Chapter 129: What Nonsense Are You Spouting?

Two months later, the film's pre-production work officially concluded, and it was poised to enter the principal photography phase.

Aside from the two leads, who were newcomers, the second male and female leads were somewhat well-known. Ouyang, at forty-five, had also brought in several big-name stars to make cameo appearances as the protagonists' parents or friends.

Seeing this cast, Fang Zhiyin felt even more pressured. Logically speaking, she had completed the script and brought in experienced screenwriters to help polish and refine it, so the subsequent events shouldn't have much to do with her. Yet, for some reason, she felt a persistent sense of unease.

The male lead was named Cui Wen, and the female lead was Gu Na. Neither had any acting experience; they were like blank slates. Ouyang Junyan, at forty-five, believed that this film could—

The guardian of the Thousand Kings Sacred Ground stood suspended in the air, divine power permeating the heavens. Hovering amidst the thousand gods and demons, a mocking smirk deepened on his increasingly youthful face.

Not far away, Abe no Seimei offered a helpless, bitter smile. Had this been before, killing a dozen people like Liu Haoran with a single slap would have been effortless. But now, he didn't even have the strength to stand. At the same time, he sensed the killing intent radiating from Liu Haoran as he looked his way.

The dozen or so people began to jeer sarcastically; they had thought they were about to be expelled from the Feng Shui Association, but they had not expected such a reversal.

However, Lord Ting did not want to bow to this overwhelming pressure. As a high-ranking official dispatched by the Alliance of Cultivators, he shouldn't have been mired in the local struggle for power; maintaining neutrality and upholding order was his true duty.

Lin Yu seemed to have anticipated her non-sequitur. He followed her gaze and only then realized the extent of the changes in this place. Although this was his first time hearing the secret mentioned by Principal Lu, his old-fox instincts had perhaps led him to deduce it long ago.

The ruthlessness he had cultivated while dismantling the car theft syndicate had not yet fully dissipated. Given that he had just swept through the thieves to openly control the local underground, anyone daring to stir up trouble would be courting death.

Huangpu Bunai let out a miserable shriek, seemingly unable to accept reality, but Qin Yu launched his second lethal strike.

Liu Yizhi kicked Li Xuanji to the ground, picked up a broom from the corner, ripped off its stainless steel handle, and began to rain heavy blows down upon Li Xuanji's head and face.

A month later, Dong Zhanyun went to the sect where Xu Jing resided—the Wan Hua Sect. Having never received a token from Xu Jing, Dong Zhanyun could not enter recklessly and had to wait at the gate to request an audience. After a while, instead of Xu Jing, a man with a sinister, vulture-like gaze approached Dong Zhanyun with a gloomy face.

"Oh, no." Shuang Yanhao leaned back against his office chair in exhaustion, pressing his hands to his forehead and rubbing it incessantly.

A ghost soldier silently dragged Dong Zhanyun away, separating him from the other spirits. "Excuse me, brother, where are we going?" Dong Zhanyun asked quietly. "To the Ten Thousand Underworld Monarchs' Asura Field of the Underworld," the ghost soldier replied curtly.

She knew the Ghost Clan had no other retreat; it was either fight or perish together!

"Li Heizi specifically emphasized over the phone that he wanted that piece of land belonging to the sect!" Shi Daoran said dejectedly, before falling into deep thought.

"You list the road construction plans for your jurisdiction, and we will be responsible for the building," Chen Ning directed.

Cui Feng narrowed his eyes, peering down into the cliffside against the wind pressure. Within seconds, the stone monkey's form was swept away and vanished into the gale.

A blade swung down toward his head; the wind of the strike parted Chen Yi's long hair. At that moment, Chen Yi’s eyes narrowed, and he made a startling move: he slammed his feet hard into the ground, further accelerating his speed, and charged headlong into the great blade.

Nosebleeds were gushing, blood was boiling, internal organs were wailing, skin was splitting, muscles were breaking down, vision was blurring, eyeballs were necrotizing, hearing was fading, and ears were tearing.

"If we look at it that way, this membrane should be harmless to us," the Young Master said, looking at the invisible defensive barrier before him and taking a light step forward.

"What are you doing? Have you lost your mind, girl?" The armpit was the most sensitive part of the human body. Xiao Junru’s tickling forced Chu Yang to roll on the ground in laughter.