Chapter 102: Money Is the Least Valuable Resource

"Robert, this is Van Lung, Mr. Long."

"My Chinese compatriot, and the owner of this restaurant—he insisted on coming to visit us."

Back in the room, Lin Ran introduced them.

McNamara stood up and shook Long Sifan’s hand: "Mr. Long, nice to meet you."

Long Sifan smiled as he shook McNamara’s hand, wondering if this was the influence Professor Lin wielded in Washington.

If he had come alone, he wouldn’t have been welcomed—he’d have been cursed out.

Luo Zhujun sat atop Da Niu, playing his long flute in the wind, his expression calm—until he saw Chu Yun return.

As time passed, the once chaotic room grew tidy.

Lu Feng was most heartbroken that Li Jing’er had not noticed his presence—would it be the same if Cao Ge were in his place?

Liu Xuan knew this was no time to freeze—he swiftly pulled out his phone and dialed Pan An.

Upon entering the banquet hall, Mu Yao was stunned by the lively scene; though she had never attended a corporate annual party, she assumed large companies held events just like this one by Dawn Corporation.

At this moment, Li Jingshu felt uneasy. Hearing that Li Lingyue was coming, she—who usually concealed her emotions—could not help but betray a hint of gloom. Yet the instant Li Lingyue entered the hall, she displayed her usual warmth and generosity.

Steve left Natasha a communicator, instructing her to contact him anytime something happened.

When Hu Yuxuan saw Yang Yu’s stubborn streak kick in, she said nothing—instead, she quietly reheated his meal and brought it to his desk.

The ten remaining Spirit Vein cultivators stared at Zhuang Yu as if they’d seen a ghost, their faces filled with shock.

Black flames surrounded them, clinging to the trees yet never consuming them.

A deafening roar echoed through the auditorium, and before the students appeared Hao Lan, sprinting full speed toward the school gate with a loaf of bread in hand; behind him, Tang Longyue chased relentlessly, eyes blazing red.

Yet to gain such a boon as Star Cloud, I should be content—what is called transcending the Three Realms and escaping the Five Elements, I have already achieved. Still, even I do not know what level my current power truly belongs to.

As he walked and calculated, Yun Jie arrived at Lin Yi’s dormitory. Without knocking, he pushed the door open.

The news spread, shaking the Great Zhou and stunning the world. At first, people refused to believe it—but then an imperial decree was issued, confirming it beyond doubt.

"He was taken to the Student Union for questioning about today’s events," Sun Xu said, setting down his cup and leaning closer.

Senior Han Lingyue frowned. She felt something was about to happen—not to her, but to Shen Wanyi.

The carriage drew nearer; as Lin Xiao lifted the curtain, he saw the mist-shrouded peaks faintly visible, and his brow tightened.

"Who is the true sovereign is no longer up to you to decide. Do you truly believe I would let you stroll freely to my presence? Look behind you. Today, all matters shall be settled." Mie Tian sneered.

The Dragon Shock Palm has an ancient lineage, its origin at least a million years old; had it not been for chance, Lin Xiao would never have known such a palm technique existed—let alone anyone else. Thus, though the crowd murmured, none recognized it.

Now, his success rate in refining low-grade pills was stably around eighty percent—an astonishing rate few could achieve; even a master alchemist would struggle to reach such a level.

Xue Tong, thirty zhang away, remained unaffected—but the familiar black smoke startled him. Gong Renchou’s soul arts far surpassed Gong Dazong’s; the black smoke needed no form to unleash its power.