Chapter 45: Truly the Arbiter of the Entertainment Industry!

Lu Qingfei looked up, the oppressive air around her dissipating entirely.

“They told me they know who harmed Second Senior Brother, so I came,” she said.

Chu Zhuo followed her gaze and finally noticed the bedraggled protagonist sprawled helplessly on the ground.

So even you have a day like this! How satisfying!

He fought hard not to burst out laughing.

But… harming Zhong Qin?

“Hey,” Chu Zhuo nudged the protagonist with his foot, “stand up and speak.”

“It seems that once I enter, this great formation will threaten my life!” After everyone arrived outside the gates of the Sacred Body Sect, Zhang Daocheng carefully examined the sect’s protective grand array, his face filled with shock as he muttered to himself.

Being able to resolve the task perfectly, deliver the corpse to Iron Lump, satisfy his superiors and the emperor, and smoothly withdraw from the Jin Yi Guards’ treacherous mire to find a promising patron—truly, this was a happy ending for all, and he was utterly satisfied.

As the three departed, a thunderous roar erupted from Sleeping Cool City, followed by a mighty sound wave that became almost tangible as it swept outward.

Caesar cleared his throat and called a few soldiers from outside the tent. Though Caesar had some knowledge of alchemy, he was no expert, but giving instructions on diluting the potion was well within his abilities.

When she left her home, even the servants who once greeted her obsequiously now looked upon her with cold arrogance. Their eyes no longer saw her as the young lady of the house, but as a thief stealing the family’s fortune.

Dian insisted on taking an entire battalion of the Imperial Guard with him. Cai Dao knew this was by imperial decree, but he had never imagined so many would come. Thus, the ship arranged by One-Armed Cai was not large; at best, it could hold thirty or forty people.

In Hong Kong, that great city, Qiu Degen saw opportunity in the countryside. As long as he made money, he would buy land for a song and build theaters. Back then, Tsuen Wan had the cheapest land in all of Hong Kong, only twenty dollars per square foot.

The mines beneath the fortress had sprung to life again. Loads of raw active ore were poured into the crusher, processed by the fortress, and refined into high-purity, tradable active ore.

Dong Jian was not waiting for Xiao Yanan on the road to Osprey Mountain. From Xiu’er, he had learned that Xiao Yanan might go meet someone after work to arrange the purchase of a batch of gambling equipment.

He was Nangong Tianlan, but also the leader of the “Old Ghosts,” destined to unify the continent. He could not afford love, nor any entanglement.

Luo Yichen did not join them for dinner. Muzi had no appetite either. She made an excuse, took her food to go, and returned early. Through the window, she saw Luo Yichen sitting quietly, not exchanging a single word with Shang Qi for over ten minutes. With their backs to her, she could not see their expressions.

Though they were now scattered—some at school, some working—they still gathered from time to time for performances. Not for fame or profit, but for a taste of youth, for the dreams of their younger days.

Li Zhichen led the horse over and said, “Thank you.” Then, holding Xue Qingyun, he mounted, placing her in front while he led the horse on foot.

“Come, Ouyang, try this tea. It’s top-quality Hannis Sanels, a gift from a friend overseas,” Wang Di said, handing the cup to Ouyang.

After leaving the hospital room, Li Zhelong went outside for a smoke. He took drag after drag, mulling over how best to talk with Luo Yichen. After a long while, he flicked away the cigarette and called Luo Yichen on the phone.

After tidying up the battlefield, the group marched north. After cutting down two more Jurchen detachments—over a thousand men—they finally broke through the encirclement. Fearing the heavy Jurchen presence in the south, Yue Fei led them north for a hundred more li before turning south again.