Chapter 428: The Actress

“Three, two, one!!!”

“Ooo~~~”

As the crew erupted in cheers, the top layer of the three-tier cake beside the buffet table was swiftly removed, revealing beneath it the words “Liu Shishi, Yuan Hong, Happy Wrap-Up” in colorful letters.

Seeing the multicolored text, Liu Shishi nearly burst into tears.

For her,

this was the first time she had so fully immersed herself in a role, the first time she had so deeply lived through a character’s joys and sorrows.

This outcome truly caught Lan Qian off guard; moreover, the Xuhan Sect was sharp and decisive enough to sense something was wrong and immediately withdrew entirely—offering no explanation, offering no resistance—clearly indicating their sect leader was no ordinary figure.

“How is it?” Feng Yufei stepped up to Wu Shuang, not even glancing at Shangguan Honglie, asking only calmly.

Long Qi paused, wondering what he could possibly do so early in the morning. After a brief thought, he remembered some matters needing attention, smiled at Long Huangcheng, said he had something to attend to, and walked out the front gate of the Long family compound.

After chatting with Jian Wuchen for a long while, Jian Wuchen glanced at Bai Susu and Liu Bing, realizing Ji Yun still had much to handle, so he didn’t intrude further—only told Ji Yun to come to the main hall once all matters were settled. Ji Yun nodded in agreement.

The first to arrive was a burly middle-aged man, in his early thirties, wearing a faded gray hemp robe with slight tears, bushy eyebrows, large eyes, a high nose, broad mouth, a square, rugged face weathered by time, and an aura of commanding presence as he surveyed his surroundings.

Most of today’s guests were close friends and family, with some being colleagues of Liu Chengshuang and the two Liu brothers.

“Ghost King” Xu Ruowu suddenly felt as if a primordial beast had locked onto him—he was inwardly startled, never expecting Zhang Yuchu’s martial progress to be this swift, stronger by more than double compared to five years ago.

Studying the arts is always expensive; although Ji Quan’s sister Ji Xuan was frugal, the tuition fees were too high, which is why Ji Quan still hasn’t married.

“Wu Fan! If you don’t get up here, don’t blame me for being uncivil!” Lin Yutong was on the verge of losing her temper.

Filled with eager anticipation, Lan Qian, with Wu Ling’s aid, began absorbing the primordial essence left behind by the Demon Emperor’s body. A flame appeared on Lan Qian’s forehead—pure red, yet he felt not the slightest heat; such mastery over fire was far more refined than his own Flame Emperor Fire.

“What’s this?” Yang Lin didn’t understand Li Anqi’s ability. In his view, Li Anqi’s talent was better suited for a circus magic act—she’d be wildly popular there.

Bushnell was unquestionably a hardcore gaming enthusiast; even at age seventy-two, he never stopped making games. At seventy-two, he pursued merging electronic games with education, trying to make academic learning as engaging as video games.

He had originally planned to use Yu Jian’s men to suppress any resistance, but now it seemed he’d saved himself some trouble.

In an instant, heaven and earth returned to clarity, as if nothing had just occurred.

“The third?” Tulande’s mind hadn’t resumed normal function—he still struggled to think. “Hey! Tulande!” A cheerful voice rang out as a bald man leapt into his line of sight.

Before meeting Yang Zhuping, Zhang Chen called Xiao Lele and told her to sell all stocks in his brokerage account.

He smiled knowingly, spat the candy out of his mouth, wrapped it in foil, then activated the “Psychokinesis” module to ignite it.

Zhao Kang was baffled, because he noticed the surrounding players were all looking at him with pitying eyes—as if he were already a dead man.

He did not know that the Seven-Night Demon Lord had come to this land solely because of Ye Zixuan, with little to do with the Wuji Sect.