Chapter 35: Controlled, System Vanished, Plot Rewritten

It was only after reading the plot summary provided by the system that Wen Miaohan recalled why she had created this character: she wanted to add a layer of tragic misery to the original host's final days. After all, in a story centered on regret, the more wretched the protagonist is in the beginning, the more heart-wrenching the reversal becomes when the truth is exposed later on.

To provide the male lead, Ye Chengjun, with a chance to shine and ensure that Wen Haoxuan didn't finish off all the villains himself, she had deliberately increased the stakes for Yan Wenbin, shaping him into a heavyweight antagonist that even Wen Haoxuan could not handle.

Beneath the fiery red sky, several fireballs emerged, their tails long and narrow, resembling beams of light from a sword as they descended slowly.

"No need, I was just drunk last night," Ling Lin refused point-blank, her mind clouded by images of him with Tao Xi.

Trapped in the shopping mall now, they couldn't seem to hail a taxi, perhaps because the rain had kept too many people on the road.

Of course, she was completely unaware of anything amiss at the moment; her current focus was on guiding Hu Mei to use the karmic power of space and time to synthesize memories from another dimension.

Before long, Long Aotian walked out with several outer-sect disciples, carrying crates of spiritual energy bullets and high-tech spiritual firearms.

With a heart full of trepidation, she arrived at the door of 404, which was indeed labeled as the Dean's Office.

Liang Yan took a moment to glance at the screen and saw that almost everyone was talking about switching loyalties; he couldn't help but twitch his lip in annoyance.

Tao Xi, standing nearby, also looked unwell; one could tell by the frantic movement of her fingers that she was typing away.

The internet cafe was packed during the holiday, with the clatter of keyboards and the sound of people shouting blending into a cacophony so volatile it felt as if a drop of oil might set the roof ablaze.

It was unexpected that such a world-famous superstar was actually Jiang Xin's mother. Even more surprising was the fact that the two of them did not get along.

After speaking, the general guarding the border city of the Great Dian Kingdom turned and walked out of the room where the Great Dian State Preceptor resided.

"What are you laughing at?" Because of the laughter, the atmosphere seemed to ease, and Yang Jiaying felt less tense.

Last time, he had been responsible for inspecting the Heavenly Pole Star, but he had only done so casually with his divine sense and had not discovered the frozen figure hidden within the snow-capped mountains.

Cultivating from the Path of Emptiness into the Three Realms of Illusory Dust, and mastering the power to command all things to become a practitioner of the Inverse Qi Path—it was this that truly laid the foundation for Xiang Ning's path to immortality.

Upon hearing such startling and unexpected words from an official of the Golden Phoenix Kingdom, the Prince could not help but choke, his face etched with disbelief and utter astonishment.

A sharp light suddenly erupted from the eyes of the Heavenly Mansion Daoist, a gaze imbued with the power to destroy all things.

"You don't want to admit it! Then what color was your spiritual light just now? Speak!" Luo Jiuxuan shouted. The Sect Leader of Liuye was shocked, freezing in his tracks, while behind him, Qiao Mu slowly began to topple backward, hitting the ground with a thud that sent dust and fallen leaves flying.

Wei Yiyang had no objections to this. He had gone to great lengths to get here primarily to probe Leng Yue's true strength; now that Leng Yue was ignoring him, it was actually a good thing. He could use this opportunity to execute his own plan.

The general guarding the fortress of the Golden Phoenix Kingdom had not expected that the one who poisoned the kitchen was not one of his own men, but rather an infiltrator sent by the Great Dian Kingdom.

These noble families usually maintained a facade of politeness. Even if there were conflicts, they rarely brought them into the open, preferring to wrestle in the shadows. It was truly rare to see them arguing like this, pointing fingers and hurling accusations at one another.

"Sister Qingyi, my apologies." After saying this, Zhang Ziliao pushed Lu Qingyi aside, kicked open the door to the inner courtyard, and strode inside.

"Chen Huayun, I’ll say it again: open the door for me, now," Liu Zhaoping said, standing at the doorway with her arms crossed.

Hao Qian's departure was meant to be kept secret, but the old matriarch wanted to know, and those below would certainly not hide it from her. Hao Qian was not surprised, only puzzled as to why the old lady was paying such close attention to this matter.