Chapter 242: 236 Heartbreaking Sorrow (5k)

Despite WeChat facing potential funding gaps and Yu Xing’s deep concern, the moment he left the CEO’s office, his face regained its smile.

Meanwhile, WeChat also received good news similar to Baixiaosheng’s: as project development neared completion, the company secured a $5 million Series A investment from Red Falcon Capital.

This funding had already been known to WeChat’s senior leadership, but releasing it now was meant to better motivate the team.

Lei Hao roared, bringing down his black blade—*bang*—it struck the round shield in an unnatural manner, shattering it instantly and unleashing a massive force that slammed into Old Wan behind, sending him flying.

Upon returning to the main camp, Xue Bing had not yet sat down in his tent when his personal guards arrived with the army’s best medics.

On the weapon ranking, the Xuanyuan Sword still held first place; on the jewelry ranking, the Protective Jade Pendant, the Sacred Spirit, and the Sumeru all ranked within the top twenty; on both the mount and summon beast rankings, they firmly occupied the number one positions.

However, Hei Pi and the others’ situation was unknown to Lei Hao’s five-man team, who had plunged deep into the Frozen Wasteland. After hours of relentless sprinting, darkness had swallowed all sight—yet they still pressed forward with unwavering focus toward the northwest.

Despite the Song Dynasty’s advanced state, if a modern middle school student’s knowledge were introduced now, it would still shock the world; if widely adopted, it could drive societal transformation beyond imagination.

Yet as she witnessed all this, Qu Lingyan’s beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, but she remained utterly calm.

"You demons, since you've come, why hide? Are you afraid to show your faces?" Wang Yijie sneered, gazing toward another direction in the dense forest.

I once said that long before reaching level thirty-five, I had already decided my vocation goal—to become a War Warrior.

The Tongtian Tower reappeared in Tanlang City; one of the two demonic realm’s S-class bosses, Kuafu, fled, while Chiyou was sealed beneath the Tongtian Tower. The once-unstoppable demonic flames were finally driven back, one by one, into the demonic realm by the united resistance of the mortal world.

Hidden within it lay boundless lethal intent. Wang Zha’s pupils contracted; he activated the Divine Warrior Codex’s inner energy technique, drawing in the mist’s qi with a violent pull. The mist dispersed—he reached out, seized the hidden cigarette, and felt his arm go slightly numb.

The utterly delighted Chen Meiren never imagined that at this very moment, her back was fully exposed to a killer’s gaze.

Dongfang Han smiled: “No problem, don’t worry—it won’t work.” He looked utterly confident.

He had his own alchemical furnace, but that one could only refine herbs—true pill refinement was impossible. With this furnace, he could finally begin learning pill-making.

His heart still pounded violently—so hard that if it leapt out of his chest next second, he wouldn’t be surprised.

At the cliff’s peak, the wind was fierce, whipping his clothes with a loud crackle. The howling wind filled his ears, and the gale cut across his face like knives, stinging painfully.

But the trapping technique was extremely potent: after Feng Mo Lan carried the unconscious Bai through three Cloud Ninja Chun-nin lines, the brown soil surged up, immobilizing every Cloud Ninja in place.

“You said this would keep her—so what happened?” Chen Zhen casually cast a spell, lifting the dog and barking. To any outsider passing by, it would seem only that he and the dog were slowly walking back.

Without saying it, their destination was StarYu Internet Café, right outside the main gate of Linye University.

Qin Zhijie thought to herself: whether Zhao Shen or Wanyan Yong took power, it was still the common people who suffered in war. As long as a ruler cared for the people, it didn’t matter who ruled—though such heretical thoughts she dared not voice aloud.