Chapter 75: The First Battle! Victory! (First Chapter)

“Dad, have you notified all the relatives and friends by phone?”

“Notified them?”

“Good!”

“Anyone else? Yes, get them to join too…”

“This isn’t piracy—it’s legitimate, legitimate, yes, legitimate… From now on, I’ve registered a company!”

“Yes, I’ve registered a company called [Xu Digital Entertainment]. From now on, Dad, Mom, you don’t have to hide it anymore—tell him…”

A person has three souls and seven spirits, but these can be separated from the self; one soul and one spirit can be “entrusted” to another person, yet entrusting them is like signing a contract of servitude—lifetime loyalty is required, unless that person returns the soul and spirit to you.

Chen Yang corrected Liu Husheng’s address for him; though Liu Husheng’s strength was mediocre, Chen Yang held high regard for his character.

Instead, he pulled out a cigar from his chest—not to smoke it himself, but to offer it to Ye Mo.

“Yes, disciple pays homage to the Master,” Fu Yue, quick-witted, bowed again; the ceremony ended with Master Zhuo De’s satisfied smile. She then drew her flying sword and rode it into the depths of Wuya Mountain.

Before anyone could react, Mu Lingtian turned coldly away, took two steps back, mounted his horse, scanned the crowd, deliberately glanced at Xiao Ruyun, then calmly tugged the reins.

Running then stopping, Wu Yi had carried Tang Wanting for over half an hour; his internal Qi grew chaotic, his breathing heavy.

According to the company, this is called “scarcity marketing”—first stir up the fans’ emotions, then announce at the right moment that Loen will handle the Shadow album, drawing attention while making long-waiting fans willingly open their wallets—a perfect two-for-one.

As a disciple, a servant of the Lord, how dare you make the Divine Son wait for you—just because you need to sleep? Though reasonable, with deliberate promotion, Prince Feng will still face unnecessary trouble.

But Ye Mo’s head was protected so thoroughly that, aside from the unbearable pain of countless stabs piercing his body, death… was still out of reach.

In his past life, he dominated the business world—how many schemes, deceptions, and tricks had he seen? With his experience, he saw through the other’s disguise instantly.

“This needling technique looks like a formation?” Liu Lang flipped through two pages and asked. The so-called Heavenly Gang Thirty-Six Needles always targets thirty-six acupoints on the patient, inserting thirty-six silver needles—but the specific points and insertion order vary depending on the illness.

Only the cunning Zhou Yi sensed something wrong: in his view, Xuan Yuan Hong shouldn’t retreat now—he should’ve left long ago, or killed him and left. This timing was wrong; either his mind was faulty, or there was a massive variable at play.

The ordinary uncle remained silent, his gaze still tracking You Cai’s movements, as if he hadn’t heard Shou Hou’s interjection.

Su Jiangchen regained his freedom, but he did not leave—he remained hidden nearby, waiting to strike. What was his goal?

Even if what he was about to show had nothing to do with his ancestors, he still had to be himself. A person must grow up—on certain matters, no one else can help you.

Xia Bing’s face instantly flushed with fury; others also glared angrily, hands already on their weapons, ready to strike.

On You Cai’s side, under Ai Lianhua’s relentless pressure, Chaotian Que finally succeeded once, freezing the Fox King in place.

“Since you suspect me, I’ll be honest with you. You guessed right—I set a trap for Xu Da. Unfortunately, Xu Da was too confident—he thought only he could trap others, never that others could trap him. Sigh! His confidence destroyed him.” I said smugly.