The Substitute’s Path to Fame, Chapter 3

I took it and saw that it was a rather simple hand-drawn map. The starting point was marked with a circle, indicating our current location. From there, a straight line led directly to another place, which was within Anhui province. Astonishingly, the destination, the site of Yinshan Nine Towers, was in Huangshan.

“Are you sure?” Eurydice was startled. If Wuchen really participated, the others might as well go play in the mud—victory was already decided.

“Let’s see how arrogant you’ll be now.” Lin Haiyan muttered inwardly. Ten rings—this fellow was about to become famous throughout the entire military district.

Master Wei was taken aback. That punch just now certainly had its power, but he himself was once a Grandmaster of the True Return Sect. His vision was broad, and he wouldn’t be so easily intimidated as Zeng Zimo had been.

The man in the black robe sighed under such circumstances, then spoke directly to the person before him.

Everyone was stunned, realizing those people were finished. Except for me, chills ran down my spine one after another. If they hadn’t intentionally helped me, my fate would have been the same as those others. Some even collapsed onto the floor, unable to utter anything, their mouths making meaningless, guttural noises.

Suddenly, seeing such a refined, almost ethereal youth emerge, even An Lingtong, whose heart belonged elsewhere, couldn’t help but be momentarily dazed.

Long Yuexin was surprised; she hadn’t expected that after so long, Wang Qiang’s martial skills had advanced to such a degree.

“Damn it, anyway, I’m not going with you! I’d rather die than go!” I shouted angrily, but knew full well they would never let me go for that reason. As long as they weren’t willing to kill me outright, I could find a way to escape.

“So, do you know what kind of disease killed that beggar?” Back at Qinghe Courtyard, Lianxin sat down and, before even sipping her tea, anxiously asked Ji Jiawei.

Actually, whether it was at the Chamber of Commerce or the county committee compound, there wasn’t much difference for him, except of course his position.

Liu Chiting turned his head, glimpsing a large ship sailing upstream, though he couldn’t quite tell where the chanting voices were coming from.

When the eunuch shrieked, the surroundings instantly fell silent. Forgetting their discussion of the prince, everyone’s gaze focused on the entrance of the main hall.

Back in the inner room, hearing Xie Yuanfu shamelessly propose she become his concubine, she could no longer restrain the urge to kill him herself. She fled, transforming all her hatred into a sickening urge to vomit.

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Passing a patch of grass, he saw something reflecting light but said nothing, merely pointing casually to the right.

I smiled and was about to head to the outpatient hall, when I saw a tall, upright man being ushered out of the emergency room by a nurse.

Liu Chiting squinted at the man, who was startled and quickly turned his head away, pretending not to have seen Liu Chiting.

“No need for pleasantries, just say what you need to say.” Ye Tian waved his hand, signaling for the other to get straight to the point.

If there was no breakthrough on this trip, then all the grievances endured before would have been for nothing.

Mu Zhiyi raised her hand high, frightening Gu Zihan, who tightly shut his eyes. Yet the expected pain did not come, and Gu Zihan cautiously opened his eyes.

Everyone could see it: the trembling black mist, swirling and shifting like clouds, was probably some kind of insect gathering together. Still, no one could tell exactly what kind.

Qin Heng shook his head indifferently, his expression utterly unmoved, not even raising his eyelids.

It was a subtle shift in mindset; in the world of martial artists, power was everything. It was realistic, and cruel.

That black blood was tyrannical to the extreme; wherever it touched, everything dissolved into nothingness, eerily domineering.

All arrangements had been made. The only ones left on site were Touch Tentacle Zhang, Bloodthirsty Demon, Ghost Rakshasa, Luo Weiwei, and himself.

The armor could almost be said to have been made right under Newton’s nose. He had long since understood his old friend Sleepy Mirage well, so of course he knew Erusa would come straight for him. The night before, he’d already asked Newton about the latest effects of Erusa’s armor.

“The summit is lively, so a poor monk naturally wants to join in.” Liao Fang said vaguely, gnawing on a chicken leg.

Linghu Li nodded, lifting his foot and walking step by step towards Mingye. One step—death. What would he become in the next life? A person? A tree? An animal? Was Mingye to search for him across this world? Was the Heart-Transplanting Pearl to return to Mingye’s body?

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Lin Junhong’s rage was finally about to erupt. He clenched his teeth until they ground, his left hand unconsciously slipping into his pocket.

On the ‘throne’ sat a tall, burly man, bald and browless, robust and muscular. He stroked the few hairs on his chin, gazing at the huge black hyena below the dais.

At the source of magical attributes, under the most frenzied command, the controlled core ministers pounced upon Ares like wild beasts.

“Damn!” Guo Rong summoned his courage to curse, advancing rather than retreating. His massive cannon fired repeatedly, stunning the brain-eating zombies who tried to approach.

Wang Jin shook his head, “This isn’t suitable for the elderly.” One piece wouldn’t matter, but he didn’t want that old man eating it.

Qiu Mu originally wanted to refuse, but time was up and he was pushed onto the stage. At the host’s cue, he reluctantly drew a red ball from the lottery box.

Zhang Zhao smiled meaningfully, then extended his hand, “Entrust your back to your partner.” The two clasped hands and smiled at each other.

Picking up his phone, Chen Bo smiled slightly, shook it twice at Ruoshui, then pressed the speaker key.

Wenger, being sensible, knew Hugo had begun to shift strategies—trusting Italian players, trusting young players, reducing the South American elements in the team.

“Cute?” Diluka tilted her head, thinking it over. She simply couldn’t associate the demon leader who had deceived her feelings with the word ‘cute.’

For him, he had never feared defeat—only that he could not tolerate failing continuously.

This relentless pursuit truly proved the old saying: attack is the best defense.

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