061 Why Did He Refuse Her

It was not until a year later that Qu Wan learned Jiang Zeyu had been chosen by a director to star in a film.

Jiang Zeyu’s first movie was an art film. The director cast him as the male lead despite his complete lack of acting experience, giving him the most important role. For a time, the internet was flooded with criticism. In fact, the film did not perform well. Jiang Zeyu poured his heart into interpreting the character as best he could.

Art films, by their nature, lack a broad audience; many viewers failed to understand it and placed all the blame on Jiang Zeyu. At that time, everyone was berating him—even his fellow cast members insinuated that he only got the role through connections. Only the director consistently spoke up in his defense.

After a stick of incense’s time, Qin Yang slaughtered all the blood-red phantoms, endured the tribulations of the void, and the laws of the Dao within him thickened to the size of a thumb. The law shimmered briefly, then disappeared into his flesh and soul.

Among those who had left earlier, some had done so for precisely this reason. The opportunity was gone; who knew when the master would next take on a direct disciple? Those with other prospects refused to waste their time here. Those who stayed were not without doubts in their hearts.

“Master, I’ll sit in the back,” said the Battle Saint Monkey, opening the rear door and taking his seat.

Until more was discovered, this guess remained the most plausible. Practitioners rarely allowed others to approach them easily, and Elder Lu had no other acquaintances in the Liushan area. He did not yet know that the real Lin Yan had long since perished. Li Fulin glanced at Mo Chen, realizing he had not told his junior the full truth, and felt a wave of relief.

“Heaven-defying Holy Sword, Earth Sword Devours the Moon!” Nie Tian, suspended in midair, slashed wildly with his sword. Wherever the blade’s shadow swept, a bloody light followed.

This young man seemed to possess a unique charm that made them reassess their previous opinions.

Under Qin Huaiyuan’s penetrating gaze, Lu Heng’s well-hidden thoughts were laid bare. In his view, it made no difference where he went. Over the past year, he had visited Northern Mansion City in the far north, witnessing its perpetual snows and cold severity. He had also been to Tianjian City, a place of unending blossoms and verdant shade beneath the blazing sun.

Fortunately, though he dared not claim to have greatly aided the Northern Army, after several campaigns on the battlefield, he was grateful to have met Chen Jing and the band of brothers who would share life and death with him.

Some inside the house did not even have time to scream before their lives were extinguished by suffocating energy.

Seeing Chen Yu busy coaxing his wife, Li Ke laughed heartily and took his leave. Chen Yu, forced to use every trick he knew—jokes, songs, and more—finally managed to soothe the two princesses.

The fox demon looked at the familiar white fox before him in confusion, then lowered his head to examine himself.

Meng Tian’s expression was grave as he gazed at the advancing army in the distance; his eyes gleamed coldly and an imposing, chilling aura radiated from him. He slowly raised his right hand.

“I find the security chief rather suspicious. By rights, he shouldn’t still be on duty at this hour,” Li Shanda, ever sensitive to danger, spoke while keeping a sharp eye on his surroundings.

The phone in Xia Fei’s back pocket vibrated repeatedly. She had to remove her gloves and fish it out; several messages from “Dog” appeared on her lock screen—her nickname for Xiang Jun after adding him on WeChat today.

When Brother Rong suddenly heard a strange noise from his stomach, he remembered something and broke the awkward silence.

He shivered with a certain rhythm, but relying on shivering for warmth was ultimately nothing but a joke and a futile struggle.

After all, during the previous disaster, the worst casualties had been among the martial arts club members who went to the competition as supporters.

Everyone knew Xiao Yu loved Gu Lianyue, but in this moment, Xiao Yu himself felt uncertain—did he truly love her?

“This fellow is truly fierce…” the blue ox, with the Vajra Bracelet on his head, transformed into a white streak of light, covering a circle of five meters around him. The elements of earth, fire, wind, and water, shaped by chaotic primordial energy, raged on all sides but could not harm him in the slightest. Now, with Yuan Hong no longer holding him back, his departure was effortless.