Chapter 45

Yet when the moment actually arrived, the two of them discovered that the gap between ideal and reality was as vast as the distance between heaven and earth.

I am someone who believes that future technology will save the world, so I have no intention of learning how to write while compromising oneself to avoid the "Wind-Forest-Fire-Mountain style pitfalls." A person with vision should not waste time on a skill that will be obsolete within two or three years.

Previously, a clump of hair suspected to be from a wildman was auctioned off for just tens of thousands of dollars, but now, three hairs from an enraged gorilla have surpassed fifteen million dollars.

They had sufficient capital to fail, and they could afford to fail endlessly, but neither the Atilla Empire nor the United Federated Kingdom possessed that luxury. Even in the face of such glorious victories, they could not sustain them.

"Is this paltry sum even worth my trouble? At the very most it's around three to four hundred thousand, what would be the point of getting my hands on it! If I want silver dollars, can't my buddy just buy them in the marketplace?" Wen Xu said nonchalantly.

The wretched wails and desperate pleas echoing from the military prefect's office traveled from afar, ceaseless and grating to the ear.

"It's simple, I can explain it in just two or three sentences. Shida, Sanpo, and I have dug up some truffles here, and the sizes are quite decent. Send someone reliable over here to collect them," Wen Xu said.

"Fellow Daoist Dongfang, is there truly no other way?" Hearing this, even Xinhong grew somewhat anxious.

With his hands clasped behind his back, he gazed out the window at the purple bamboo rustling in the wind. They stood upright like writing brushes reaching straight toward the heavens, yet someone had deliberately pruned their tips, preventing them from soaring directly into the blue sky and forcing them to match the exact height of the hermitage.

Nangong Ling and An Xin instantly reined in all other emotions, sharpening their focus and pricking up their ears. What a coincidence—had they just happened to overhear someone admonishing Prince Cheng?

However, unlike ordinary orchids, this particular orchid could at least be considered a spiritual herb, yet it seemed strangely fond of embedding itself deep within flowerbeds. When Mingxin originally instructed the puppet automaton to find a place for it, the orchid's vitality only surged magnificently when it was close to that ornamental flower patch, showing no fear of other plants stealing its nutrients.

Lord Changsun's expression turned grave. Not only must all five scholars be gathered, but the Holy Emperor must personally step forward as well—could the situation truly be this severe?

This area was used as the office space for the school's leadership figures; under normal circumstances, ordinary students and teachers were never permitted on the top floor.

"Cough, cough, cough!" Madam Fan began to cough violently. What kind of sins had she committed in her past life to deserve being interrogated like this by her own grandson?

She only vaguely recalled that among the people who used to be close to her Elder Brother Yi, there indeed seemed to be someone named Lin Zisheng, and the two of them appeared to have the closest relationship of all.

Yun Tingfeng withdrew his gaze from the chessboard, smiling and nodding at Yun Shu. "Xier's senior maid."

He had never imagined that the depth of Fengxue's feelings for him could reach such an extreme. Without her... would he no longer be able to survive?

To be dragging their feet like this right at the final championship match was nothing short of deliberately stalling and causing trouble.

Furthermore, Bian Zibai would likely need to rely on the support of the State of Wei afterward, as it was clearly impossible for the Upper Army to independently resist the forces of Zhao.

Yan Qingyin poured in a portion of water, leaving precisely enough room for seven scoops of formula, then scooped out seven spoonfuls from the tin. Afterward, she rubbed the baby bottle between her palms to thoroughly dissolve and mix the powder with the water.

Although Lin Shihao had a foul temper, he was still a loyal and righteous person, which earned him a few genuine friends in the class.

Yet now, things did not seem quite that simple. As Zou Ying was led away by her subordinates, the anxiety in Lu Yuxin's heart slowly began to subside.

The First Madam smiled amiably, completely unperturbed. She ought to have been thirty-eight years old, but she easily looked twenty-eight.

Ning Zhiyao felt a bit perplexed upon hearing Gu Mochen's words, but since he did not elaborate further, and she had no hobby of prying into people's privacy, the matter simply drifted away.

Tan Ziming glanced at his watch and said, "Seven-thirteen, still early. I'm going to get some sleep too." As he spoke, he began to strip off his clothes.

She patted her own face, staring at the reflection in the mirror that was virtually identical to her past life, and suddenly fell into a daze. Had she truly transmigrated?

Hearing this, Zhao Siheng suddenly remembered that he had also brought some other items along, and immediately grabbed Gu Qingyu by the hand as he dashed outside.

Exhaling a long breath, Feng Yuanyuan tilted her head back, her eyes fixed on the chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Lowering her phone, she used both hands to firmly massage the back of her neck.

As soon as military training concluded, two consecutive days of the weekend followed to allow everyone to recover. Official classes were set to begin the coming Monday, and having just survived what felt like hell itself to most people, everyone finally breathed a complete sigh of relief, determined to spend these two days properly relaxing.

"Those bastards from Radiant Morning Star aren't following us, are they?" Alex asked breathlessly as he ran.

Once sentient beings generate certain emotions—whether love or hate—they unconsciously emit a form of spiritual energy. These microorganisms then devour spiritual energy of varying natures, transforming it into either black karmic force or white karmic merit.

However, among them, the most formidable entity was a lazy mystic tortoise that despised movement and spent the entire day simply sleeping.

Du Chengxiao displayed an impartial attitude, objectively comparing the industry landscapes of several enterprises before inquiring about their core development directions for the future—which, put simply, was their ambition.

When he turned his head and saw that all the members of the Provincial Discipline Inspection Commission were standing there with their jaws dropped, staring straight at him, Ye Qingquan suddenly snapped back to reality. It dawned on him that one needed to maintain a low profile in life; regardless of how one looked at it, he was now a Director at the full division level. Losing his composure in a moment of excitement had completely stripped away his dignified leadership persona.