Volume 1, Chapter 31: Martial Artist Certification

Tang Xiangqin suspected the leaderboard was malfunctioning and clicked refresh.
...
It still showed third place.
Tang Xiangqin looked stunned.
It wasn't a glitch! Someone had surpassed him.
He had held onto that second-place spot for three full years.
Refusing to accept it, he refreshed again.
Third place had become fourth!
Those watching the giant screen gasped in surprise as well.
"Tang Xiangqin actually dropped to fourth? Is there a mechanical error?"
Some eyes turned toward the three middle-aged men on the stage.
The three men, sporting receding hairlines, were equally surprised.
"What is going on? How did Tang Xiangqin fall to fourth?" Wu Guofu looked at the other two as if seeking an answer.
Duan Jiacheng’s expression of shock was even more intense than the others.
He was...
A cold shout rang out, halting the two as they advanced. They stood there blankly, watching him, a flash of light passing through their eyes in unison.
The men in black surrounding the pair, seeing no reaction from Yun Xian and Ye Mei, saw one of their number take a step forward and raise his right hand.
Those gathered around the wedding site gasped, mirroring Lin Xiaoxiao's reaction.

She liked Biying and didn't mind Biying's identity, including that sword strike from the past; after all, it wasn't her that Biying had intended to kill back then. Regarding this, Yun Xian accepted it with a clear conscience.
Yun Xian did not know what Yun Mu meant by saying that. His attitude seemed like he was joking to tease her, yet it also carried an inexplicable sincerity that left Yun Xian feeling unsettled.
At nightfall, the area was overgrown with wild weeds. In front of a makeshift shed built from rubble, a sparse light flickered.
Upon arriving at the Gu family's main gate, Mu Yang saw Qiu Chenchen pacing anxiously back and forth, as if waiting for someone.
A large piece of wind-snow white bronze lay before Ye Han. Facing the boundless flames, it shimmered with white light. A faint mist evaporated from its surface, but instead of dissipating, it was caught by a whirlwind and circled the bronze block.
Sitting in the car, Mu Yang was frantic, praying continuously in her heart that nothing would go wrong.
Tiantian nodded decisively, a ripple of mental energy surging forth, finally turning into a torrent that rushed into Ye Han’s sea of consciousness.
If the other party was unaware of his own mission, then they certainly weren't after the mission item he carried. So, what was their goal? Never mind, whatever their goal was, he would find a way to shake them off later.
Han Yi nodded. Once casualties mounted, morale grew volatile; if the infantry formation scattered, they would surely be decimated by a cavalry charge. Thus, failure would not be far off for the infantry.
Liang Rou suddenly felt the sound resonate like a great temple bell, jolting her out of her stupor. She hurriedly shook the golden bell in her hand, and the Arhat, who had been sitting cross-legged and naked, instantly stood upright, staring blankly and remaining silent.
At this point, he could no longer control his emotions, slamming his fist onto the table so hard he left a dent in it.
He wasn't referring to the lingering scent of smoke in the office, but rather mocking the entire company.
As she spoke, her suspicious gaze shifted toward the other figures moving in the distance deep within the grassland.
For a moment, the scene of Ziye dodging continuously turned into a chase of black and red light filaments, with Ziye’s black thunderous threads gaining the upper hand. The blood-colored threads of the ghost infant were completely countered by Ziye’s dark nether-thunder, and before long, they were devoured entirely.
Qiqi’s statement shocked those around her once again. Just then, her expression changed abruptly. At the same time, several Tai Rong fairies came running toward them, shouting loudly as they ran.
Shortly after they left, Ziye appeared behind a ruin. He watched them go, his face as calm as an ancient well, revealing nothing.
Han Yi nodded repeatedly. It was true that the Wuhuan cavalry were skilled in mounted archery, but if his army was protected by wagon formations, long arrows would struggle to inflict significant damage. The advantage of cavalry over infantry lay in surprise charges, not in pre-arranged battles like this.
Jin Hao confessed to his profligate spending, which was grossly inconsistent with his normal income, and the huge, unexplained deposits in his bank accounts. He explained where the massive bribes came from and admitted to the fact of selling resource intelligence, but he made no mention of Ding Zhen’s arrangement to smuggle goods out of the country.

I never dared to tell my parents or Dongfang Yu about the Bai Feng incident, fearing it would frighten them and lead to unnecessary misunderstandings.
He no longer hesitated; he believed the Ghost Face would surely make Zhou Xiaoyi vanish from the face of the earth. This room had been renovated by the best professionals, leaving no traces behind; no one would ever know Zhou Xiaoyi had been here.
Outnumbered, he had to flee! Shi Xiaofeng made an immediate decision, swiftly shifting gears and hitting the gas. The black and gray cars pursued him, never leaving his side.
Tomorrow night was Friday. Ye Zhen hadn't forgotten the day after; he had to contact the dorm mistress and keep a private eye on the team's competition. Even if Ye Zhen wasn't playing, he couldn't miss congratulating them after the match.
"Do you regret not forgiving him sooner?" Yu Manli asked, looking at Ming Fan, who was kneeling before the tombstone.
Although the company had a cafeteria, it was long past mealtime, so he planned to go out and find a place to treat his stomach.
The nearby rooms were all rented out. Many people opened their doors to watch the commotion, and I could even hear the bearded man cursing loudly in the back—it was truly vile.
"Senior brother, I’ve finished my report. I suggest we hold Liang Zhongchun accountable." Wang Manchun was on the phone with Ming Lou, reporting on the labor camp incident.
They brought us to a strange place; it looked like a forest, yet also like a marketplace.
"Ma Yirou, you’re being a bit ungrateful. Brother Tian came personally to invite you; aren't you getting a little too arrogant?" Zheng Min said viciously.
"Was that you groaning just now?" Though terrified, I still managed to choke out the question.
That Ouman, who had become a mere stepping stone, hadn't he been quickly forgotten? Did anyone even remember what he looked like?
With a thunderous shout, a hand intercepted the trajectory of the basketball. Zhou Yuxiao, who had been waiting for this moment, took advantage of his jump to fiercely block Jia Junkai’s hook shot.
Tang'er’s complexion was pale, even deathly white. Although she was still alive, and had only used a tiny amount of strength, she was like someone suspended in mid-air, held by nothing but a single strand of hair, in an extremely precarious position.