Chapter 38: The Modern Society's Fake Heiress Actress Known as a Vase (38)

Jiang Youan hurriedly checked his phone and discovered that all the scandals had been thoroughly debunked:

Zhao Zhongyu was beaten because of sexual harassment against Xianduo—accompanied by video footage, along with statements from other female artists who had fallen victim to his groping.

At the Starlight Awards, Xianduo was actually discussing business with the investor, the Chairman of the Gu Corporation, accompanied by a group photo taken at the time with Director Zheng Yi and Su Jinian—though the Chairman's face was not visible, only a hand wearing a family crest ring appeared in the frame.

There was original video footage of the assistant helping to change her shoes. Meanwhile, Guibao checked the golden hawk inside the spirit beast pouch. Having swallowed the inner core of a Golden Core stage cultivator, the hawk had fallen into a deep sleep, though whether it could break through its beast rank as a result remained unknown.

As for myself, I was currently in a state of utter breakdown. The moment the first treasure-seeking rat bit down on me, that familiar sensation caused my body to tremble uncontrollably.

Lihuo and the others waited quietly inside the barrier for the onslaught to end. After an unknown length of time, the wind blades finally began to subside.

Yang Yi had also spent a hefty sum to invite two doctors from elsewhere, scattered quicklime, sun-dried the bedding... and even began hunting rats. Through this flurry of rigorous measures, the epidemic in Locke County was finally brought under control. Even so, dozens of the elderly, the weak, the sick, and the disabled had already perished. Enraged, Yang Yi issued a call for everyone in the county to slaughter the rats.

During peacetime, the Manichean zealots used extremely brutal methods to massacre non-believers, so-called heretics, and scholars, monks, Taoists, and doctors whom they labeled as infidels. Yet, when the disaster finally befell them, they were utterly paralyzed with shock.

Some frenzied soldiers of the Sizhou army spent whole days outside the city slaughtering people for sport, spreading word that once Qichun was taken, not even a dog or chicken would be left alive.

"You should have said so sooner." Lin Yu chuckled, loosening his grip and pinching her pretty cheek.

"Still not leaving? Waiting to have dinner here?" Hu Ying looked somewhat displeased at the impeccably dressed group. In truth, Hu Ying also longed to make herself look dazzling, but she simply couldn't get used to wearing such clothes—after all, she was an assassin who had often licked blood off the edge of a blade.

Was she wrapping up a scheme she had orchestrated for Ziyu Textiles, or was Song Yunxi setting a trap for her to walk into?

The gods are fair to all races. They bestowed upon the elves the highest talent, granted humans the greatest potential, and gave the beastmen the strongest physical endurance and destructive power. Their self-healing abilities made both elves and humans sigh in envy, which was why the beastmen served as the mightiest shield of this continent.

This shop was quite interesting; a sofa was placed by the entrance, upon which several sleeping cats were curled up, snuggling against each other in perfect harmony.

Chaos had erupted in the watch shop. Whether it was Li Meili or the customers who had come to buy watches, everyone was now looking toward Lin Yuan.

Who would have expected that whenever the topic turned to schoolwork, Second Grandpa would turn dead serious. Xie Gui inherently lacked high aptitude, and because of this, he felt an immense and unwarranted amount of tension.

For those suitable selections, spirit pearls were used to trade for goods, while some transactions were conducted through barter.

The disdain stemmed naturally from the fact that Li Yang's cultivation had dissipated, reducing him to the level of an ordinary person, rendering him unworthy of sitting on equal footing with them.

Facing this unknown Golden Core expert, only King Yu, a Golden Core expert himself, stood a chance of resisting him.

Xuanbei, in particular, had his chest pierced by a punch from the Tiger Ancestor, surviving only due to the formidable vitality and self-healing power of the Golden Core realm.

"Brother Think-Twice, whether I am the top scorer is something you know best in your heart! If not for those point deductions, worthy old Tang here would have scored a perfect mark!" Tang Seng slurred, his face flushed red with alcohol, his steps veering slightly off course.

Please cherish the numbered tags in your hands, contestants. Each of you has only one chance; missing it will be considered an abstention, and no late-comers will be accommodated.

Hearing these words, Zhou Chao felt his eye sockets inexplicably grow a bit hot. Filled with deep emotion and the strong conviction that he had come to the right place, he nodded heavily and turned to leave.