Chapter 81: Damn, I Got Scammed! (First Update)

The promotional campaign for "Hero's Original Color" was bustling with voices, fiery and intense.

Yang Bo, the site administrator of "Movie Home," arrived with his new assistant, carrying a camera and frantically pushing through the crowd outside the "Hero's Original Color" promotional page, desperate for any fresh news about the film.

August 2003.

As the total registered users of the "Movie Home" website surged past 60,000 thanks to the film "Zhengban Tiao Ren: Reboot"...

After finishing dinner, Xu Yang finally had a moment of free time; he quickly returned to his room, confirmed no one was watching him, then slipped out through the window.

Xu Yang had been waiting for this move—he wasn't unfamiliar with the Storm Blade Technique; he'd simply never shown it. Under these circumstances, if it were him, he'd use "Shift Form, Swap Position" followed by "Falling Leaves Whisper."

But his father was born of lowly origins, so the Empress rarely visited them. He had once asked his father whether it was because the Empress disliked them that she never came.

Her cloud-like hair, slightly tidied earlier by Wei Lan, hung loosely over her shoulders, revealing a fair forehead.

Zhang Daqing ordered all brokerage branches to soothe investor sentiment: the market downturn was beyond their control, but in service, they must raise their standards and serve investors well.

"Mom! Mom!" I cried out instinctively, grief crashing over my chest in waves; I felt my face soaked, wanted to reach up and wipe it, but found I couldn't even move my body.

Mu Qingyan realized he had misunderstood her; his face flushed red as he lowered his head. Though he sighed in relief, a faint disappointment lingered in his heart—he didn't know why.

"You Orientals! What are you talking about?" Franklin guessed the meaning of their words and knew they were slandering them.

Duan Ye's action startled the others—they had followed him for years and had never seen him raise a toast to anyone before.

"Then, where's my gear?" After seeing Elesha's equipment, Loki looked equally eager.

Chaos! Again chaos!! Fires blazed across the Han Empire. It was just the beginning of the fifth year of Zhongping. The Yellow Turban fires, which had once swept the nation, flared up once more; remnants rose in rebellion, their momentum reviving.

"Mei Juan, don't talk nonsense. I'm just friends with Yao Yang—he's Hao Meng's adoptive father. Saying 'my man' like that will only cause others to misunderstand Yao Yang." Hao Xin's face turned bright red, like a ripe apple.

Upon closer inspection, he discovered these sources of heat originated from major acupoints across his body; these points glowed and burned like countless stars scattered across the sky, igniting the air with firelight.

"This jade pendant will make you appear to have Late Qi Condensation cultivation—low, but better than looking like an ordinary mortal. By the way, you need to change out of those clothes." She rummaged out a simple spiritual artifact robe.

This mattered greatly—his own son didn't call him "Daddy," but called Ding Yao Yang "Daddy." It grated on him.

Zhan Hongying's enthusiasm was crushed; naturally, she felt terrible. Disappointment churned inside her, and her smile vanished.

But the Xiongnu were no longer under Qiangqu's control; as soon as Qiangqu announced his surrender, he faced opposition from the largest tribe, the Tu'gu Hu, led by Xubu Gudu Hou.

Those exiting the hall whispered among themselves or dispersed; one man, holding a Spatial Jade Pendant, approached Liang Ye and Shen.

The rising sun brings hope—it does not trap people in one place. Li Mo gazed toward the other side of the sea, where his younger brother was.

Li Qiang had never truly seen a waterfall—that was his regret. But he'd seen many on TV and in promotional materials; now, right before his eyes, he excitedly cupped a trickle of water and eagerly washed his face.