Chapter 90

“Fang Qingye, the point about virtual currency in your paper—did you draw inspiration from this paper’s concept of Bitcoin?” asked a female student with two braids.

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For him, was it the chicken or the egg?

But it amounts to the same thing.

“Yes,” Fang Qingye answered frankly.

Not bad—you actually went to foreign websites to research? You can read all this English?

Bai Wei and Hei MS stepped forward with serious expressions, activated the device, and a red glow appeared at the tip, gradually shifting to blue.

Ye Zifan gazed in the direction Xie Tianlei had left and saw a slender figure standing beside the garden rockery.

When the Canadian athlete Brian Johns reached the finish line, nearly all spectators and cameras turned toward Wu Peng—he was straining forward with all his strength, but the gap opened up too early; no matter how hard he tried, he still needed time.

Why did you avoid this time? Didn’t you say it was this time? I thought you’d already made plans—yes, An Ruo had thought exactly that; right now, she desperately wanted this moment. She looked at Lu Ling, no longer expecting or pretending to be serious; her breathing had subtly grown heavier.

In a daze, a crimson wind swept past; Zhi Zi sensed the scent and her spirit wavered. A shadow appeared before her, extending sharp, glowing claws. A blade of light flashed from the left, forcing the shadow to retreat.

Chen Han spoke, glancing sideways slightly, signaling An Ruo to go and see for herself. When An Ruo’s gaze landed on the spot he indicated, the sudden emptiness made her heart jolt.

After Shen Yang left, MacGrady kept pressing him, constantly watching Yao Ming’s expression, as if fearing he might suddenly develop strange mutations.

Soren and Colt couldn’t help but turn toward the east; the aura radiating from the golden light was so immense it stirred awe within them. It wasn’t a demi-god—but the pressure felt like that of one.

“The transformation of Ju Di Gui Yuan Zhan originates primarily from the Yan Lei Zhen Jin within you,” the system replied swiftly.

If not for the extreme rarity of Jin Yu Mu Shi, he wouldn’t waste Longhu Dan Sha; though he had better dan sha, those were reserved for future use. For now, the best cinnabar he possessed was this one—mined from the Longhu Dao Palace, its quality among the top in all Nine Dao Palaces.

“I’m delighted to become friends with Prince Karlups,” Cao Yue also took a glass of red wine from the attendant, clinked it with Prince Karlups, and drained it in one gulp.

Gao Fei is now at the tenth layer of Qi Absorption, with a combat value of points—double that of Dongfang Dadao.

Li Qiyeh explained to Shi Hao in detail the key points to observe in cultivation, then resumed his seclusion.

He regretted having overpromised just now, but words spoken are like water spilled—impossible to retract. He had no choice but to force himself to drink.

By this point, Liang Dong had channeled all his upward momentum into the pair of frost-white goose wings behind him; despite the Lightness Spell’s enhancement, his own body weight still slowed his speed.

The guard, half-skeptical, approached the car, peered inside at the occupant, then finally let him pass.

Lately everyone’s been in poor shape, Ma Jun especially so—but there’s no need to force the mood like this.

Moreover, anyone who first ascends the Emperor’s Ancient Path immediately collapses, often dying from grievous injuries. It’s exceedingly difficult to kill an Immortal King or Semi-Emperor—but the Emperor’s Ancient Path is an absolute exception.

“Plant seedlings in spring, weed in summer, harvest grain in autumn, plow in winter. Throughout the four seasons, people are always busy.”

Meanwhile, the other man was far from relaxed. His entire aura radiated iron and blood; anyone seeing him at first glance would tense up. Though his eyes were aged, their aggression was fierce. The scar across his face carried no ugliness—instead, it immediately inspired solemn respect.