Chapter 273: Laughing Proudly in the Xiangjiang Entertainment Circle

On that afternoon, Cao Sheng read through the posts that book fans had posted on the comment sections of *Divine Tomb* and *Heaven-Earth-Xuan-Huang-Linglong Tower*.

Before reading these posts, he already felt at ease.

Because he believed that admitting Huang Qingya as his girlfriend in front of the media would surely quell the recent storm—what was wrong with kissing his own girlfriend?

So he knew this storm should pass, and the book fans wouldn't have major objections.

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"Zhong Xun was formerly Fu Yin's treasure. As for Fu Yin, we have had no contact with him, so we don't understand him well. But the spirits of all treasures share one trait: they detest fragmented personalities," Zi Xin said solemnly.

"What are you doing here?!" Chu Yunlian looked at the stunning Ye Xia, a flicker of unease crossing her mind.

Amid loud laughter, a trace of bitterness crept onto his face. Gatherings are always brief; though we came to the Underworld to attack it, now that matters are settled and it's time to leave, his heart truly felt reluctant.

"Young Master Liu, could you take her as your disciple? Our Realm Lord, before passing away, hoped you would accept her—her talent should be sufficient, correct?" Mu Jianyun stepped forward to plead.

Interior renovation is also a time-consuming matter; it will still take several months before the renovation is completed.

At first glance, this argument sounded reasonable and well-reasoned, as if every word was spoken for the Ninth Imperial Prince's benefit; the tone and manner were sincerely convincing.

Could this strange man possibly have eyes all over his body? Otherwise, how could Tang Rao always skillfully dodge the countless near-substantial sword illusions?

But these are all matters for later—when Wang Dakai releases the City God and the others, it will count as a service to the Underworld; then I'll find a way to get the City God to recruit Wang Dakai into his ranks, as compensation.

"Dad, my brother and sister-in-law's shares have been returned—should we redistribute them?" Shen Qingcheng's second aunt said.

"No, impossible—what's going on here?" I stared at my grandfather in shock—how could someone with such formidable cultivation be reduced to this state?

Tang Feng's current combat skills are already decent, but he still falls short compared to people like Tang Ning.

"Treasure appraisal successful! Level 40 equipment 'Thunder's Trace' attributes regenerated! Secondary appraisal increased equipment level by ten—equipment requirement upgraded!" Surprisingly, despite a fifty percent mutation probability, no mutation effect occurred this time.

Yao Hua recently partnered with Fang Corporation on a project, located in an abandoned old urban district.

Hearing this, Tang Feng began to understand: the forces that had come to rescue upon receiving Japan's distress signal weren't just Xia Huo and his team, but also American special forces and EU personnel.

Ouyang Feng's lips curled slightly, as if watching his revenge plan inching steadily toward success.

Luo Lun clutched his forehead, eyes tightly shut in pain—he knew, he knew it would turn out like this; it was just medicine, why did it have to become this mess?

Li Yan opened the door quietly, his footsteps making no sound; the male doctor, facing away from Li Yan, didn't notice him.

As the primary deterrent target of this exercise, Huaxia publicly convened an emergency military meeting, and its foreign ministry spokesperson responded to both nations' statements, beginning a familiar war of words.

Grandpa Du desperately wanted to manipulate events from behind the scenes and send her abroad as a spy. As for Du's father—his so-called father—since Lady Du's death, he had continuously volunteered for overseas assignments, leaving him with barely any time at home; how could he have imagined he had a biological heir living outside?

Jian Shi Yun recounted to He Ningxin everything that had happened to Lan Zhaoyi in the palace today.

"Fuck!" the gold-collar man cursed. He then began wiping water off his body with paper. Chang Ge looked apologetic.