Chapter 463: People Fear Fame, Pigs Fear Fatness! Lin Mo

【Ding! You have entered the Sword Arena and inherited your previous season rank: New Talent Rank (10 points).】

As the system notification sounded, Lin Mo returned to this familiar ink-wash fighting platform.

Looking down, he saw row upon row of ink-wash platforms, while the battle record stele still stood below, continuously updating the names of cultivators on winning streaks.

Occasionally, he spotted rare twenty-win or thirty-win streaks, but the top-ranked fifty-win record seemed unchanged.

She quickly sat up on the bed, leaning against the headboard, smiling at the visitor. After all, the old lady was the greatest—she understood this principle well.

But the smile never formed; tears rolled down instead. She turned on the shower, letting hot water cascade over her, tilting her face upward so the stream washed over her cheeks—then, even if she cried, she wouldn’t know it.

After all, the “Supreme Mirror” was in Wang Zhan’s hands, and many of its functions were beyond his current strength to unlock or even perceive.

“Are you alright?” A remarkably pleasant voice suddenly sounded after he had walked through countless corridors.

“Hehe, thank you for your concern, Deputy Cheng. Your humble servant is perfectly well.” Wang Wei spoke with extreme humility; his former celebrity aura had vanished entirely.

“No matter who they are, what I cherish, I will not let others take. Under no circumstance will anyone snatch Hui Cai away from me!” Han Zaicheng declared forcefully.

The idea sounded good, but it was impossible—especially now. The continent appeared calm, but it was merely the stillness before the storm.

How could he die? How could he? His limbs and bones felt utterly drained of strength. Instantly, Han Miaomiao staggered. Fortunately, Lei Yunyang caught her from behind. His own face darkened with fury, teeth clenched in rage.

Chen Zimo returned to his bedroom, his mind unsettled. He wasn’t foolish—he understood Mu Zhen’s gesture, but it filled him with dread. Instinctively, he resisted it; now, even staying in this house felt like a betrayal of Manjia.

The veteran detective gripped his fists tightly, restraining his urge to beat Yu Qia, and also holding his own moral line—Yu Qia shrank even further in fear.

Moreover, Bubu knew why the sand had leaked from the third floor, and she also knew that Yun Yeyao’s deduction was only half correct—the other half remained hidden in her heart, making her hesitate whether to finally help the Actor one last time, as a good deed to atone for the harm she caused Shu Xue.

“F*** you! You’ve got someone backing you up? You’re nothing but my cousin’s dog!” Hu Jun stood with hands on hips, utterly arrogant.

“Nonsense! That’s clearly my classmate’s sister—don’t go spreading rumors.” Xu Wei glared at Mo Jing, but his heart skipped a beat. Recalling Wang Qingxue’s recent behavior, he began to believe Mo Jing’s words—could this girl really like me?

Hearing no reply from Sheng Ruosi, Xiao Yunqi remained expressionless, showing no anger, calmly separating the several strategy guides.

“Isn’t it true that the more people, the better the sales, soldier?” Lin Youxue was thoroughly confused by Wang Bing.

Throughout, Qian Nai had no idea what was being said, but since Er Zhouzhu had agreed, she would agree too—it probably wouldn’t be harmful, right?

After leaving Kai Rui’s villa, Gu Xiran sat in the car, watching the scenery blur past the window, finally allowing a faint smile to appear on her face, her heart growing noticeably lighter.

But he had also made up his mind: even if this was merely the admiration of a junior for a senior, he had confidence he could guide her feelings into the kind he desired. As for societal norms, moral codes… he had confidence he would never let those ugly words reach her ears.