Chapter 41: "I Love Our Brave Love" Suddenly Announces Suspension of Filming

Wang Zhuorui joined in the excitement.
Wang Zhuorui was finally led astray by Wang Sisi.
This showed that Wang Zhuorui already had the potential for this; otherwise, it wouldn’t have happened so easily.
Perhaps it was a good thing—since Wang Zhuorui couldn’t sing, dancing could make up for it. Maybe next time, his concert tickets would even sell out.
Adding some dancing was certainly more interesting, but it still seemed unlikely; Wang Zhuorui was playing such a big venue, it wasn’t that easy to sell out.
Fu Zhuang’s heart sank at this outcome, and he restrained his disdain for Ye Lin—was Ye Lin really so formidable?
The cultivators scrambled to defend themselves, suppressing the poison while hastily summoning their flying swords. Those who moved too slowly hadn’t even reached their swords when a sword light flashed past their necks, opening a gaping wound from which blood sprayed. Their spiritual energy drained away, and the bright red blood quickly turned black, carrying a rotten stench.
Terror replaced the expressions on the faces of the two monsters; the aura emanating from Song Zheng gave them a sense of overwhelming threat. But Song Zheng was now a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator—every gesture radiated the rumored power that chilled lower-ranked cultivators to the bone.
“Since we’ve run into you, we might as well join your team,” Jiang Yuxuan said casually.
Unfortunately, even so, it wasn’t enough to cover the losses. It seemed Soul Old Ghost hadn’t been exaggerating; in the next second, his physical body would completely collapse under the strain of the void—then, unexpectedly, something happened.
“Huh, are there golden beetles in the hall too?” Fatty looked down at the hall with a face full of curiosity.
The next day, Su Chen still didn’t go to work, instead staying home to cultivate—a bit of avoidance, perhaps.
“Brother Xuan, you were so cool just now! You’re totally my idol—my admiration for you is like…” Yu Chuxuan slapped Jiang Yuxuan, who was busy flattering him.
“All these corpses have a Gu spider on the seventh vertebra of their necks. Kill it, and the corpses will stop moving,” Yang Fan replied, pulling out a military knife and charging forward first.
He couldn’t completely destroy the Eye of Heaven’s Way—it represented the planet’s own laws. If he destroyed it, the planet itself would be doomed, which wasn’t what he wanted. Besides, Qin Yu still needed to train here.
Because the two immortals had set up a barrier, they sensed the movement beneath Wuyue’s feet in advance. Wuyue, having just completed her Spiral Shuriken, was momentarily distracted, but fortunately the immortals warned her in time.
Her voice was gentle, so gentle—like a spring flowing, like raindrops falling on lotus leaves. For a moment, everyone’s hearts grew quiet.
The Third Hokage, seeing such a bizarre scene, paused with concern, observing Orochimaru’s situation.
I gave another bitter smile; these two were equally matched, but all I could do was smile wryly and hope that the Dragon King didn’t hear their nonsense. If he got angry again, I really wouldn’t have any curses left.
Dealing with a Quickshadow was hard enough; Orochimaru would never let Wuyue summon freely, so he gripped the Kusanagi sword, his movements suddenly snake-like, twisting swiftly as he slid toward Wuyue.
Zhuo Bufan’s face grew even redder, contorted with pain—there was no trace of comfort or satisfaction in the embrace of beauty.
When he reached a hundred meters, Lin Tian was like someone pulled out of water; if his soul hadn’t been used to “enjoying” the long river of time, he would have probably fainted by now.
If the previous chapter was a day of pure mischief, then today, for Wuyue, was unquestionably the most extraordinary day of her life.