0111 First Signs of Brilliance (Part I)

Most importantly, to survive in that environment, one must possess both high emotional and intellectual intelligence; otherwise, one will surely be trampled underfoot. That place was truly unsuitable for Xie Yuanfeng.

Xie’s father had never held the Film Academy in high regard, mainly because he was unfamiliar with it. Even now that he understood it, he would not consent to Xie Yuanfeng attending. As Xie Yihuang had said, Xie Yuanfeng was too susceptible to temptation and would easily lose herself in that world.

"You may decide this matter as you see fit."

Phew, in truth, Bai Bing had intended to hang up as well, but perhaps Feifei had guessed her ill intentions and hung up first.

Before descending the mountain, the Master of Creation activated the defensive formation. About a minute after they left the mountain with the guards, the array automatically engaged, sealing Wutong Mountain within an invisible energy barrier.

She never defended herself; she would only weep silently after he left, yet once the tears dried, she would always find it easy to forgive him. Every time she cried, it pained him. He told himself this must be the last time, yet the cycle continued, endless and unchanging.

She still remembered the first time she met Chen Xi; she had been as down-and-out as she was now, while he had been icy, projecting an air that kept everyone at a distance.

In truth, the reason Wang Xifeng wanted to negotiate this deal through Jia Yingchun was not to hide it from Sun Shaozong or to strike a private bargain with her convenient brother-in-law—given the situation of the Sun brothers, such an idea was unrealistic.

"In such a hurry?" Yi Fan and Zhuge Liuyun were somewhat stunned, but seeing the prefect’s expression, it did not seem like a joke. Could there be some hidden story behind this?

Chen Xi opened his eyes in surprise to see Hua Yan leaning against his office door, wearing a brilliant smile.

Ever since entering densely populated areas, Yi Fan had restricted its freedom. When going out, it was required to wear a heavy robe and a cloak, and it was forbidden from making contact with strangers without his permission.

At this moment, the utility of Uncle Xing became apparent; he craned his neck eagerly, acting as if he were hearing these high-minded remarks for the very first time.

Having concluded his long-running experiments, he was in no rush to leave. He rested well for several days before beginning to dispose of the things he had left behind.

She thought that a man such as this was worthy of being Rong Yun’s father. She admired him. Later, he lived permanently in the Northwest, while she remained in the capital with Rong Yun, leaving no chance to meet this father-in-law. She had never imagined that their parting would be a final farewell.

"Second Aunt, you worry too much; the Emperor is likely just concerned for the Heir Apparent." As soon as Su Jin said this, the mockery at the corner of Lady Yuan’s mouth became even more pronounced. Su Jin raised an eyebrow, a teacup appearing in her hand, the clinking of the lid echoing in the room.

When Fan Ziwei passed on the information, she specifically mentioned the name of Daoist Wuyun, which deepened Bu Xu's prior assessment and confirmed the other party's status as a Daoist.

Sheng Chuyi lazily opened his eyes and took a glance inside; his expression soured instantly.

Well, so it had become her good fortune! Ge Qingyun finally understood: the old matriarch had been completely won over by Lu Jiaoyi.

To tell the truth, he did not want to be a hero, but he wanted to save Su Fei. Perhaps after he finally rescued her, Su Fei would offer herself to him in gratitude, his broken foot would heal, and he could become a winner in life.

"Not yet, but it’s close enough. Now it’s just me and Lianyi idling away every day. Are we really going to have to go and sign off on memorials after just one cup of tea?" Cheng Xuege pouted in complaint. Did he know how bored they were? The Emperor used to be so diligent and devoted to the people, yet now he was learning to slack off.

Ye Nanshan opened his mouth to speak but ultimately decided against it. Song Hanmiao was right: for cultivators traveling the world, one truly needed decent clothing. Ordinary garments could not withstand the rigors of combat; a single fight would leave one in rags, looking like a beggar.

However, this also had a downside. Uncovering a top-grade jade from an opaque stone might draw too much attention, which went against his philosophy of making a fortune in silence.