Chapter 4: The Substitute's Path to Fame

Leng Ye and Qing Lin were both startled, then suddenly picked up speed, overtaking Tianxing who had been ahead of them.

After the company commander finished speaking, he walked past the old lama and fired a shot into the sky, hoping to scare away the great white wolf. But instead, the white wolf grew even more ferocious, drooling and growling low and incessantly.

Amid the thick, bloody scent that filled the air, only the sound of Ziyu slicing open the mammoth's belly could be heard, along with the beast’s uncontrollable cries of pain.

Wu Yan and his companions had no choice but to return for the time being. Meili Fang sidled up to us once more and said, “Chang Jun, may I offer you a suggestion? I wonder if you’ll be willing to listen?”

Old Dong’s nickname had long since replaced his real name; sometimes even he forgot his surname and given name, as if he truly was just Old Dong.

Thanks to Eunuch Li’s reminder, the emperor already knew Qing Yi’s identity. He was quite curious to see what waves this child would make. But the boy truly was remarkable, his bearing extraordinary—no wonder he’d caught the eye of Thousand Mechanisms Elder, despite the ancient sect’s strictness and eccentricity. He was indeed unlike other children.

When the snow ape appeared in the glacier’s cavern, it showed not a trace of panic, but rather moved with practiced ease around several ice boulders, coming directly before the spider sealed within the glacier.

The first time Qingluan met her, she too addressed her as Lady Phoenix. She had asked why, and was told it was because she carried the aura and majesty of a phoenix.

Some people in Noxus were broad-minded. Those whose legs had been corroded were unable to move. At first, they thought Demacia had come with steel blades to end their lives. Instead, they realized they were wrong—the blades were used to saw off their legs, preventing the poison from spreading.

In the painting, an ugly demon lay collapsed atop a piano, its face twisted in terror. Though there was no blood, its body was soaked with seawater.

After saying these final words, the artificial intelligence left Hao Yu with a sea chart and fell silent, temporarily severing contact. According to the undying one, its signal might lead the Heavenly Underworld to them, so it was necessary to break off communication until Hao Yu was safe.

“Lord, what should we do now?” Zhang Fei asked as he caught up to Zhang Hao, looking at the commoners before them.

As he continued to think, Feng Yan’s emotions once again turned to hatred for Hao Yu—he ground his teeth in frustration.

Since it couldn’t be achieved for now, Xia Qiu simply let it go. Sometimes, things are just like that.

Zhu Wu frowned. Lin Chong and Wang Jin exchanged glances. Lin Chong said, “That must be Hu Yanzhuo—I’ll go meet him.” Zhu Wu nodded, and Lin Chong immediately leapt from the command vehicle, mounted his horse, and sped off.

Kesi Na’s point made sense. As the saying goes, know yourself and your enemy, and you will never lose. When facing a completely unfamiliar foe, their information matters most.

With the situation under control, the captain was in no hurry and even wore a teasing smile.

Liu Qi took another look at Zhang Yue. Last time, Zhang Yue hadn’t revealed his cultivation, so everyone believed him to be at the second level of the third stage. Now, however, he displayed the fourth level. If he risked it, he might just break through to the mid-stage.

Lin Hexuan was her senior from university and Lin Man’s cousin. In fact, she and Lin Man had met through his introduction.

The lights had not fully recovered, and the hotel manager, nearsighted as he was, only glanced briefly, catching a hint of the man’s extraordinary demeanor, failing to recognize Yan Xunzhou.

It truly was Mo Chi, the man acclaimed as a genius actor by the global media. Though his career had not been long, he had won countless laurels.

After all, as an imperial grandson and a prince, and also a disciple of Xiao Yu, the gatekeepers dared not bar his entry.

Though surprised, the two men felt no fear. According to their information, Wei Bao was not particularly strong—just a one-mark Thunder Servant. Without hesitation, they lunged at Liu Qi.

He had clearly taken a punch, nearly breaking his nose. Yet when he awoke, his nose was perfectly fine, without the slightest injury.

Never again would anyone prepare delicious cat food for him, nor would anyone groom or bathe him.

The Moonlit Club was designed in a rather unconventional way—the private rooms upstairs had one-way glass. From inside, guests could easily watch the spectacular performances below, but those on the first floor could see nothing, ensuring the utmost privacy for the clientele.

Su Jingyun once again exchanged for dozens of boxes of ibuprofen and amoxicillin capsules from the system, instructed Lin Youniang to boil water, mix them well, and continue distributing the medicine.

As for who the Beast God was, that was the deity in the legends of the Holy Church—a demon formed from the essence of all the world’s evil. According to church records, it was the strongest deity ever known to the sect, the hope for all believers to triumph over the righteous path, the faith of every member.

“Him? He’s Ke Haoran? That peerless master in black, with a long sword at his waist, riding a black mule, looking down upon the world with unrivaled talent?”

Upon seeing this ray of light, Qin Che activated the Starry Sky Pull, using the power of the stars within his sea of energy to attack this shining point.

Ye Tian had originally intended to simply get this fellow to confess, but given the current circumstances, that was clearly impossible. He would have to kill this scoundrel for the elves to grow strong.

He had held this position for a long time—ever since he awoke, startled and leapt out of bed, he’d become this silent figure of contemplation by the window.

“Lai Juncheng, do you really think you can scare us like this? If so, you are sorely mistaken!” Xiao Sheng said, looking at the ghost opposite him.

In the end, I was beset by these girls, with Yi Yi swearing solemn oaths. The workload was just overwhelming.

With no prior competition experience, Chen Ran, guided by Feng Wuyou’s reminders, stepped onto the stage and walked to the designated spot.

The grand chess tournament in Pingqiu City had finally begun. It would likely be a long time before the final round. Song, having watched the opening matches, lost interest, purchased some necessities, and boarded a ferry to continue south, not lingering any longer.

The phoenix waited in a huff for the Celestial Punishment, who merely glanced at her and showed no intention of arguing. This infuriated the phoenix so much she rolled her eyes.

Having said so much, Fang Zheng no longer hoped for the system’s mercy. Ten thousand wasn’t much—just a hundred crystalline rice seeds. But rationed carefully, it would be enough for a month.