The Path to Fame for the Small Substitute 8

These remarks instantly ignited the fury of the Salty-Sweet shippers, who declared they would no longer support Huo Yanjiang and Tang.

We suspect that the puppeteer was responsible for the deaths of Lady Ying and Old Fang, but even if that were true, the blame would not fall directly on Fang Qing. Yet, to give up one's soul and heart for the sake of revenge is to abandon any chance of being reborn as a human.

At first, he paid it no mind. From the very beginning, he could see this person—he existed outside the domain, able to observe everything within as if gazing into a world behind a veil.

A three-dimensional halo flickered before his eyes, displaying a chat interface so familiar to Chu Yuan that it was etched into his memory.

At that time, Ying Zheng had just ascended the throne at thirteen, little more than a puppet monarch, with real power resting in the hands of Lü Buwei.

He thought that after recounting the events of these past days, Jing Xinghua would offer words of comfort, as would be expected, though she was never one for consolation.

Meanwhile, QQ’s customization features had gone live! Animated and real-life expressions, as well as sound notifications, became unique selling points.

Tang Xiu gazed at Liu Peiyao’s incoming fist with a look of unbroken indifference, his eyes cold and devoid of emotion.

I cast a casual glance at the pile of refined iron on the ground, nodded, and ignored it, focusing instead on mending my wounds.

Dazzling flashes danced through the air, golden lightning launching a series of coordinated attacks. Hongyi could not parry them all and was forced to conjure a sturdy wooden wall to defend himself.

He Chen and Seria had a considerable advantage, having ventured through the barrier before; this experience meant they could handle many things with ease and composure.

At the very heart of the Martian basin, the Utopia Grand Market thrived—a free-trade zone organically established by the various tribes.

“It’s rare for you to come to Hanyuan Hall, and yet you leave in such a rush without seeking me out,” I greeted her warmly.

But Fugaku blocked him relentlessly, blood streaming from his mangekyō left eye, Amaterasu’s black flames clinging to Susanoo’s longsword.

“You’re saying that every natural mage, upon awakening, will open a ‘personal blank spiritual field’?” Daylin inquired.

Shi Yu’s shop had been fully renovated, yet all remained quiet; even with the shop completed, he did not sell anything. Even Xie Chen thought he was plotting something. Still, Shen Xiyan believed it was pointless to fixate on them—if they worried about everything, they’d never get anything done.

Fu Jiyan looked at her greedy expression and said, “What, just a little silver is enough to make you this happy? No ambitions at all!” He laughed, his teasing gaze on Ling Xiaotang.

He Chen tested the bindings—nothing special, just tight enough that an ordinary person could break free with some effort. Unless one learned special knots online, they were only good as a makeshift belt or perhaps a quirky toy.

If that hairpin hadn’t struck Tao Yuan’s heart, he shouldn’t have died on the spot. The “fake Lu Mei” escaped, Qian Mama and Bai Shao witnessed everything and checked Tao Yuan’s breath—events that unfolded in quick succession.

To the black wolf, the white wolf’s touch was nothing more than a hand resting on her arm, yet her arm began to tingle inexplicably, startling her greatly.

Earlier, she had been too tense; hearing only the words “I just want you,” she had misunderstood and immediately objected. To her surprise, the sentence wasn’t finished—there was more.

Lan Huohuo’s joy was impossible to conceal; she cheered and charged at the bald-headed griffin, slapping it again as it tried to rise, dizzy and dazed.

Countless people gasped at that moment, for Mount Luofu matched perfectly with most people’s dreams.

Fortunately, thanks to the two war airships previously purchased from Mount Luofu, the Middle East had not suffered a one-sided defeat in the war; instead, they maintained the upper hand.

The Mystic Spirit Orb detected the resonance between a cultivator’s soul and path, measuring both mastery and alignment.

A heavy bronze-tipped arrow, launched by the divine crossbow, sliced through the air and struck a captain square in the chest and abdomen; the immense force pierced him through, a spray of blood falling upon the dust.

“If that’s the case, things don’t look good!” More and more bystanders gathered to watch the commotion.

White Wolf did not join the fray directly, but instead led his priests stealthily along the edge of the battlefield, targeting the mining machines abandoned on the ground. If he could regain control of the automated mining equipment, their fighting power would be greatly enhanced.

Misunderstanding the situation, Ning Ye believed this was an invitation to intimacy and reached out to caress her delicate form.

“Qing’er, do you want the authorities to arrest Chaoyang?” Upon hearing Song Qing’s words, Xiu’er couldn’t help but grow annoyed.

Qin Shengnan did not play by the rules; no matter how cunning Chen Shu was, for the moment he had no idea how to respond to her.

At last, another epic battle was about to erupt in Moonless’s ninja life—this time on the unremarkable rooftop of the Konoha exam center.

Knowing both yourself and your enemy ensures victory, so Chu He habitually activated his Heavenly Eye, a white light falling upon the venomous bee.

Seeing the situation, A Rong paused where she was, waited for them to leave, then continued forward. Passing through the courtyard, she sat for a while; she had a key, but strangely, so did A Ye. Though she didn’t understand, she didn’t ask.

Moonless rolled his neck and glanced at Naruto, who still lay in the sickbed beside him. Though there was some soreness as he moved, he could feel his body had recovered quite well.

Qin Qing drained her tea in one gulp. Her throat felt less dry, but her heart remained heavy. Surely the entire Qin residence had witnessed her disgrace; this time, she had not only lost in love, but had lost all dignity—completely and utterly. Thoughts of Ying Zheng brought a fresh wave of sorrow.

In the eyes of the citizens of Li, he was a natural-born killer, ruthless and cunning, who committed countless atrocities in their land. The origins of these rumors lay with the Li court itself, spread to incite public anger.

As a formal shaman, Gibur could clearly sense the vigorous vitality emanating from Lin Wei, in stark contrast to the lifelessness of Ban Saini at his side.