Chapter 51: Achilles' Heel

Gao Zhenhai moved swiftly. Under Professor Zhou’s guidance, he quickly identified the Italian SACMI hot-filling production line as the procurement target and embarked on intense negotiations. The other party quoted 380,000 Hong Kong dollars; including the supporting vacuum degassing tanks, cooling troughs, and locally assembled filling stations, the total budget approached 500,000 Hong Kong dollars. After several grueling rounds of back-and-forth bargaining, Gao Zhenhai leveraged the rising reputation of Chen Ji and the promise of future orders to secure favorable terms.

With that said, Jiang Yikang’s figure crossed over the thousand teeth barrier, drifting lightly away, gradually vanishing into the darkness. As he spoke, Tian Jue waved his hand, sending a gust of wind toward Jiang Yikang. The violent whirlwind surrounding Jiang Yikang dissipated instantly, leaving no trace. The heavenly warrior Gao Da demonstrated immense power through multiple interventions, causing nations to frown in concern.

Fortunately, the instability did not escalate. After the inquiry, the four of them simultaneously stepped back and, with remarkable tacit understanding, gestured politely toward Wang Lang, inviting him forward.

During the soul search, Pan Wufeng acted automatically; the glutinous rice in the jar began to diminish as if a fierce ghost were stealthily devouring it, accompanied by the grinding sound of gnashing teeth. “I have money; why can’t I live well? Why must I live like those around me?” a gray-clad guardian said defiantly.

The world’s earliest magical circuits gathered into a supreme weapon, born from the ancient primordial magical currents that shattered the boundaries of time and space to converge in the modern era, revealing the original form of magic—powerful, wild, grand, and perilous.

“Damn it! Who’s not a man here?” He Mengxin, unable to resist the provocation, accepted the Energy Boost talisman and tucked it into his pocket.

In the next moment, under everyone’s gaze, a massive silver bolt of lightning descended from the center of the black clouds, connecting heaven and earth. Within this colossal silver lightning, a burly figure slowly floated down.

The artificial lake at Tiancheng Polytechnic University was vast, with a ring of towering trees planted along one side of the lakeside road.

Several days later, a radiant yellow light barrier, resembling an earthen wall, stretched before them, extending from sky to earth as far as the eye could see. This light barrier bore a striking resemblance to the forbidden barrier that once led to the second spatial dimension.

“I swear by my words, no need for further explanation, fair lady! I am willing to learn your swordsmanship,” Meng Huaiyu declared as he brandished his twin whips.

“Is that alright?” Li Shishi blinked her large, watery eyes, looking at Yu Manman with eager anticipation.

After successfully landing, Rong Zhao rolled nimbly, swiftly avoiding the enormous vines bursting from the ground like a scene from a disaster movie.

Xue Qing opened her mouth but found herself speechless. She understood Ye Chen’s meaning—she cared too much about Langdeng City. How the city would develop was none of her concern. Trialers were mere passersby in the task world; any unnecessary attachments were exceedingly dangerous for them.

Chai Wang frowned as he examined the complicated situation before him, pondering the next move when he suddenly heard a voice.

“Come, I’ll tell you!” Ma Yunfeng crouched down, grabbed the bare-chested youth by the neck, and said firmly.

“Which one should I choose first?” Geng Haoshi moved his mouse, and on the massive monitor screen, a white hand-shaped cursor followed suit.

Some of the information was known to Yuan Chi, but much of it was news to him.

Three days later, Ye Rufeng led a hundred-thousand-strong army to cook at midnight and attack the city at dawn. In just two hours, they captured Chongzhou City. At the same time, the ghost tribe’s army from Wuxian Sea was already at the city’s gates, led by the imposing Purple Armor Qianxun, whose valiant presence was awe-inspiring.

Moro Zixing sneered, then extended a jade-white palm toward Lin Xiao, attempting to seize him.

Xiao Yu grasped the bronze cauldron carefully and examined it closely. Though it appeared to be made of ordinary bronze, upon closer inspection, it was different. The cauldron was harder and felt better to hold than typical bronze.