Chapter 39: Does Jiang Xian Have Morning Grumpiness?

"That won't do. Opportunities like this are once in a millennium. Why didn't they give anyone else a chance when they were hogging the trending topics for days on end?"

Back then, Liu Shenghai had been suppressed by them to such an extent that every time he produced a movie or TV show, they would cast top-tier celebrities to steal all the spotlight from his variety programs. It was only after he managed a slight comeback with last season's show about the wealthy that he decided to launch two major, high-stakes productions simultaneously, hoping that at least one would break through.

"All right, now, lie down and be good," Qian Ziyao whispered into his ear, promising him a night he would surely never forget.

"Damn it, Ouyang Jue, you’d better have a good reason for calling me, or I swear I’ll toss you into the ocean to feed the sharks!" Once I stepped out of the lounge, I could no longer contain my frustration and shouted toward the deck.

Entei and Raikou began to gather their energy, preparing to launch another assault. Once their power reached its peak, they both unleashed their attacks—a bolt of lightning and a massive blast of fire—hurtling toward the Skarmory.

"May I ask this gentleman's name? Like me, he doesn't seem to enjoy gambling." Of course, he wasn't just asking for the sake of a name; he knew that once he had a name, he could skillfully navigate around the influence backing the man.

Seeing Zhou Hu, who was usually so fierce and menacing, deliberately trying to appear calm and solemn, Zhou Tian couldn't help but chuckle. He had clearly been lectured by the elders of the clan.

As the bodyguard to the "Second Boss," his primary task was to "legitimize" every specific action taken by the family.

"You lot wait here; I’m going to check the bow of the ship. Qisha, send a message to Ouyang Jue and tell him to get here immediately." This evil Merman tribe was surprisingly loyal; I had assumed that guy Las was their leader, but it turned out the true boss had only just arrived.

She hadn't given Jin Se a pleasant look since they first met, but Jin Se hadn't held it against her and had even helped her with her meals. She really should have thanked her.

"However, even if their patriarch was at fault for forcing the sale of life and death, the sins cannot be laid entirely upon his clansmen. Moreover, a ten-thousand-year sentence should have been served by now," Yan Wu said to Cang Jie.

Wen Yushang was in unbearable pain, and lacking the strength to resist, she sobbed breathlessly, crying out for help over and over.

"There are only twenty spots, but I must enter that forbidden realm!" Murderous intent flickered in Chu Tianyi's eyes, and his heart grew increasingly anxious. It had been over ten days since his sister had passed away, and he would go mad if any further complications arose during this time.

The sound of blades piercing flesh rang out periodically, followed by shrill, desperate screams that echoed unyieldingly through the area.

Because they had to attend promotional events the following day, Li Zhunyi, Aragaki Yui, and the rest of the main cast refrained from drinking. Natsuki Imai, however, drank too much and eventually had to be carried back by the staff.

A jolt went through everyone's hearts. Li Xiangyang seemed different today; he was wearing a brand-new suit and looked radiant—a state they hadn't seen him in for a very long time.

I have no idea what Qu Tiandu goes off to do. We rarely see each other. Sometimes he returns very late, covered in wounds. It’s hard for me to imagine how his sixty-year-old soul manages to get into fights with people.

Amy’s heart sank as she mentally cursed her luck. Why was her fortune so good that she ran into this triple-S-level danger species the moment she stepped out? The first page of the file contained a shadow sketch labeled "Stranger," which she chose to ignore.

Hong Dan did not let up. He pressed his advantage, his rapid-fire fists raining down again. Lin Fan threw up his arms to block, realizing he had been too careless. Hong Dan was a master among masters in the third stage of fist-energy; Lin Fan’s plan to overcome force with softness had completely failed.

When Yu Rong and his group appeared above the Zhenyan Sect once more, they were greeted by the frenzied, ecstatic roars of tens of thousands of disciples, just like a general returning in triumph.