Chapter 268

A Dr. Yu emerged from Haisalt, and a young man rose in the startup scene.

As the NetEase interview was quickly published, amid still-unabated buzz, the news that WeChat users had doubled to 4.19 million swiftly shocked all parties following the matter.

Unlike casual onlookers, unlike the earlier mocking tone when WeChat took up the challenge, the astonishing jump from 2.07 million to 4.19 million forced industry insiders to take it seriously—could this young man really dominate mobile IM?

“I’ll call it Aguru’s Sword.” Future was never good at naming things; by the time he took hold of Aguru’s Sword, his body had recovered, so he nodded to Lin Chong and stepped inside.

Though they had shared the same bed every night, he maintained iron self-discipline—each dawn he rose first to practice swordplay, drill troops, and handle military affairs; under his command, discipline was strict, yet no soldier ever complained, largely because their commander led by example.

Lin Feng paused slightly, gripping tighter, yet his face showed no expression; instantly channeling strength into his arm, he clenched the youth’s hand in return.

Li Yang wanted to intervene but hesitated too long—she could only watch as the chaotic light from the Taiyi Cauldron’s mouth swept in and swallowed the silver sphere.

The earth was fresh, the sunlight brilliant. Along the road, youths in fine clothes and riding swift horses passed frequently, galloping toward Baiyun Manor.

I don’t know what means Nanchengyao used to force those death-soldiers to confess about the Crown Prince—or whether even their existence was a mere fabrication, and their true allegiance lay elsewhere.

Though Guan Xiaojun is a year older, his height pales in comparison—he’s barely over 1.4 meters, certainly under 1.5.

Heavenly tribulation is the nemesis of all demonic spirits; as soon as it appeared, Bai Xianxian lost all her powers, her demonic aura scattering violently under a single lash.

Feng Luan’s face twisted in shock—this was her second encounter with Lian Haiping’s Void Realm technique. She had assumed the mark on his forehead was immune to attack, but now she saw his entire body could turn intangible, utterly ignoring her strikes.

By the time Wang Xinxing finished steaming the millet cakes, dusk had fallen. He called everyone to eat; the scent of food made them forget to wash up, gathering right by the stove.

That shout seemed to restore Ning Feng’s reason. He slowly stopped struggling against Duo Dao’s embrace, closed his eyes, and shook his head hard. After a long while, he slowly opened them again.

Fang Zheng saw that the man with the spear had lost his left arm clean at the shoulder, holding the long spear with his right hand, his face ashen.

Pang Qi sighed, telling everyone to retrieve their phones and rest. After we left, we heard Murong Fulei slam the table—he and Pang Qi had disagreed; now Pang Qi would no longer willingly aid Murong Fulei, and we had achieved our goal.

Xihe was about to speak when, from some distant place, a tremendous noise suddenly erupted.

The Black man had not yet recovered from the blow to his Baihui point; seeing Ye Zhusheng charging toward him, he tried to react—but it was too late.

“Illusory Immortal Demon” stood up from its lotus the moment it saw Qin Haonan and the others. Its weapon was an ancient qin; with a loud laugh, it began playing and launched its attack.

He Longtu was overjoyed and reached out instantly to grasp the sword’s hilt—but the blade was absurdly heavy; he felt genuine strain.

If Muleng couldn’t even give him this simple reply, Li Xiaoyao would turn and leave at once.

Even with Ning Feng’s brilliant mind, he still struggled when it came to naming things.