The Path to Fame for the Substitute Player, Chapter 2

Li Miao desperately wanted to know: which of these stones would contain jadeite? With so many raw stones, how could she possibly divide and choose the truly valuable ones?

Between her brows, a faint purple petal shimmered with mystery, adding to her enchanting allure.

Soon after, Chu Yu and Fat Zhang went outside to prepare this earthly delicacy, while Luo Ling, somewhat disappointed, leaned back against the stone wall, her eyes closing gently, captivating all who beheld her.

That very night, the image of the leaderboard became headline news across Weibo forums and major gaming boards.

Xie Lingfei didn’t respond, her hand already poised to unleash her ultimate move, sights locked on Lin Xi’s position.

Wang Tong’s journey was mostly due to chance and good fortune; he approached the path ahead with deep reverence, doubting he could ever reach the true gateway of cultivation.

But that didn’t matter much. The Heavenly Sword Sect couldn’t get far. Chu Yu set out immediately, not needing to follow too closely—especially since he sensed things were not as simple as they seemed this time. Better to watch and wait for now.

Illusion magic… it was a mystical art unique to the Nine-Tails clan. She was certain: Ye Xinyou had just used an illusion.

The Zhu family had no reason to expose the truth; in fact, remaining silent benefited them more, possibly making victory easier.

At least for Wang Tong, finding and eliminating it in the short term seemed hopeless.

“I saw your father again. I’d love to spar with him,” Gail’s soul quietly drifted once more from Tian Mo’s body, the timing unclear.

“Yanyan is one of us; I trust her,” Liu Pingfan said, gently grasping Tong Xiyan’s jade-like hand.

“For now, we know nothing about Tang Qi, nor his motives,” Wang Jin said.

They stretched out hands with long, claw-like nails, blood-red mouths agape, slowly closing in on Feng Hun.

Agu and Tian Yi led the way, with Bruce, Alfred, and Zhai Yan cautiously observing their surroundings from behind.

A straightforward answer often seems perfunctory, while an ambiguous, seemingly hesitant reply feels more genuine, less like a lie.

Behind, several masked individuals approached, each bearing a tray covered with red cloth. Placing the trays on the stone table, they withdrew silently.

They were not far from Bashu now—just through the Sword Gate ahead and they would step into its domain.

Her head, tilting left, was about to collide irreversibly with the car wall. She tried to sit up but couldn’t resist the force of the jolts.

A shrill sound pierced the air from afar; many looked up to see about twenty figures flying through the sky, surging toward the Desolate Peak.

No one knew Earth’s true strength better than Ling Feng! Not to mention the Divine Realm—there were perhaps only a few hundred demi-god experts on Earth, not enough to contend with a single master. In the future... how could Ling Feng protect Earth?

“Great Prophet, is everyone alright?” After her initial joy, You Ruo’s face clouded with concern.

After three years apart, she had expected to see excitement, sorrow, or anger on his face. Instead, he seemed detached, a faint smile on his lips, but his whole demeanor exuded distance.

The man sat beside Wang Zhiying, having long noticed her stunning presence and unmatched aura.

At that moment, Tang Yiheng, his shirt buttons ripped open to reveal a muscular chest, suddenly cried out.

The Imperial Uncle once said, if you wish to protect those you love, you must become unrivaled. He was still far too weak; he must work hard, train in martial arts, and reach his uncle’s level.

Seeing Zhang Ning gradually take control, everyone finally relaxed and turned to the southeast to hunt monsters.

The upper echelons had already forbidden further investigation, but Liao Guang knew full well that Lady Su was merely a wrongly slain soul. Minghui Jewelry Company was finished. The so-called recovered jewels were all ordinary items—the true priceless treasures were nowhere to be found.

Moving the Soul-Calming Tree to the cultivation chamber, Ling Feng sat before it and began to practice the technique entrusted to him by the Blood Demoness, soon falling into deep meditation.

Arnold and Chen Xuan had no objections; Sheng Bei emerged from the shadows and took them to the secret chamber. The sudden appearance of a person identical to themselves drew no visible curiosity from the three children.

Even for the sake of rewards, I’d rather forgo any prize than let Lu Wan and the others come to harm.

Qiao Qiuxue dared not drive further inside; the abandoned dock was likely under surveillance, and getting too close would only alert the enemy.

Many bandits, once too shy to confess their feelings, now found themselves enamored all over again.

To be honest, Xu Xiao was also secretly anxious; the current situation was too bizarre for common reasoning.

Is this a bug? Maybe now’s the time to look for cheap items that could instantly boost her to the early Xuan stage—talent compression be damned.

Pity the countless people who fall ill unknowingly, or who, even aware, have no cure, letting their conditions worsen over time.

Just then, Lu Anhe struck at Shen Feihong, and the Han family took the opportunity to push Shen Feihong further into the flames.

His brow alternated between relaxation and a deep furrow, sometimes nodding, sometimes shaking his head, leaving the others utterly bewildered.