Chapter 798: Old Master Zhou Has Arrived—the Chinese Music Scene Is About to Know Peace

After eating and drinking his fill, Gu Chengfeng happened to receive a call from his own father and, quite helplessly, said goodbye to the two of them and left.

Whether it was Dean Furande or Yang Ming and the others, they were all proud and arrogant people—how could they possibly endure such an insult from the other side?

"I am the person in this world you least need to beg." Whether this was the unspoken understanding of a former married couple, or because Li Yu needed to find an excuse in his heart to forgive her—in any case, just as Zhixi was thinking this sentence, the same sentence was circling unceasingly in Li Yu's mind.

It was just that the emotions in that glance were too many, and it lasted only an instant, leaving her no time to analyze the feelings within.

"Tell me about it. Once it's said, all those troublesome matters will drift in like clouds and drift away again—light as they come, light as they go. They can't take me with them; instead, it's the clouds I've taken away." Yun Cai cracked a joke to lighten the mood.

The waiter had already brought a cup of tea. Shopkeeper Qi stepped in ahead of her, took the tea bowl, and carried it over to set it down in front of Chun Gui.

The guards at the government office gate glanced up at them. He turned his head away directly, and Qiao Zhengqing's group breathed a sigh of relief, their footsteps light as they followed the person ahead.

Sensing more and more eyes around them, Ye Ziyu said to Bai Yichen, "Bai Yichen, why don't you move over a bit? So many people are watching." Bai Yichen shifted his position, and Gu Xiangbei sat down across from Ye Ziyu.

They had come intending to watch a joke, but when they reached the front of the residence and saw Uncle Liu suddenly kick his son to his knees, the expressions on the dozens of faces behind sobered—they knew this matter was no simple thing.

Gildas's return once again set the guild's atmosphere ablaze. Once the guild's strongest had been him, but now the guild's strongest was Naruto! The meeting of the two also set everyone's blood boiling, and they were eager to see the duel between them.

"Not too well, but don't worry, boss—unless I'm dead drunk, I absolutely won't let you drink more than you should." Lian Yifan swore solemnly between bites.

"Look, look—you all saw it…" The generals on Tan Jue's side burst into laughter, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of commanding the board while despising Tie Xiang's vulgarity.

After speaking, he deliberately paused, hoping to catch a flicker of surprise and fear on Selina's face—but once again, he was disappointed.

For an ordinary mortal, longevity and ascending to the ranks of the immortals may remain nothing more than prayers and dreams. But for one who has truly stepped into the world of cultivation, it is no longer a dream—and so the pursuit of a lifetime is to spare no effort in striving to achieve longevity and ascension.

Mu Sen raised an eyebrow and glanced at Ouyang Zilan beside him. "Just canceling it isn't quite right, is it? Liao, help him—" Before the words were finished, Lin Jianxuan had already hung up the phone.

"You still dare to fight back? Ungrateful wretch—everyone attack together, kill them all!" Lord Ghost Emperor issued the order, his face brimming with killing intent.

If that were all, it would be fine—but the biggest problem was suffocation. There was simply no air to speak of underground; even if it wasn't a perfect vacuum, it was close enough. One simply couldn't breathe—and that was truly a matter of life and death.

"I don't quite know how to address you; I'm not used to calling anyone 'Master.'" The "Tree of Ten Thousand Spirits" kept smiling, a stark contrast to the "Ancestor's" indifference—but its smile was far less reassuring than the Ancestor's cold composure.

Bai Li Muyan took out the chopsticks, rinsed them clean with tea, and handed them to Gu Liaoliao. When the boss brought the hot and sour noodles over, there was still a layer of crushed peanuts on top.

Why did everyone else get all kinds of missions, while when it came to me it became "protect yourself well"—does that mean I'm really weak?

The Formation-Breaking Disk is forged from a special material—in scientific terms, it's a device that can disrupt magnetic fields and affect the operation of formations.

In order to protect his own base, Morsch set up camp five kilometers from Leina's side, specifically to prevent Leina from sending troops to launch a sneak attack directly on his headquarters.

"Speak up, you two! Don't think I don't know anything!" Zhao Xiang stared coldly at the two of them. The honest, simple look was nothing but a disguise—strip it away, and a vicious nature was immediately exposed.

The experts present silently asked themselves if their inner force was deep enough, yet none of them had the confidence to take this palm strike head-on.

Apart from Leina's direct troops, the vassals' armies were also busily retraining and reorganizing; vacant slots were being filled by newly recruited soldiers undergoing training.

A crisp sound came from the flowerbed, several motion-sensor lights flickered on, and waves of barking rose one after another.

The Brocade Gold Seal represented the wealth and power of the world's richest man and a first-class hereditary marquis. Any random escort leader like Zhang Hong could snatch it from Su Weiyun's hands—let alone Liu Fenggu and other experts who coveted the thing.

At the very least, he wasn't tone-deaf; what he sang was basically on pitch, and combined with a decent vocal timbre, the song could be considered passable—not up to a professional singer's standard, but the kind of casual self-entertainment among friends.

"This thing here is meat. Once it grows up on its own, we can cut it open and eat it." Xu Feixian said, then covered it back over with soil.

She had only just joined the unit not long ago, yet she had already taken leave twice—first to return to the West City Military Medical University to handle graduation procedures, then last week when her mother went to the hospital. This time would be the third.

Up in the teaching building, the onlookers watching the scene at the school gate nearly laughed themselves into spasms.

Because since ancient times, apart from the power of creation, no other force has ever been able to pierce through the material realm and the three layers of the void.