Volume One, Chapter 30: I, Qin Bao, Will Act First and Report Later!

Wherever the sword light swept, cracks split the earth, and a cloud of dust billowed skyward; this awe-inspiring momentum sent a chill through everyone’s heart.

What would happen after three months of hellish training at Forward Entertainment? Would they even come out? Would they be broken in the process?

Qin Hao could hear from the tone of the Butcher’s voice how wary he was of the Jiutian Branch.

Not long after, Gu Lin came in carrying a bowl of medicine, cooled it off for her, and then carefully fed her.

“Are you here for the costume photo shoot?” The staff member glanced at the temporary pass and its annotation, paused in surprise, then looked over at William Wang.

He had hoped to show off, but ended up utterly disheveled, like a drowned rat.

Noya shrank back as far as she could, wishing she could flatten herself into a paper doll. Chu Qingchen’s domineering interrogation left her flustered, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

On the screen, a photograph appeared—Xue Lan in her youth, bright-eyed and radiant, a true beauty.

But unexpectedly, Duan Yi just chuckled. He was a farmer by birth, after all; what he said was simply the truth.

He knew, by his own reckoning, that if he fought Huang Ji, he would almost certainly lose. He was no match.

The other platforms were arranged around the main battle stage, forming a layout from inside out, but no one ascended the main platform—clearly, it was reserved for special battles.

Where once she had to crane her neck to see Di Yunqing’s chin, now she could see his eyes clearly.

The wind here was fierce; winter was coming. A gust stung her face, and Liu Qing shivered, pulling her clothes tight. Murong Chen saw this and regretted not thinking of it sooner.

Lu Yanshuang said nothing, holding tight to the Cloud Mirage and the five hundred tael banknote the Princess Mingzhu had paid in advance.

Meanwhile, Xue Canghai, wracked by excruciating pain, was forced out of beast form and returned to normal.

Hejia Li smiled faintly, cracked the car window for ventilation, and frowned slightly. “Me? I’m just curious! All right, let’s drive.” She flicked her half-smoked cigarette out the window.

After this round of commotion, the Jiang Haishan family finally accepted that their son had landed a job at the electronics factory.

But the exaggerated perm and heavy makeup were off-putting—her own parents might not recognize her, and Jiang Ming almost thought he’d wandered into a red-light district.

As the two girls chatted animatedly, Chen Chuansheng dug out his keys and pressed the button.

“You’re right. With his strength, even Second Brother might not be his match. To get rid of him, Senior Brother will have to act in person,” Luo Ba said gravely.

“I’ve made up my mind, Yi’er. I won’t let you go. Tomorrow, we’ll enter the palace. I want you to be my empress,” Feng Qingye said to Luo Shuiyi with a smile.

“We witches have a traitor. I’ve brought some of our people as representatives. Di Ao, you should know about this, shouldn’t you?” the elder asked.

The man with glasses slammed the steering wheel hard, and the car horn pierced the night with a shrill wail.

At that moment, he was pinned to the wall by Canmu, unable to move, while Canmu, unhurried, used the Divine Command to levitate several nails, suspending them beside Feng Gan’s dried-out hands. The hundred nails grazed his body—icy cold, and heart-wrenching.

Of those who remained, some could not bear to leave their homeland; some, aged and frail, wished only to die where they were born; while others had long been worn down by life, surviving as best they could.

Most of the beastmen of the Empire of Ten Thousand Beasts disliked the sea and water, so they cared little for such matters. Instead, they wondered if the upper echelons of the Northson Empire were mad, leaving their own country just to travel overseas for no reason.

Luo Shuiyi smiled faintly, reclining in Hua Lingyu’s embrace, and began to recount her journey through worlds in detail.

Judging by his earlier behavior, Shi Tian had thought he would just nod in agreement, but to his surprise, he actually dared to ask out loud.

She did admire Ni Lingge, and she did hope his gaze might linger on her a moment longer.

If her cold did not improve and her immune system weakened, it would certainly affect the baby as well.

“Heh, ignoring me.” Li Xing whistled, glanced at a young man behind him, who understood and ran onstage, yanking down the curtain and ripping it in two with a sharp tear.

A week later, on New Year’s Eve, people from the hall in town came to visit Zhang Xiumei, telling her that Jiang Rong had called the hall’s Third Master Qin to inform the family that she would not be coming home for the holiday, choosing instead to spend it at school with friends.

At these words, Yu Wu nodded obediently, climbed off Zhao Yunling, and slipped under the covers.

Mu Qiongyue studied Josh carefully; he did look mixed-race, and by his own account, he was indeed a hybrid.

Ji Changmu toyed with his wine glass, fingers stroking the fine, delicate lines, his gaze deep and lips tightly pressed.

Knowing that Long Yifei and the others were holding their wedding here tonight, she had gone to special effort with her appearance before coming to work.

A faint mist blurred the clean glass window; beyond the curtain lay a world shrouded in tranquil mystery.

Zheng Ji said nothing, carrying Song Yu on his back as he pressed on. The meeting spot with the plane from Chanxi Temple was not far now.

“So, in this battle, all we can do is pray that Chu Tianyu will ultimately prevail,” Shui Wuyun said.

Recalling the reconnaissance report, Sima Jianru gazed at Chu Tianyu in puzzlement; he could not fathom how Chu Tianyu had deduced the answer.

What truly astounded them was that these rookies actually managed to follow Yuan Xing’s standards and complete the training plan he set.

Shen Suhang watched the person before him, angry and petulant, and remembered all the rumors about Princess Wan’er. They all described her as spoiled and unreasonable. Yet in front of him now, she seemed innocent, romantic, and though a little pampered, genuinely kind-hearted—nothing like the stories of her willfulness.

The cooldown time was halved, and the skill’s duration doubled, increasing from five to ten seconds.