Chapter 448: Chu Wange Enters the Rankings! The Third Destiny Star!

And at that moment, a clear system notification echoed in his ears:

【Ding! The Dragon’s Total Rankings have changed. Congratulations, Chu Wange, on your first entry! Rank: 901】

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“Whoa~ So she jumped up 900 spots?”

“She’s ranked higher than Chu Qingyun, only behind Zhu Zi Shun!”

“This is insane!”

“…”

The sword attendants nearby couldn’t help but whisper among themselves.

Yet having watched the match, they felt

The internet age had long arrived—why did IKU Net spend billions of RMB annually and still meticulously run this event? Why did Lan Yin Pictures poured out so much money every year to fund outstanding directors to make films? Was it truly just to provide job opportunities for students of film and art academies?

“I’m hungry and exhausted. We’ll rest here tonight and continue tomorrow.” As if giving orders to a servant, Hu Ling placed a fragrant silk handkerchief on a green stone, then sat down with elegant poise.

“…” Hearing Gong Young Master’s words, An Zhicheng fell silent. Though he wasn’t a romantic genius himself, compared to Gong Young Master, An Zhicheng felt he was countless levels above him.

At that moment, Li Yun’s right hand slashed again with Dragon Fang; a pure golden internal force shot through the dagger, instantly severing the invisible ropes binding him.

“Two Ancestors, Lord Bai, I’m sorry I’m late! Why aren’t you inside? Waiting for Master Chongming and Master Hanbing?” Li Yun stepped forward, greeting familiar faces with a smile, all traces of worry vanished from his eyes.

Though his physical condition was dire, Li Yun dared not pause a moment—“I must reach the pre-arranged array quickly, or I won’t get a chance to catch my breath.” His plan was sound, but reality shattered it.

“Walk with me.” Mei Zi naturally slipped her arm through the one holding the umbrella.

Suppressing the joy in his heart, Li Yun reminded himself to stay calm. Then his spiritual sense entered the orange mist. The mist now obeyed his spiritual sense completely and no longer merged into it—he only needed to wait patiently for his spiritual sense to recover.

On the way back, I happened to see Bancao Cheng Shuai walking in through the gate—he was still looking around for us, so I led him over along the way.

Upon hearing Jinniang’s words, the Princess Consort’s expression changed slightly. Just as she was about to speak, Leng Huating, who had been sipping tea not far from Lady Liu, suddenly flung his hot tea directly at her.

With the affairs at Huangshan Fortress largely settled, Nie Kong headed straight for the fortress’s teleportation array. The equestrian archery competition had wasted half a day—he should have had many tasks awaiting him.

Ling Hanshu nodded: “Go in. I’ll go buy groceries!” Then she turned and walked off, bag in hand.

“Is it the Flute Demon King?” Because Zhang Wutian had spoiled it earlier, Sun Wukong couldn’t help but link the two.

Still, Qian Ze caught a glimpse of the boy sitting in the front row, cold and radiating a chilling aura, through Ye Xi’s peripheral vision.

At this moment, if viewed from a distant macro perspective, the [Gate of Time and Space] would reveal that among the total of 999 swirling, intertwined pale purple giant “flowers,” one petal of purple glowed with exceptional brightness.

The dock was not close to Xi Tianling’s home, but for Xi Tianling, who possessed the Xuanyou Technique, that distance was as near as if right before his eyes.

Without disturbing Chen Yuru, Luo Yan quietly wandered with Ah Quan and his servant through Lantian, then left.

Qian Yi entered the grand hall and bowed to the Emperor. Ling Ji was seated inside as well. Seeing the Crown Prince return first to pay homage, she secretly worried whether Qian Ze had met with some accident.