Chapter 39: Misunderstanding

"Promote our company. Any national, provincial, or municipal-level large-scale promotional events—we should get our people some exposure. Even if the pay isn't great, the prestige matters; it’s equivalent to free advertising for us."

Tan Yang was keen on such matters. As long as it helped the company grow and thrive, she didn't mind using other means.

"I mentioned you to Mr. Liu just now, and he agreed. From now on..."

Every dynasty possesses its corresponding founding myth, and the lineage of Katniss is no exception. Using this as a pretext, coupled with the staged performance of the Raven Angel of Death, although the crowd could not fully believe it, no voices of dissent were raised.

"Isn't it obvious?! The six of us are all High Elders. Our status in the Council of Elders is second only to you, ranking above everyone else; we hold an absolute majority of the votes! For you to claim the Council reached a unanimous decision without our consent—that’s just ridiculous!" Rong Ge huffed.

Yet, how could this be possible? Before today, I had absolutely nothing to do with the film crew.

"Brother Guodong, are you alright? I... I didn't mean to." With their lips parted, Li Yue'e hurriedly leaned in, panicked, to check the spot where she had bitten him.

In all of South Korea, as long as someone is involved in the film industry—not just actors, but even the most renowned directors—there is no one that CJ cannot recruit.

"Why? Have you considered all the consequences?" Cheng Weiliang repeated with a calm expression.

Having regained his composure, Chen Feng returned to the poised state he held when first facing Xu Zhuang's "Willow Spirit Boy" and the Blood Wish. However, his state of mind was no longer the ignorant and fearless confidence of that time, but rather a sense of calm and certainty born from having weathered many hardships.

Zhao Yazhi closed the photo album, stretched slightly, and moved her limbs, her heart brimming with joy.

That a single avatar could reach such a level as Shuixin's suggested that the cultivation realm of the original body must be far higher. The two were already secretly suspecting: could Shuixin be an avatar of the Lord of the Universe?

Looking at Zhou Yurou, Chu Yu’s eyes flickered. The moment Jiang Fan finished speaking, she seemed to understand—she understood why Jiang Fan was so attentive toward Zhou Yurou.

"I hit you because you deserve it! Don't you know you’re supposed to stand at attention and salute when you see an officer? Slapping your mouth this time is lenient; next time, I’ll blow your head off with a single shot!" the scout platoon leader scolded sternly.

"This operation concerns the overall situation; naturally, I, Xuanyuan, must consider it carefully. Since the various cultivation sects have such objections, Duan Fei happens to share the same sentiment!" Xuanyuan Duan Fei swept his gaze across the room.

As his voice faded, before Jin Qiao could explode in rage, he channeled his divine arts. Spiritual power flowed, a vast aura rippling from his body. The Heaven-Thunder Sword in his palm erupted with a sword light over a yard long, its energy raging wild.

The monster, neither human nor beast, had a mouth full of human blood. It lifted its head to look at Gu Xiayang, who saw a human nose fall out from within its maw.

Seeing the entire Immortal Island ship on the verge of sinking into the seabed due to the massive waves and the perils falling from the sky, the backlash threatened all the disciples on the island.

Before the hearth in the infirmary, she held a whole stalk of Codonopsis in one hand and a knife in the other, absentmindedly slicing it on a tree stump. As she cut, her hand stopped, and she fell into a daze.

The energy fluctuations inside the cauldron gradually dissipated and fell into stillness. The dark clouds in the sky, as if having lost their target, scattered in all directions amidst the bewildered gazes of Shi Kong, Gui Ming, and the others.

Under the bombardment of countless spheres of energy, in an instant, numerous spectators in the city lost their lives to the array’s assault. Qingyang City, previously quite prosperous, was reduced to ruins within a few minutes—corpses littered the fields, walls collapsed, and the scene was truly tragic.

"Tsk, tsk, it’s truly beautiful. Look at this design style; it’s very similar to the metallic font of 'Against War,' and these..." Yan Xi picked up a sheet, examined it carefully, and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.