Chapter 103: One-Handed in the 1990s, Astonishingly Cool!

Rising to Stardom with a Song Xiong Wuwan 1280 words 2026-04-01 06:53:58

On the stage, after Xu Ze finished singing this part, he withdrew his gaze from Du Yuanzhou.
As the performance continued, he gradually returned to the center of the stage.
“What kind of elixir to refine, what kind of pill to mold,”
“Deer antler slices mustn’t be too thin,”
“A master’s technique cannot be so carelessly copied,”
“Turtle jelly, Yunnan Baiyao, and cordyceps,”
When these lyrics ended, the audience immediately grew excited:
“I didn’t even look at the screen for this part—”
As time passed, the other roast pigs were brought out, but none could compare to those made by Haolan and Feng. The Grand Elder reluctantly selected the remaining sixty-two people.
Qi Yubai was unsure whether Mu Wuxin knew of their relationship, but under the circumstances, he could only bite the bullet and step forward.
They arrived at the martial arena to the right of the Purple Falls. There, a few square stones were laid out, each about three meters in size. These stones were entirely black, and near them were two lines of obsidian rings, with several large greenish round stones at the far end.
People knew the pair as troublemakers—reckless and unruly, and they were widely despised. Who was Old Lady Qiu? She was a lonely widow in the village, blinded years ago. Fortunately, she raised a dog of rare intelligence; it led her to gather firewood and fetch water. Without this loyal dog, Old Lady Qiu would have starved and awaited death.
Gu Hui lived by chopping firewood, often drinking to dispel the loneliness in his heart. He went into the mountains, carried firewood to the market, and exchanged all earnings for wine. Over time, he became a hopeless drunkard, unable to bear a day without drinking.
So, seeing Qi Yubai rushing at him, he raised a thick vine whip in his hand and lashed out fiercely.
Surviving the ordeal, Peng Yun felt both joy and anxiety. Grateful for Rong Qiu’s help, she wished to share a bed, to revel in love’s pleasure, and if she died, she would have no regrets. Yet Rong Qiu resolutely refused, saying, “A lowly woman must not pursue fleeting pleasure at the cost of Young Lord Peng’s life.” Peng Yun was deeply moved by these words; she embraced Rong Qiu tightly and kissed him passionately.
After ten months of pregnancy, Jiang Yuan gave birth to a baby. Because the infant was wrapped in a membrane like an egg, she thought it a monster and abandoned it by the roadside. Yet passing cattle and horses instinctively avoided it.
“After ten days of effort, I finally meet the basic requirements,” Wang Bugui murmured beneath the waterfall. From afar, Yun Jinghong witnessed the scene and nodded approvingly.
But these matters were certainly not his concern. The coachman tugged the reins, turned the horse around, and departed.
Kneeling on one knee is an especially striking posture for a handsome man. It quickens the heart and pleases the eye. Yet Ni Yexin wore a lewd grin, still grasping Murong Changqing’s hand, kissing it with such fervor he nearly drooled.
“In that case, may I ask if Lord Right Inspector supports His Highness the Crown Prince?” Qin Xue’e asked.
The Thousand Sword Cycle easily tore through their wall of wind blades, cleaving into their skulls and slicing them from head to tail, splitting them in two below the abdomen.
Du Gu Huai saw that Leng Yi only watched without speaking, knowing he had rendered him speechless. To further break Leng Yi’s spirit, Du Gu Huai continued speaking.
Inside the room, Jin Yue sat up, already awake. He rubbed his forehead, kneading it, his mind blank, vaguely sensing that something might have happened to him.
The waiter placed two steaming cups of Blue Mountain coffee before them. “Please enjoy.” Then he withdrew.
Bai Ye was equally formidable, wielding the Great Demon Art to conjure a demonic apparition for a fierce showdown—two demon lords trading blows, neither yielding an inch.
“There’s no cat left; it already jumped away. I was startled for nothing,” Xiao Qing said, feigning composure.
“Teacher Zhao, Teacher Wu... it’s been a long time.” After greeting several former colleagues, Tao Xiu sat down on the black leather sofa.