerhouses from those higher regions had rushed to the Primordial Land. Some hailed from the Grotto-Heaven realms, while others came from the Spirit-Transforming domains, all eager to see who this defying-the-heavens youth might be.

In the past, whenever Gao Fei executed the three characters "Lin, Bing, Dou," he would cast them consecutively. Now, however, he deployed them separately because he discovered that casting them individually produced even greater power.

Seeing that both of them had taken his words to heart, Ye Chu nodded repeatedly in secret satisfaction. Without sparing his breath, he immediately recounted everything he had heard from Huayu, detail by detail.

After a period of hesitation, Ye Ying ultimately still lacked the courage to step inside. The moment Ye Ying turned around, however, a familiar voice suddenly called out to him.

We were wrong, completely wrong. Our mistake lay in our own arrogance, conceit, and blindness to the shifting tides. Otherwise, we would not have brought about such a nearly insolvable predicament today.

"What are you thinking about? You are not focusing during practice." Contrary to the harsh tone during practice, Lee Seung-soo spoke earnestly and with genuine concern. This was also why Kim Hak-jun felt somewhat intimidated by Lee Seung-soo, though they got along quite well in daily life—though naturally, getting scolded frequently during practice was par for the course.

Ge Yueying sat with her back facing Zhang Shaozhen, staring at the candle on the table. She fetched her tobacco pipe from somewhere and began smoking that ancient, coarse-cut tobacco in the room without the slightest restraint. Finally, the old woman spoke, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Gao Fei took in everyone's expressions at a glance. He understood very well that it was impossible to restore everyone's previous spirits; once certain things happened, they had to be faced, and escape was out of the question. Perhaps in the eyes of these disciples, he appeared somewhat overbearing.

Moreover, chaotic demonic energy was countless times more potent than chaotic spiritual energy. More importantly, chaotic demonic energy originated from the Chaos Demon Gods. Especially following the demise of the Chaos Demon Gods, it had become tainted with grievances, resentment, and numerous other negative emotions, making this power not only violent to refine but also prone to driving one mad.

Seeing that Xiao Ling refused to admit his fault, Liu Yingfeng let the matter drop. Regardless of the pretext, as long as the youth could hand over the Sword-Control Art, that would suffice.

The sudden shift from brightness to darkness caused even those who had roamed the underworld for many years to feel a sense of panic, creating a commotion over there.

On the way back, Tang Feng noticed a notification pop up on his phone. Tapping to open it, he saw a message from a stranger.

The taste of this "frosted fruit" was slightly different from the flame fruit and ice crystal fruit he had tasted earlier; its flavor was very mild, save for a special aroma carried by its juices.

In fact, his near-legendary experiences provided ample material for media reports, making him an endlessly fertile topic of discussion.

An Hong also lowered a rope down. This item was indispensable; in the event of a sudden huge wave or dangerous fish, she would have to rely on it to escape.

The Lakers on offense, Fisher stopped the ball on the right wing and executed a pick-and-roll with Gasol, the former running to the top of the arc while the latter cut empty toward the basket.

"Get ready to film quickly. Stop meddling in things that are none of your business," Wang Naijie said, giving him an annoyed shove.

Being a leader requires learning to delegate authority. This both reduces work pressure and stimulates the creativity of subordinates—why not do it?

After finishing the last cinema and returning to the hotel room, Wang Naijie checked the time and saw it was already past two in the morning. Exhausted to the point of speechlessness, he mustered the last of his energy for a quick shower and hurried to bed.

The disciples of the Sword God Sect panicked, huddling together as they stared at Chen Yi, who was propping himself up with an iron spear to keep from falling, and shouted sternly. One must know that the Sword God Sect's sword formation was peerless; although their sword cultivators possessed formidable offensive power, they lacked the versatility of Qi refiners. What allowed them to dominate a region was precisely the might of this sword formation.

"Anyone who doesn't know you might think you were working for Colonel Yu Ruotong," Carlos teased, giving him a knowing wink.

"Brother Chen, our Longteng Company is still a blank slate in the mining industry. Could we trade some mining equipment for this so that we can enter the mining sector in the future?" Wang Zeming asked.

"I didn't hear you! Louder!" Huang Li demanded with an escalating, ruthless coldness, her face full of arrogance and malice. Wang Xuanlong's hands pressed flat against the floor trembled violently. With a fierce bite of his teeth, he slammed his head directly down toward the floorboards. Instantly, the floor tiles shattered into pieces from the impact, and a burst of blood splattered forth.

Hearing this, Yun Feng let out a long whistle. To be honest, fighting two peak three-star Soul Emperor realm powerhouses simultaneously did not scare him in the slightest; on the contrary, it stirred a sense of eager anticipation within his heart.

Frowning, Chen Yi gazed for a moment at the dizzy Liu Li before pulling her into his arms. "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. Aren't I back now? It's all my fault; I ran into a fierce beast and fought with it for a long time, so I lost my way a bit," Chen Yi comforted her softly.

Beside him, Valentine and Xiao Menglou bent down simultaneously, pressing both hands against their knees as they breathed heavily in deep gasps.

"You, what do you want?" The police station director took half a step back. The youth before him was simply too terrifying; he had no desire to take another couple of bullets.