Chapter 90: Funding, of Course, the More the Better (9/10)

"Landing on the moon is just the first step," Lin Ran changed tack. "Next, we plan to build a space station—in simple terms, a large laboratory in space where scientists can go to conduct experiments. Spaceflight can't just be a budget item; it must deliver real-world value..."

To be honest, Lin Ran’s speech was deeply moving, but the cold, hard figure of two billion dollars on the report reminded every congressman present: dreams are beautiful, yet reality is brutally harsh.

"What business is it of yours?" the Empress snapped, silencing Haitang. A servant—who in this room wasn’t a master? When masters speak, does a servant dare interrupt?

The Sect Master hesitated, but ultimately chose to trust Beidou, though he had no idea what Beidou intended to do.

"Among the Four Realms, you are the first to speak to me this way!" Luo Qianli frowned, puzzled why this girl had suddenly become curious about his identity—but her neutral words left him no grounds for anger.

Not just him—others heard the strange sound too. The thirty-odd Canadian soldiers who had entered the dense forest to clear the battlefield had also noticed it; they huddled together, FAL assault rifles trained on the woods, watching the source of the sound with extreme caution.

Ruo Li sat alone on another bamboo chair, gazing at the rippling pond alongside Qing Chen. For a long while, neither spoke.

"That’s not up to you," Cang He growled, his temper flaring. His eyes instantly turned blood-red, radiating a sinister, ruthless intensity.

Chu Yunlian’s face was blocked by An Ran; only her wide, terrified, disbelieving eyes remained visible, watching as Ling Chen’s merciless sword plunged straight toward An Ran’s back.

Though the Ghost Mother Goddess was still lost in the joy of reuniting with her child, she was no ordinary being—just as Luo Hongxuan charged toward her, she clutched her child, vanished in a flash.

"Your Majesty, it’s all her! She said Miss Qin Mei is an assassin! She said Qin Mei is a fox spirit! It’s all her!" Empress Gu, desperate to shift blame, didn’t care about decorum anymore.

"What?" Qin Mei looked up at Chen Xiaotian, her pink lips parting, cheeks flushed slightly. For a moment, Chen Xiaotian was spellbound.

"No, the space below seems huge—I dug a little and just lost the will to keep going." Zhang Heng emerged from the water and changed into dry clothes.

"Soft as tender shoots, fragrant as flowers—truly a master’s touch," Meng Que said, his tone deep. He sounded nostalgic, yet his voice was detached.

"Fine, fine... you love him, do you? Then the Prince shall make you understand who your husband is—who you’ll spend your life with!" He swept Zihuan into his arms and flew to the lake behind the mansion.

Ye Xinghan looked at Luo Yao like this—she was simply too adorable. He smiled faintly and lowered his head.

Days passed. Since news spread that Long Wushuang had become lost in the Great Wilderness Maze, he had vanished from everyone’s sight. Several months had gone by; the mortal world had already entered early summer.

At the moment of the explosion, he had no time to react—let alone dodge—he was crushed instantly. Left Feng, utterly unprepared, fainted on the spot.

At that moment, several screams rang out—it was Tyson, returning unseen, having assassinated two bandits before vanishing back into the darkness.

Across the vast ocean, Long Wushuang rode a single bottle through the sky alone. He didn’t know where Luo Ying was, so he searched wildly, instinctively believing she had returned to Tongtian Sect. He flew furiously toward Kunzhou Continent, heading for Tongtian Sect.

Duan Ke’s voice was deafening—it startled the tens of thousands of refugees, and echoed repeatedly through the empty dining hall.

Moreover, Liu Dong deliberately refrained from using his teleportation ability. This was the perfect chance to improve himself—he wouldn’t miss it.