Chapter 94: A Million Vocal Coaches (Requesting Monthly Votes)

Qi Hao felt humiliated.

There’s more to that remark than meets the ear.

He must be jealous of how many gossip partners I have—maybe one of his favorite actresses has been linked to me.

Still, Jin Dazhou is an interesting fellow.

Talking with him was quite pleasant.

Probably anyone who’s been out in the world has a silver tongue.

“This is our first recording—I need to test your vocal range first before assigning you a vocal coach.”

“Enough talking—he’s already far away!” Yuan Tian Gang said coldly. In truth, though he acted tough, he had trained Xiang Yu in martial arts for nearly a month. And to save Xiang Yu, he had once spent a considerable amount of his own cultivation.

“A base combat value of 120 is already on the level of a god. If the laws of the cosmos are activated, everyone’s combat value will be forcibly reduced to 110!” the guide said.

At that moment, a furious voice rang out from the Heavy Gravity Holy Sect: “Who dares kill my younger brother, the Elder of Tianyan? I, the Sect Master, will fight him to the death!”

Chen Feng shouted toward the sky, then returned to reality—he opened his eyes to find Ma Sihui gone, her white jade lotus seat vanished too, as if it had all been a game, a dream.

Li Qingfeng stamped his foot on the ground, his body transforming into a whirlwind that instantly appeared before the dozen cultivators.

Blood sprayed as Xie Wuji narrowly avoided a severed neck, but the white shadow bit down on his shoulder, tearing off a large chunk of flesh and exposing the pale white shoulder blade.

“This bastard brings war wherever he appears. Now that he’s dead, the war must be nearing its end!” Kratos casually tossed Ares’s head aside, then unleashed a ball of flame from his palm to burn the corpse.

But at the time, circumstances left him no choice—he acted to save him—so his wife chose to sacrifice herself. Later, during the restoration of the kingdom, Horus understood her plight.

Dai Na and the others all wore expressions of confusion, utterly unable to grasp what Xie Wuji meant; they all followed his gaze toward Huo Tianhao.

Andreas’s words had grown impossibly arrogant, yet his tone remained calm, betraying no trace of pride—leaving viewers watching the live stream with an inexplicable feeling.

Qing Xiao swept in, wrapped in cold air, making Zhao Mingyue suspect he’d been lurking outside the door, eavesdropping all along.

“Ever since I got those silver coins from Yun Village, I’ve been thinking about this. Letting them sit idle is pointless—why not use them for something? Besides, we’re not short on money. With the floods in Qingzhou, let’s start here.” An Mier suggested.

“Go find a painter.” Wei Jing suddenly ordered. Since they wouldn’t let her have peace, she’d stir the mud—no one would get away unscathed.

The next day, unexpectedly, a disciple from the Purple Light Domain came to visit, delivering a wedding invitation. The invitation was addressed to all five of them—and the seal at the bottom bore the imprint of the Purple Light Divine Emperor.

But in recent years, under Su Ting’s tutelage, she had become like a pristine sheet of paper stained with color—Su Ting was very satisfied with the current Qiu Long’er.

The most striking item was a scroll; An Mier’s heart pounded, a suspicion forming in her mind.

Kindness? His kindness’s greatest advantage is that when he gets hurt, he won’t kick you out.

The Su household was steeped in celebration and tension; Ling Shi waited daily at the window, pacing anxiously inside, constantly watching for movement outside the door.

“Come along—it’s right on campus, very close,” Gu Rugui understood her concern and smiled as he explained.

She opened the door, thinking this—Mo Yitian had a slight aversion to dirt; the bedding needed to be changed and washed every day—that was her first task each morning.