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

The promotional campaign for "Heroic Bloodshed" was bustling with voices, thriving and fiery.

Yang Bo, the site administrator of "Movie Home," arrived with a new assistant, carrying a camera and frantically pushing through the crowd outside the "Heroic Bloodshed" promotional booth, 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 "The Tiaoren : 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 and Swap Position” followed by “Falling Leaves Whisper.”

But his father was born into lowly status, so his mother, the Empress, rarely came to see them. He had once asked his father whether it was because the Empress disliked them that she never visited.

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

Zhang Daqing ordered all brokerage branches to manage investor sentiment carefully; while market conditions were beyond their control, they must elevate their service standards and serve investors better.

“Mom! Mom!” I cried out instinctively, my chest aching in wave after wave of grief; I felt my face soaked with tears, wanted to reach up and wipe them, 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—he knew they were slandering them.

Duan’s action startled the others; they had followed him for years—when had they ever seen him raise a toast to someone else?

“Then, where’s my gear?” After seeing Elesha’s equipment, Loki looked equally eager.

Chaos! More chaos!! Fires blazed across the Han Empire. It was just the beginning of the fifth year of Zhongping. The Yellow Turban uprising, which had once swept the nation, flared up again—remnant forces rose in rebellion, their momentum reviving.

“Meijuan, don’t speak 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.” Heao Xin’s cheeks blushed crimson, 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 fiery radiance.

“This jade pendant will make you appear to have Late Qi Condensation cultivation—it’s low, but at least it looks more normal than a mere mortal. By the way, you need to change out of those clothes.” She rummaged out a simple spiritual artifact robe.

This mattered deeply—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 miserable. 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.

Sunrise brings hope—it’s not meant to trap people in one place. Li Mo gazed across the sea, where his younger brother waited.

Li Qiang had never truly seen a waterfall—that was his regret. Yet he’d seen many on TV and in promotional clips; now, standing before one, he excitedly cupped a trickle of water and eagerly washed his face.