Chapter 186: Qu Wuyan's Purpose

Lian Youyou, do not think too highly of yourself," Richard said, laughing out of sheer anger. "You certainly have a gift for acting, but in this industry, there are plenty of people far better than you. Master Chen Qing does not write scripts for just anyone who asks. You've been given this opportunity, yet you are still here putting on airs. Once missed, an opportunity like this will never come again."

Although Lian Youyou did not achieve stardom overnight, as someone without a formal background, she had the chance to star as the female lead in Xiang Gaoxian's film in her very first year. It could almost be said that she peaked right out of the gate.

Achieving fame overnight is the dream of countless actors, but attaining renown without undergoing seasoning makes it all too easy for actors to...

A colorful aura coiled around the goofy Archmage, and a lengthy incantation rolled off his tongue.

Hearing this figure, the others could only harbor all sorts of envy, jealousy, and hatred, their gazes instantly converging upon Xia Xuan.

Yes, after various twists and turns, Wang Chen was back at the cannibal camp. Only this time, he was no longer a hot-blooded, reckless youth fighting desperately for his life, but rather a "gift" bound tightly and carried away.

Hearing Xia Jie refer to Luo Feng as her beloved, a sudden wave of fiery jealousy surged from Yan Qianlian's chest.

"Do other aspects require testing?" Weng Dachun was naturally concerned about when his physical checkup would take place, but voicing it now seemed rather too selfish, so he simply went along with Qing Kuan's words and asked further.

The moon hung high in the center of the sky, and all was dead silent. Only Ma Tian, on night duty, remained seated on the terrace, waging an unremitting battle against the late-autumn mosquitoes. He swore a solemn oath to find a way to rig up a mosquito net somewhere tomorrow; otherwise, before the mosquitoes were completely frozen to death, the terrace would surely yield a few desiccated corpses.

His pupils flickered between light and darkness, resembling the primordial chaos just beginning to open, the mysterious yellow splitting apart, the two modes generating, the four images transforming into the four poles, and the five elements giving rise to the eight trigrams and nine palaces—all emerging one by one. Clearly, Su Ying's comprehension of his own Dao had grown a layer deeper.

The allied forces had gone to such great lengths precisely to sever this plan. Yet, the outcome was altered solely by the strength of a single individual, dooming them to outright failure.

At that moment, however, Xu Ling's silence finally came to an end. The staff in his hand swept through the air, and a wave of pristine white radiance rippled outward.

"Tell me, are you wrong?" Su Ling bent forward slightly and asked with a smile, his voice remaining as tranquil as ever, as though he were conversing with an old friend.

The moment Feng Xue sat down, the door was shoved open. Owing to the excessive force, it slammed hard against the wall with a loud bang, the wooden panel swaying unsteadily afterward.

No sooner had Zhang Xinsheng finished speaking than Ma Fu reacted as if struck by lightning, instantly letting go and stepping back. In his view, for this Teacher Hou to pick a fight with Zhang Xinsheng was pure suicide; his earlier display was merely posturing to show off in front of Zhang Xinsheng anyway.

"Old Niu, I advise you to let your son leave this place for a while," Jiang Zhengwei no longer had the heart to waste any more breath arguing with him over such a matter.

If one were to venture out into weather like this, catching a chill would be inevitable. Seeing her about to pull the door open and step outside, he sprang up with a single stride, leaped over the coffee table, dashed to the doorway, and wrapped his arms firmly around Lu Yanyan's waist.

For ordinary people lacking such profound primordial energy, a touch of the Primal Chaos Return meant certain death. But for figures like Li Jingxuan and Feng Luo, encountering the Primal Chaos Return merely resulted in their vital energy being temporarily drained, without proving fatal.

Jialan looked up at her mother, seeing her eyes brimming with guilt, and suddenly felt a sense of release. No matter how arduous the past had been, as long as her mother could regain her sanity, everything she had done was worth it.

When Qiyun slowly regained consciousness, the sky was already dim and gloomy. She had no idea how long she had been unconscious. Seeing Feng Ba lying all alone on the couch, she crawled over and tested the breath beneath his nose. He had already breathed his last long ago, while the grand hall remained utterly empty, its atmosphere eerie and terrifying.

Meng Wanlong and Qin Mingpu were powerless to resist, let alone Qi Man. The three of them were bound hand and foot and hoisted onto the pyre, while several others closed in on Leng Yiyun. Calling out to heaven yielded no response, and pleading to the earth brought no aid; she had no choice but to channel the Gale Art for self-preservation. Yet those individuals possessed extraordinary martial prowess, actually managing to pierce through the swirling winds and seize her.

By the time everything was properly arranged, four or five days had already passed since the Grand Princess's arrival at the estate. Early the next morning, Shuyuan and the others would set off on their journey.