Chapter 140: 136 Calm Waters

Liu Wan anticipated the new show would be a mess, and she deeply looked forward to seeing it soon.

Yu Xing was different.

He could push this matter forward and ensure it was implemented quickly.

True cultivation is something you can’t display openly, but Baixiaosheng had built his site for half a year and could now lend support to such a program.

Having decided to adapt to the circumstances, Yu Xing acted with full determination; the next day he obtained from Liu Jiankai the producer of Dongfang Television responsible for this show, Xu.

Ma Dong pulled out a bank card from his chest and gave it to Su Yao to deliver to her Meimen members; the card held over ten million, enough to satisfy his sense of duty.

“Can you be serious for once?” Tan Fengyi said, slightly angry. Her earlier replies had been fine, but the next sentence had veered completely off-topic—Tan Fengyi had grown tired of Wen Qihang’s unserious answers more than once.

Watching the old lady thank Lin Xuan instead of herself, Jiang Chuchu felt a surge of frustration—didn’t I contribute too?

Long Teng understood his wife’s exhaustion and immediately took off his satchel for Ye Meijing to sit on. Inside were his changed clothes, along with the Heaven-bestowed battle armor he had torn during his fight with Tuo Daguai. Recalling the moment he had received the armor, he found the situation bitterly ironic.

Inside Lin Feiyu’s body, a sound like a snapped bowstring rang out—the sound of his meridians and muscles being severed by sword qi.

At that moment, Lin Rui clasped his hands together; the Taiqing Scripture surged into motion, and a half-person-tall fan appeared before him, radiating terrifying pressure. Its surface bore intricate patterns shimmering with radiant light; merely glancing at it stirred an overwhelming urge to kneel and worship.

He Ling Zun was a great elder of the demon race, an unparalleled powerhouse of the Dao Palace realm; even a single feather from her carried power at least equivalent to a Level Nine Spirit-grade treasure, possibly even reaching Dao-grade status, and after her refinement, it gained countless wondrous abilities.

“Regardless of anything, since I know the second young master of the Mu family in Yi Jiang City is my disciple, Luo Tian, and yet they still dared to destroy the city—this matter, Luo He Sect will never let it rest!” Luo Tian said coldly.

“There is gain, and there is loss.” After packing his gear, Long Yuan began climbing the cliff. He already carried five thousand jin of weight, so he could not carry Zhengtian Chi on his back—otherwise he would likely fall halfway up. Holding Zhengtian Chi in one hand, he drove it into the cliff face like a chisel to bear his weight.

Wu Meng bowed, swung his long-handled great axe through empty air, and a golden light unfurled like a gauze veil stretching to the far horizon. He stepped onto the golden light and vanished instantly.

“He has comprehended the Sword Art! I never imagined there were such profound sword techniques beyond Luofu!” the second senior brother exclaimed.

“They carry every possible combat tool they can, and their gear is far superior to ours—whenever new equipment arrives from above, they get it first,” the veteran said with envy.

Zi Xun could openly care for Chu Tianyu, while she could only care, worry, and miss him in secret.

The speaker was the statue—and also Chen Jing. Upon awakening, he found himself transformed into a statue, enshrined in the River God Temple, receiving incense offerings daily, gazing at Xiuchun Bay and the worshippers who came each day, feeling a profound, indescribable disorientation.

Chu Tianyu’s face turned ashen—he never imagined Ding Nan’s Thousand-Hand Ghost Shadow could tear apart his sword qi dragon. It was unthinkable.

Yuan Xing sidestepped effortlessly, avoiding the slash, then ignored the third brother entirely, charging straight for the second—he knew that even if the third brother unleashed all his potential, the greatest threat still came from the second.

One of those who failed, Ying Si spent great effort dispatching a full squad to slay the boss he knew from his past life might drop something—but even the first kill yielded nothing.