Chapter 14: Life Is a Play, and It All Depends on Acting

Not only Leyshuen, but the noble youths originally surrounding Philinsoya were also captivated by her smile. However, seeing that her smile was directed at a stranger they had never seen before, their eyes turned green with envy and anger as they looked at Lin Wei.

Zhao Tianming said to Ye Qiushuang that after a series of events, he no longer wished to stay in this place rife with trouble.

Lorna nodded silently and, upon reaching the laboratory building, turned to part ways with Lin Wei.

Its texture was tough and finely dense, delicate and smooth, with a translucent luster and mottled colors, coming in a wide variety of hues—making it a prime material for jade carving.

With a rumble, the aircraft controlled by Dong Hao was completely engulfed by a swirling dust storm, and the display already showed a warning of imminent crash.

A muffled thud rang out as Shapotian’s single blade flew forth. A second dull thump followed, his neck snapped, and he collapsed to the ground—struck by a heavy staff wielded by Jiang Wei that shattered his cervical vertebrae.

“This is bovid-blood red Akal coral—the finest red coral there is,” Grandpa Zhang remarked.

The demon held the sword in one hand, pointing it at the pale-faced, seated, rotund merchant before him. If that brave gentleman hadn’t pushed him away moments ago, he would surely have been pierced through by now.

After a few loud crashes, several thick tree trunks were felled, and accompanied by shouts, dozens of bandits armed with knives, spears, bows, arrows, and ropes burst forth from the surrounding thickets.

Yet I shamefully was knocked unconscious by a single cannonball, captured by them to be handed over to the Blood Falcon as a trophy or transformed into some kind of alien hunter.

As he spoke, Tu Tian seemed to age suddenly, looking haggard. To have one’s only full sibling casually slaughtered by others—even if it was his troublesome younger brother—such sorrow and despair at times like these was only natural.

“They don’t seek to gain anything from the dead; they want to turn the dead into an invincible army,” Man Zhi replied.

“How do you have the Celestial Wisdom Sword? What is Xuanyuan Yu to you?” Lan Feng halted her assault and asked.

He glanced at the man beside him with a slight apologetic smile. Isn’t this just mealtime? This gentleman had kindly invited this revered figure for a meal, and just upon entering the private room and before discussing anything serious, the call came.

In less than a minute, all the SWAT officers—both injured and uninjured—boarded the vehicles they had arrived in. After Qin Jingrou’s confirmation, the cars departed.

A cold blade flashed suddenly through the darkness, followed by a piercing scream echoing in the air. Several fleeing figures collapsed, their bodies dismembered on the ground.

It was July 22, 2036—my eighth birthday. Since I could remember, every year on my birthday, my parents would take me to an amusement park, where we would play for the whole day.

My sole mission now was to win the Holy Grail War, obtain the Grail, and have my wish fulfilled. Everything else would have to wait.

The Celestial Wisdom Sword trembled slightly. Yin Ling was already prepared, gripping the sword tightly with her right hand, trying to steady its movement. She stared at it intently, not blinking, as if admiring a rare masterpiece that might vanish with a single glance away.

“Because I love her, I will not let her endure the pain I have suffered.” Lifting the wine jug, Hong Yan took a long gulp.

Though the two elderly Wu clan warriors were mentally impaired, their instinct to fight had not disappeared—in fact, it seemed even stronger.

Yang Qing’er was such a person; when wronged here, she would take it out on others elsewhere. Of course, she never vented on innocent people. When she saw something displeasing, she would interfere and beat up others—often hitting the wrong targets due to not knowing the full story.

The man in the strong outfit seemed to sense Feng Shisilang’s arrival. Suddenly, he opened his tightly shut eyes, releasing an overwhelming pressure. It was believed that he was a remnant soul left behind by the creator of the Ninefold Tiger Strength technique.

Just as Mo Qingyan was about to act, a sudden familiarity washed over her. Seconds later, her eyes shone brightly as she revealed an incredibly sweet smile.

In a nondescript courtyard within the alley, two beautiful figures sat at a stone table beneath an osmanthus tree, chatting with each other.

After hearing this, Wang Hao clenched his right fist in frustration, realizing how foolish his behavior had been.

Upon hearing Elder Chu’s words, the tentacle creature hovering overhead hesitated. Clearly, it understood that if Elder Chu intervened, it would gain nothing.

From this perspective, it was evident that those few lacked the combat quality to be on the same level as Master Ye.

Originally intending to make Su Nan suffer a defeat, Wang Genji was once again slapped in the face—leaving him deeply exasperated.

On the podium, under the hosting of Young Master Tian, Meng Ke sat on the debate side, flanked by Tian’s two bodyguards and several guards from the Jixia Academy. Zhuangzi, Yang Qing’er, and Rong’er sat opposite. Tian, as moderator, took the head seat.

Huang Zhicheng felt wronged immediately. It was clearly Jiang Song who made the final decision—why blame him? The men Jiang brought were still loyal to him.

The imperial palace was not large, but visitors couldn’t enter the inner chambers. So tourists usually toured the outer grounds, including the Outer Garden, East Imperial Garden, and the Northern Flower Park, which were separated from the inner palace by a moat.

Seeing Chen Yun walk away, Captain Miao breathed a sigh of relief. Today had truly been frightening; his entire back was soaked with cold sweat.

Lin Chen took a deep breath. Making a promise was easy, but fulfilling it was not always so. Sometimes, one might spend a lifetime trying without success.

Perhaps sensing Liu Shisan’s emotional shift, Aote suddenly emitted low growls, its lips trembling continuously, revealing sharp teeth.

Those who had been surprised that Kazetada truly changed so much, like Maehara Yoto and others, habitually stepped aside to let Kazetada pass. However, this time their fear of him had significantly lessened.