Chapter 47: The Role of Scientific Research

Phil looked at Feng Xu with extreme urgency, a line of cold sweat sweeping across his brow, his eyes coldly scanning the people behind him. Of course, everyone present knew this was the president of the chamber of commerce; although temporary, he held sway over their wages and fates. In an instant, they turned and hurriedly departed, leaving the once lively hall empty save for Phil and Feng Xu.

“Don’t tell me you…”

Elsewhere, after arriving at a certain spot, Second Master Tang ordered the guards to open the door. He strolled inside and, pointing proudly at the towering wooden shelves on either side, began to introduce them to Mu Qianshan. Just then, a shadow suddenly appeared above Mu Qianshan’s head, descending agilely from the jagged stone wall like a gazelle or leopard. In the blink of an eye, the figure was upon them, brushing past Mu Qianshan and heading straight for the wounded Luo Shoujun.

The abyss was deep. Even though the Violet-Eyed Demon Bull was a tier-three beast with thick hide, it would still be smashed to pieces from such a fall.

“How did your teacher instruct you, to speak so flippantly?” Bing Lianxin couldn’t help but remark. A disciple from the grand Tiandou Academy speaking this way—her words were full of disapproval.

Ten miles away, Gu Qing was leaping across large stone fragments. Upon spotting a distant crimson glow, she halted. Before her stood an ancient tower radiating a blue light.

“Same old trick,” Zuo Qingshan muttered with disdain. With a twist of his sword, brilliant sword rays pierced the very fabric of space, shooting towards the figure behind the sword shadow. At the same time, his feet shifted in a subtle, intricate step, and his body, entwined with streams of sword light, disappeared behind that shadow.

“Why are you snatching my things? I refined that myself! Damn it!” Xie Tong was utterly exasperated. Was the Dragon Emperor sending you to reward me or to rob me?

Gu Qing had learned of the location for the Blood Trial ahead of time—truly a boon. This information was worth not just fifty thousand gold coins, but half a million.

The Venomous Fang Serpent’s lightning-fast attack was incredibly fierce. As soon as the ice shield appeared, one serpent head crashed against it, shattering it instantly. Before Li Qiner could turn and flee, the other serpent head was already upon her.

A look of delight crossed Yao Jing’s face. She vividly remembered racing this very bicycle through the bustling city. Back then, she’d gone to great lengths to investigate, not because speeding was illegal, but out of envy—why couldn’t she be the one racing on a bicycle?

“Oh, you don’t know—Xingtian the Great Warrior is the universe’s foremost god of war! Back in the day, he slaughtered a hundred thousand heavenly soldiers without leaving a single survivor!” Zilai’s eyes widened with awe and reverence.

Hua Qingyi nodded and gently stroked Ai Xianger’s hair, which still carried a faint, soothing fragrance.

The Japanese forces were insufficient, and the puppet troops had always relied on borrowed authority, lacking real combat strength. Previously, they could rely on sturdy fortifications, barbed wire, and trenches to fend off the Eighth Route Army, who lacked proper assault weapons. But once the Eighth Route Army obtained artillery, these puppet troops immediately lost their nerve.

After Pojun grew up, he yearned to join the Seven Stars Alliance and desperately wanted to see the Demon Spirit. Despite trying every method, he never managed to get it from Grandpa Moke, and was even discovered in the act.

Jian Qing reached into the void and produced a vessel of unknown make before Li Tianyou. In moments, it was filled with water.

The Old Man of Seclusion awoke at some unknown hour. He walked into the main hall and gazed at Hua Qingyi. “What did you just say? Bu Dianjing is dead?” In an instant, the Old Man of Seclusion seemed to age several more years.

Yun Shuang was not wrong. In pursuit of her own happiness, she could do no wrong. Yet, happiness cannot be built on oppression and forceful exaction. Such actions only breed disgust and gradually turn a person into a madman.