Chapter Seventy-Five: The Aura of Internet Fame

“Then what kind of person do you think is qualified to dine here?”

“At the very least, someone like me—well-dressed, in designer clothes! That’s what it means to have status. Ordinary people like you simply don’t deserve to eat here!”

“What does it mean to have status? A person’s worth is measured by the contributions they’ve made to society and the respect they command within it…”

Meanwhile, Zhang Kuo immediately deactivated the “Magic Mirror,” frowning as he considered: Li Tianlong is definitely lying. Why is he so determined to kill Min Tiannan? And what did he mean when he said the Southern Kingdom would be in serious trouble?

The middle-aged man presiding as judge glanced at the two contestants. Seeing that both were ready, he didn’t hesitate in the slightest and promptly announced the start of the second match.

Zhou Zhenqing drew a gentle breath and said, “Alright, it’s nearly time. The auditions will officially begin at ten o'clock. Someone will come here to announce each turn, and each time, one of you will go in for your tryout. I hope all of you make it through smoothly.”

After the shareholders had all left the conference room, Lin Feng, who had been smiling throughout, at last revealed his exhaustion. He gave a heavy cough, pulled out his handkerchief, and immediately a thick patch of bright red blood stained it.

With a fierce shout, a chilling, shadowy radiance erupted from within Lu Qingshuang, casting an even more frigid and sinister glow over the hollow between the mountains.

Confronted with such a formidable opponent—the Sacred Lord Xiaoa·White Tiger—the Blazing Phoenix·Vermilion Bird was doomed to suffer a crushing defeat. Yet, she clenched her teeth, refusing to admit defeat from beginning to end.

“So you do have some skills after all.” The Crimson-Feathered Phoenix·Vermilion Bird’s pace had clearly slowed a little. “To withstand my torment up to now… I have to say, even I’m feeling dizzy.” In truth, she herself was starting to feel the world spin.

William Mulan, after all, was not as shameless as William Nana. As long as Fan Fen behaved, there was no need for cruel measures for the time being.

No, if I keep being so passive, I’ll soon end up a corpse. At this thought, Chen Chen decided to take the initiative.

Lin Dongyang knew Dean Zhou Qingwan very well. She was always strict with him and rarely spent money on herself. He could hardly recall seeing her in new clothes—a detail he now realized he’d overlooked.

At this, Li Lingyi finally breathed a sigh of relief. To be honest, he hadn’t expected the contest for the chief commander position to be so fierce. It seemed he’d underestimated things, and in the end, he’d had no choice but to implement this voting system.

The two soldiers understood that they merely needed to go through the motions—after all, they were dealing with a high-ranking officer. If they actually injured him, how would he lead troops in future battles?

As Han Weijun spoke, whether intentionally or not, he suddenly broke into a fit of coughing. Seeing this, Qian Longqiang and Mo Zhenguo exchanged a glance, choosing silence as they waited for Han Weijun to continue.

In an instant, ten golden swords attacked from all directions. But as Tian Xuanzi’s strength waned, the power of his sword techniques was nowhere near what it had been when fighting the Southern Army.

Hearing this, Wang Shen let out a sigh of relief. “Chen Da, explain in detail.” He too found it odd—he knew his own army well. The soldiers from Sizhou were all men of good family, strictly trained and disciplined. How could a mutiny possibly occur?

In less than ten minutes, Wang Sen bowed and left the stage. Some observant individuals noticed a subtle clue; after the host’s brief explanation, they pressed their chosen numbers on the keypads in front of their seats.

The strange letter he had sent to Wang Shen earlier was, in fact, written under the direction of Kong Yanzhou, deliberately exaggerating the city’s defenses to persuade Wang Shen to withdraw his forces.

When he and the others rushed out, only then did Cao Liang remove his armor and look down, discovering a two-inch cut on his chest, bleeding heavily. Any movement sent pain shooting through him, and he found himself utterly drained of strength.