Chapter 317: Leave Me Some Room to Shine

This is hard to pull off—if you succeed, it’s luck; if you fail, there’s nothing to be done.

Qi Hao had no choice—he and An Feng were hired by Weibo at great expense.

An Feng and Qi Hao regularly promote movies and commercial projects, and Weibo boosts their visibility constantly.

When new users register, they are first recommended to follow Qi Hao and An Feng.

Their follower counts on Weibo lead by a massive margin.

The combined followers of ranks three through ten still can’t match them.

Li Song looked up at the Chaos Bell floating above Xuanmu Island, listening to its tolls, and gradually regained clarity.

Buddhism had yet to firmly establish itself in the Eastern Court when internal strife arose. With no other option, the Buddha traveled east to persuade the Jade Emperor, ruler of Heaven, for aid.

Everyone turned to Ye Zhen, smirking, waiting for the show—everyone knew Ye Zhen was uneducated, and with Ye Mei’s brilliance already before them, no matter how hard Ye Zhen painted, she could never impress Princess Luxiang and the others; instead, she’d only be compared to Ye Mei and become yet another laughingstock, her reputation sinking further.

Zhao Pu thought Li Song had two possible moves with his red pieces: one, “Chariot 5 retreats 1,” capturing the black minister and seizing a black piece; two, “Cannon 9 retreats 1,” feigning retreat to gain momentum. Judging by the current position, both moves had their pros and cons.

Yuan Hong sneered slightly—this was better. It seemed he had long overestimated the sages’ power; the Queen Mother of the West was right: even sages were not invincible.

Soon after, the Ten Heavenly Lords of Jin’ao Island from the Eastern Sea arrived for camaraderie; Yu Yuan of Penglai Island came seeking vengeance for his disciple’s death; others like Qiu Yin, Ma Shan, Wen Liang, Bai Xianzhong, Ji Kang, and Sun He also came to join—all enlightened sages from the Three Mountains and Five Ranges.

His primary cultivation of the supreme Buddhist miracle had quelled most of his murderous intent, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t act.

“Is the higher authority forcing Xikou Village to implement household contracting, ending the collective system?” Xiao Han had already guessed what was happening.

“Heh, Paro isn’t dead yet—I, Qianxian, wouldn’t dare leave before him.” Qianxian was exceedingly refined.

Due to the number of disciples having reached its full quota according to celestial cycles, no new disciples were being accepted—though recorded disciples were exempt.

Mu Yi smiled but said nothing. If once he might have been tempted by such spiritual objects, now he felt absolutely nothing—let alone that he had just acquired the Ice Pearl, one of the supreme spiritual artifacts in heaven and earth.

“Nice job! Hey, Qisha, done talking? Get over here—the passage is found, we’re leaving.” Hearing Qiantianzhu’s shout, I quickly reached his position, glancing wearily at Qisha still giving his speech, and called out to him.

At dawn the next day, in the Gao Shan Town Administrative Hall, Zhao Ming had just risen after a restless night of anxiety over Gan Wei’s refusal to attend the banquet, when a broad-shouldered, muscular Tianlang cavalryman arrived at his courtyard to invite him.

After switching sides again with Ouyang, I launched a furious assault immediately, giving the Demon Eye no time to react—Dark Blood Curse, Demon Explosion, Blood Sea, Blood Dance—all powerful skills, determined to maximize damage before any debuffs could land on me.

He saw Leicas standing there, utterly focused on something, and instinctively assumed another emergency had arisen.

Han Yue also spotted him. Though Xiao Yan now wore a half-face mask, they still recognized him—by the demon sword in his hand.

The massive display startled the farmers working in the fields; they looked up, then each face lit with pride as they said.