Chapter 183

That night.

In Huizhou, Cao Sheng browsed the reviews for his novel *Shen Mu*, reading others' reactions to his performance on the *Speak Truth* segment.

He found it slightly disappointing that few posts discussed his final words on the show; the reviews he saw read like this:

"Every time I see Ah Hui's face, I feel heaven is utterly unfair! He's practically heaven's own son! Not only does he write novels this well, he's also this handsome! Compared to him,

Zhuangzi said nothing, entered inner observation, and began testing the range of his inner vision—how far could he see inside?

"Unconditional surrender is their only path. For now, use Jiang Cheng as your base to reorganize the legion." Zhang Zhen watched Li Feng through the smoke, his head bowed, unable to meet his gaze; sometimes, fear was indeed the most effective means of control.

Village Chief Cao issued a death order and immediately set out to pursue the deserters. Village Chief Cao moved swiftly, climbing ten meters high with handholds and foot grips in seconds. The dragon egg's allure kept his energy high. Soon, he left his men far behind, but the higher he climbed, the more uneasy he felt.

The nine types of celestial qi accumulated increasingly, until in an instant they replaced the strong winds with streams of spiritual energy; within Feng Shisanlang's room, nine winding, semi-spiraling streams of celestial qi converged upon the Crimson Divine Cauldron.

He turned and walked to the door, waved his hand, and the bamboo flute floating in midair, still playing the Kangding Love Song, flew automatically into his grasp.

Working here was nothing like on ordinary fishing boats with grueling labor; fishing relied heavily on machinery. Human effort was merely auxiliary, limited to operating control panels, while all heavy physical work was handled by machines.

Zhuangzi felt he could still streamline his sermons—cut unnecessary introductions and extraneous examples. He should use examples so clear that listeners understood at once, and minimize repetitive explanations. Also! He needed more interaction, more time to answer the audience's questions.

When An Youxi entered the bath, the cool spring water's chill stung her skin, sharpening her clarity; suddenly, with her mind utterly clear, she began to cry.

Zhuangzi added, "Since I've saved you, I won't kill you—I want to save you. Understand? All that talk about killing you? That was just to scare you, to intimidate you, to remind you. Understand?"

Thus, Xue Jingwu naturally realized the tide had turned—she could not resist it, and she gave up all hope of the mortal capital, remaining silent and no longer offering advice.

It was daytime, the sun blazing high; the moon was invisible, but at least they now had direction. The problem was: how to get up there?

You Si shook her head; Bi Yu cared nothing for the honor of being a Princess. The position she desired, given the current situation, was likely as impossible as climbing to heaven.

Feeling Luo Chenxi's burning gaze, as if piercing through her skull, Tian Ya looked troubled—but when she met Luo Chenxi's gentle, watery eyes, she sighed. What had she done wrong?

So powerful, truly so powerful—his combat power differed by barely ten thousand points, yet his gap with Uchiha Madara was so vast.

Only during this period did I truly understand the Bai family's methods. When Chu Yi was investigated, all suspicion against me vanished completely. I didn't even know how he did it—how he made Chu Yi enter custody without ever naming me.

"Savior" this, "Savior" that—Hao Nan felt slightly irritated; he'd rather be called by name outright.

This young man, though gifted beyond measure, had reached the Central Heavenly Master level at such a young age—anywhere, in any great clan or powerful faction, he would be considered a prodigy.