Chapter 3: Opening

The StarNet consisted of two main sections. The first was the social interaction section, which people commonly referred to as the "Discussion Board." Had Lian Fei ever opened it to take a look, she would have found that this section was essentially a combination of various social media websites from her past life, complete with trending searches and official accounts, bearing a striking overall resemblance to Weibo.

The second was the search section, which allowed users to directly look up official websites or other various things. This was the section Lian Fei used most frequently.

The two sections were entirely independent of each other.

Much like the rest of the Sun family, Sun Guiquan possessed formidable footwork. When he lashed out with a kick, both his speed and strength far surpassed his father's.

The golden dragon shifted its massive body in sheer comfort to allow Ye Mang to stroke it, showing seemingly no resistance toward him.

"But what does that have to do with the me of today?" That armor-clad figure was indeed worthy of respect, but I had no desire to become a man like him, nor did I envy him.

At least at that moment, the viewers became even more convinced that this bar was merely a pretentious stunt pulled by the streamer to boost her popularity. As for her claim that the address would be revealed on the gift leaderboard, that was likely just another tactic to rake in money.

After several more days, he finally crossed the vast expanse of the ocean. Relying on his memories, he at last arrived outside the sacred Lotus Sect. Burning a breath-tracking talisman, Qi Jianru personally opened the sect's barrier and came out to welcome Yu Fei.

"It has been a long time... since a human dared to venture here. You certainly have some nerve!" The Demon King did not return the courtesy, instead saying with an icy expression.

"Pfft? Your face is greasy all over, get lost!" Ye Mang cast a look of utter disgust at the muscular man. With another flick of his finger, he lightly tapped the center of the man's forehead, sending him flying like a launched cannonball straight into the dining table.

For this reason, I secretly told myself that it would be best to get along with her peacefully from now on and try my best not to provoke her.

Earlier, when Qin Yixue had kicked him with those bare feet, he had already caught a glimpse of their enchanting beauty without being able to take them in clearly. But now, those jade-like feet encased in black silk lay before Chen Feng like a work of art, left entirely for him to appreciate. The sight made Chen Feng's blood surge with heat.

Without a moment's hesitation, Chen Feng lunged forward like a fierce beast in pursuit of that figure.

Out of the corner of his eye, Gu辰 caught sight of Xing He in the distance, who was still frantically waving his hands. He was about to reveal Muxue's true identity to Xing Min and the others, but a wave of alarm washed over him. Although he felt quite warmly toward the three of them, he realized that the secret of Muxue's identity was far too momentous, leaving him with no choice but to tell a reluctant lie against his conscience.

Amidst his soaring song, he paid no heed to Wang Hong standing before him, nor to the blood gushing freely from his neck. With a sweep of his wide sleeves, he charged madly forward. Even after he had rushed far away, his wild laughter and chant—sounding both like a song and a sob—still echoed through the air.

Tugging frantically at He Qingfan's arm, Nangong Ping'er had completely lost her composure. Seeing He Qingfan in this state broke her heart, causing her a pain that seemed even sharper than if she had experienced it herself.

While Chen Rong chattered on with her endless flattery, Ran Min raised his head. Turning slightly, his ink-dark eyes hidden beneath the bamboo hat held a smile as he looked at a Chen Rong entirely different from the one he used to know.

Clenching his fists tightly, Lin Wei let out a low chuckle, his pupils ablaze with a crazed, triumphant gleam.

Chen Rong gave a soft acknowledgment, extinguished the torch, tucked it away carefully, and taking his hand, leaped upward.

Since wearing any of them would not make her look shameful, why would he care whether she looked pretty in them or not?

Wang Bo looked at He Qingfan in puzzlement. Though he could not fathom what He Qingfan had just remembered, he was certain it must be a matter of grave importance; otherwise, why would his face bear such a look of agony?

"Fine, fine, fine! You two are thick as thieves and share the same blood! I'll leave, alright? I'm leaving!" Overwhelmed by grief and indignation, Nangong Hanyan slammed the door and stormed out. Yet, as he passed by Jin Zhiyan, he could not resist shooting her one last vicious, venomous glare—a look so fraught with murderous intent it seemed he wished he could rip her to shreds on the spot.