Chapter 52: Is the Theater Haunted?

What he said was true, but with the leading actress absent, this could only be considered a stage mishap. As the director, he was inevitably responsible. The costume designer, always keenly observant, couldn’t help but pat the director, Thumbtack, on the back.

“Don’t worry, Director. I’ll have some crew members go look for her right away!”

Thumbtack rubbed his throbbing temples and let out a sigh. “That’s all we can do for now. Please hurry.”

In the audience, Shi Yi couldn’t help but pause.

A car stopped, and a middle-aged man stepped out. He wore a taupe suit, his hair meticulously styled.

The formation of the pale pink crystals began to slow, and after being shattered several times in the collision of emotional forces, the cacophony in his mind finally lessened.

The people of the world would likely believe that the emperor was incompetent, allowing eunuchs to interfere in government, so that the court was rife with corruption, the realm plunged into suffering, and the common people left destitute.

Accepting a disciple should have been a grand occasion, but the sect leader felt that the matter of the Heaven-Sealed Sword Heart should be kept secret for now. He was well aware that the Xia Yu Sect was far from united; the emergence of a prodigiously talented disciple would not be welcomed by all.

Ten breaths later, Qin Chuan returned from his state of being possessed by the God of War, left extremely weakened. He was now a far cry from his earlier awe-inspiring presence, not even matching up to an ordinary cultivator of the Heaven and Man Realm.

Back then, the reality illusion Rain Xi entered was also under ten thousand years old. Only by sacrificing lives could they barely retrieve the one true artifact from that world.

Though she had betrayed the Pure Land Sect, with her feat of slaying the Azure Lotus Demon Lord, and given her previous contact with Prince Yun Su, if she pretended to defect to his side, he would undoubtedly treat her with honor, grant her high office, and welcome her into his fold.

Gao Maru sat by the well for a while, then beckoned for a fairy to come over. The fairy helped the hunched, coughing Gao Maru, and the two walked to a secluded spot at the edge of the village. What happened next was unclear, but somehow the fairy fainted, and Gao Maru carried her out of the village.

Jiu Tian followed Sieg’s introduction through the hall, from the front to the back, covering everything from low-grade to high-grade flying shuttles. No matter what quality Jiu Tian wanted, it could be found here.

A life-rich, chillingly cold snow-white fruit appeared before him: a mid-tier medicinal king, the Ice Mountain Fruit. It only grew on the icy peaks of the North Sea and contained potent ice elemental energy. For those cultivating the ice attribute, it was a priceless treasure. Ye Yang bought it for five thousand monster crystals.

“Fire Secret Qi.” Xiao Wen, typical of one who yields to gentleness but not force, softened when the registrar smiled and responded calmly.

In fact, the pressure on the Cleveland Cavaliers was far greater than that on the San Antonio Spurs at this moment—much greater, in fact.

That man was clearly confident in close combat. Under the green barrier’s glow, that sinister, ruthless face was seen by Xiao Wen in perfect detail.

Lin Feng had already split into countless phantoms before the Heavenly Net Slash was unleashed, dodging to the other side.

Xiao Wen’s mood finally improved somewhat. When he looked up again, the man in blue had at last stopped coughing and happened to glance back at him.

Had he not spoken, it would have been better; once he did, Zhao Yuan Yan felt acutely embarrassed. How could this fellow mention such things in front of others? Still, he kept his composure, smiled faintly, and said, “Marshal Yang is loyal to the country, as he should be.” He made a brief greeting and walked away, unwilling to say more.

Heaven thus broke through its bottleneck, mastering the Astonishing Immortal Dao Strength that troubled even the greatest figures of the Ming Sword Sect. And whose credit was that?

The final exclamation came from Fan Chengliang’s wife, her face changing abruptly when she saw the amount written on the check.

In that kind of prison cell, if someone entered without permission and was killed, it would never be considered one’s own fault. Of course, this also meant the enemy might send an even stronger expert after him, but weighing the risks, it was still worth it.