Chapter Eighty-Nine: Our Time Beats the Great Drum Behind Us (7/10 Seeking First Subscription)

The novel’s central proposition, the one that truly touched the core issue it raised for the literary world, and the one that sparked a real debate about realist fiction, finally pushed The Fitting Mirror into the center of the storm.

The gist of the criticism was this:

“The soul of realism lies in truth rooted in collective life, not in the idealistic fantasies of imitating Western modernism. The Fitting Mirror, with its so-called ‘showing the image through a fitting mirror’ style, evades the mainstream narrative of how working people create value within the collective.”

Mai Yi and the fighter showed no mercy at all. As usual, they picked a few things they did not like to eat, and sent everything else up to the table.

The fighter then bent his arm and said, “Drinking affects muscle growth. Of course I won’t drink.” As he spoke, he even put on an expression of disapproval toward the rest of them.

Zhou Chen walked up to me and looked down at me. Under the dim light, I saw a flicker of murderous intent pass through his eyes.

Most of them were only unconscious, but the Church of Brahma was merciless: every one of them had its skull smashed open with a staff, then was instantly refined into medicinal corpses.

Shi Wei was different from them. She had seen too much of the world’s cruelty, too many partings and deaths. She was far more clear-sighted than Mai Yi and the others.

Of course, in the Great Luo Heaven, there was another immortal sect that had to be mentioned: the Palace of Eternal Life. Very few people knew that the true possessor of the Daoist nine-character secret, the “Soldier Formula,” was the Palace of Eternal Life. But the palace had never lived up to its name, for no one had ever truly refined the Soldier Formula to achieve genuine immortality and return to youth.

The Celestial Master of Freedom now looked like an anemic patient. Anyone who was not blind could tell that he was in very poor condition. If someone provoked him, it would certainly expose the truth, and then everything would be over.

His body trembled without stop, shaking like a fallen leaf. “I can’t forget it. When I close my eyes, they appear before me. They appear before me, drenched in blood.”

Hu Meier was startled and reached out to grab his hand, only to see a tear roll from the corner of his eye.

A police officer used Wang Bo’s phone to call that number. After ten rings, no one still answered.

Being afraid of Murong Xue was one thing; wanting to live was another. When the desire to survive outweighed fear, Chen Wen naturally took action.

From the intelligence he had gathered, Zou Chi had certainly run into trouble, so he was convinced that Zou Chi had fallen into the Black Stone Army’s trap.

The League of Heroes, assembled by the combined strength of the entire world, had grown in a short time into a colossal power. Its center of authority was designated the Holy Land, built on an isolated island overseas to signify neutrality.

At first, Yun Fei had thought that, following Zhou Weiguo’s instructions, only Vulture and Xing Yi would accompany him. He had not expected Wang Laoshi to take the initiative and insist on coming along.

Xue’er cried out in shock and suddenly opened her eyes, only to find that Yun Fei’s eyes were open too, studying her with a strange expression.

As Lin Youran washed herself, she sang a modern pop song, wholly immersed in her own music, completely unaware that in one corner there was a pair of eyes watching her the whole time, listening to the tune she sang.

At that moment, dragon chants rang out one after another. Golden light blazed above the Purple Micro Palace, and nine five-clawed golden dragons, fully formed with whiskers and scales, soared into the sky.

I froze for a moment, then thought it over briefly and said, “A chance meeting is all. No need to say more.” Joking aside, a code name had to sound imposing and grand; with time so tight, I could not come up with one on the spot. Without even looking at them, I went straight off to find Snowfall.

That bastard had actually compared her to food. What was that about a dead fish’s body, about not being fresh enough? If he dared to touch her, she would make sure he never saw the sun tomorrow.

“This fruit contains a great deal of energy. Eating too much of it is actually harmful, so please help yourselves,” Li Yang said with a grin. With one crunch, he bit off a large chunk of the half-glass fruit in his hand.

For some reason, although this was the first time I had ever seen that treasured sword, I felt an instant unwillingness to let it go. But considering how it had driven so many people outside into madness and unconsciousness, I remained cautious and dared not grow too close to it.