Chapter Thirty-Nine: Choice

"Bang, bang, bang..."

Jiang Shiyi was startled from her sleep, frowning in annoyance. She opened her eyes and glanced at the sky outside; the horizon was only just beginning to turn a pale, pearly white.

Huo Yixun tucked the quilt around her and said softly, "Go back to sleep. I’ll go see who it is."

Jiang Shiyi nodded, then wrapped herself in the quilt, intending to drift back off.

Huo Yixun felt a bit restless, his brows knitted with a flash of irritation. He was scheduled to depart for Sichuan Province at nine o’clock that morning, looking forward to some quiet time.

But looking around, among the younger generation of the Zheng family, he was the only one capable of shouldering such heavy responsibilities.

The budget was meticulously detailed, with every project—from the initial construction phases to the final interior decoration—clearly outlined.

As for Zhang Shouhua, he was a main subject teacher and could tutor, but could he really earn that much money just by tutoring?

"Do you want to come with me to explore the Dark Forest? You might encounter an opportunity there and successfully break through!" Jin Jingping asked again.

In the third round, it was Li Muchen who lost at rock-paper-scissors yet again, making him responsible for finding everyone who had hidden.

Once a breakthrough was made in the material for the flying blades, and humanity began mass-producing it, there would be a probability of synthesizing new, even more advanced blade materials.

Immediately after, Zheng Qiu drew his bow and released an arrow condensed from the Laws of Fire. It shot out instantly, the terrifying, surging flames carrying immense destructive power.

From the moment he stepped out of the car, Lu Yan had used his Eyes of Truth to discern that the man called Da Wei was also a martial arts expert, a master at the late stage of the First Grade. If Wang Tianlong hadn't broken through to the Second Grade with his help, this Da Wei might truly have had the qualifications to challenge him.

"Many thanks, My Lord. With this Soul-Chasing Nail, we can at least provide an explanation when we return."

"A Foundation Establishment-stage talisman?" Su Yiping’s expression changed drastically. Too late to dodge, he immediately channeled his spiritual power into the Soul-Devouring Banner in his hand. Instantly, the banner expanded, and over a dozen ghosts flew out from it, blocking the path in front of him.

"Sir, your perception is so keen. We have never met, yet you could tell at a glance—I truly admire you!" Old Hu looked at Qin Pei with an expression of genuine reverence.

When everything becomes possible, nothing feels urgent or dramatic anymore, and films devolve into a mixture of digital effects and excessive slaughter.

I saw He Shufan and suddenly realized that in that very moment—just before I struck Old Ma—He Shufan had withdrawn his golden light and slipped away. I had hit Old Ma. I rushed toward him in a panic.

The vine net was about twenty meters long, and there were even longer vines nearby. Ye Erruo, Xu Xu, and the others were all standing below.

Suddenly, He Shufan’s expression shifted back to that of Cha Cha. He threw a punch directly at me, sending me flying.

"Hua Mo, I know you aren't the type to lie. So, while you say you have already sent them back to school, whether I die today is not something you can decide." Wu Dao, dressed in black casual wear, stood face-to-face with Hua Mo, who wore a white lab coat, halfway up Qiyun Mountain.

Seeing that Mo Chen had only sustained two shallow scratches on his arm, Jita Yuta’s eyes widened in surprise.

The black sports car sped off, leaving only a phantom trail. Ouyang Lianqi stepped on the gas, feeling stifled as he prepared to head to the company. Meanwhile, Shangguan Zixuan looked on with deep worry, recalling the look on Ouyang Lian’s face.

"It will premiere on Jiangsu Satellite TV in the second grade. We should have that channel here, right?" Lu Fei asked.

"Compared to a boss, Zhao Fei and I are more like colleagues, or perhaps friends. You are more like an elder to me," Ji Yuan said with a smile.

"Instructor Charlie, I don't need these. I am very strong," Wu Fei said, somewhat speechless, as he sprinted forward.

Ji Xiancheng looked into Gao Huaiyuan’s eyes, a ripple passing through his heart as he spoke: "Who says we Han people lack backbone? Think of all the heroes and patriots who sacrificed their lives and bled for the cause of recovering our lost lands and restoring our nation. How can one say we lack spirit?"