Chapter 292: 047 Proceed Step by Step

The Penguin Sect Master resolved to meet the challenge.

This was not only a message to all employees, but also a signal sent outward.

Just one day after its release on WeChat, Yu Xing, who had just been flooded with media coverage, also sent out a public letter, titled “The Great Potential of Mobile Internet.”

“The competition and development of mobile internet have only just begun; Penguin and Alibaba are fighting for the first ticket.”

“The market shift from computers to mobile phones”

“That’s indeed that much money.” The server bowed respectfully, his attitude unchanged from usual.

Chen Yuni had entered one ruin before; to enter again, she would need 100,000 contribution points? That wouldn’t be achievable anytime soon—at least not within a month.

Yun Shang lowered her eyes slightly and sighed inwardly: Chu Mengxi, I thought I’d have to argue at length, but you’ve made yourself so hated that you’ve actually saved me trouble.

The four bodyguards bowed together in response, then without hesitation, spurred their horses back the way they came.

On the Hidden Dragon List, each higher rank represented a vast gap; Cai Xuan, ranked fifty-fifth as a super prodigy, was leagues away from her—even ten Gui Qing couldn’t defeat her.

But the words weren’t finished when the man yanked the curtain fully open, and the soft sunlight outside flooded in all at once.

“We’ve broken up. Why are you still coming to find me?” Luo Ziqing hardened her heart and struck Fang Haobai’s heart with her coldest voice, like an ice blade.

Luo Ziqing bowed apologetically to the doctor and said, “I’m sorry!” before rushing into the ward.

Mo Zhu and Liu Yumo ran in from outside, each carrying a bag resembling a gift box.

The other was the tin trough for storing molten glass. Since glass does not chemically react with tin, storing molten glass at a constant temperature in a tin trough was the optimal choice. Tin products had already been common in this era, so constructing a tin trough was not a difficult task.

In truth, Bu Fan knew better than anyone that the Pan-American Alliance would never abandon the Spirit Clan’s Light Gate. They had finally discovered a way to awaken the Outer God’s physical form, and naturally, they would spare no effort to achieve it.

Yet, at present, all major factions coveted this Ancient Supreme Tomb. If one could truly find relics of the Supreme level, the fortune would be unimaginable.

He forgot Jiang Shao had once told him that Jiang Shao and the Young Mistress were secretly together—something the family didn’t know. The young man’s eyes darted, trying to find something to say to cover it up, but looking into Jiang Kaigu’s tiger-like gaze, he felt that if he lied, the old man would tear him apart.

If it damaged the Xiao Group’s reputation, He Chuan would have no way to make amends. Moreover, He Chuan wanted to pursue his own ventures—he didn’t want to ruin his future over this.

Time passed second by second; the window had been bright moments ago, but somehow, it had turned dark.

Bu Fan couldn’t help but look around again, and suddenly a ridiculous yet bold thought surfaced in his mind: a simple yet extremely hidden chamber, a short-range magic teleportation array designed for only one person—this was clearly a secret rendezvous spot.

Thus, the voice began incessantly, almost hysterically, urging Uncle Liu to act.

“Dad, you’re not kidding me, are you? How could that be? If Zhou Xiaoling is pregnant, why didn’t she tell me from the start?” He Chuan was baffled, staring at Zhou’s father, desperate to know if this was real.

At this moment, due to Zhao Zhenyu’s death, the Zhao family and the Martial City guards were thrown into chaos; many lost their composure, making repeated mistakes, one after another being stabbed to death by the black-clad bridge guards.