Chapter 50: Data Secured, Rebecca! (9k for monthly votes)

Lucy anxiously touched Mercer's forehead, watching the flashing red light on the netrunner chair.

The shrill whining of the radiators in her ear made a cold sweat bead on her brow. Her hand hovered hesitatingly behind Mercer's ear, and the message she sent still remained unanswered.

Ten seconds ago, the netrunner chair had issued a warning prompt. Mercer had somehow encountered something and unconsciously initiated a neural-link overclock. After the overclocking, Lucy's communication attempts sank like stones into the sea, remaining entirely silent...

"Miss Ling, as you wished, today is the last day you have to drink this medicine. You can finally rest easy, right?" Lei Xin sat by the bedside, holding a bowl of medicine.

The snowy landscape in the dark night possessed a hazy beauty, yet companion to this hazy scenery were all sorts of unknown perils.

Xiao Ling lowered her head to look at the golden leaves cupped in her hands. It was impossible to tell what she was thinking at that moment, but from her slightly trembling slender fingers, it was clear that her heart was far from calm.

Although this True Fire Grand Array was set up by Lord Lifeng himself, every single array foundation was manned by their subordinates. Therefore, while the source of the true fire originated from Lifeng, the energy that maintained the operation and surging of the true fire came from the true qi and spiritual power of the subordinates stationed at each array base.

Princess Yueqing had originally thought this person was just a charlatan here to make a name for himself and cause trouble, but the moment he spoke, she knew that the handsome and dashing man before her truly seemed to see through the secret of her physical condition.

"If my husband has this ambition, this concubine... Muyao can help my husband achieve it," Li Muyao said calmly.

Before long, all the disciples had finished looking through it. For a moment, they blushed and glanced at each other, their hearts growing somewhat shy and self-conscious.

"No way?" Xu Qing was a bit bewildered. She had no choice but to size her up once more, her gaze dropping to her crotch before she suddenly reached out a hand and grabbed her there.

With a fierce downward press of her hand—bang! The floorboards beside her suddenly collapsed, instantly revealing a two-zhang-wide, deep, and gloomy circular opening.

After reading through this chat history, Caitlyn's gaze remained fixed on the computer screen, staring blankly as if lost in thought. A moment later, she finally raised her head and cast a glance around her surroundings.

After everything was settled, Qin Junxi signed the contract with the British Royal Aviation Manufacturing Company.

"Liang Hua, some people say that you set that fire. Do you admit to it?" the assisting officer asked. Officer Zhao did not need to conduct the interrogation himself; his role was simply to catch any potential loopholes in Liang Hua's words for further questioning, leaving the rest to the assisting officer.

After adjusting his fringe, which he fancied made him look irresistibly handsome, the boy deliberately cracked a joke with the person in front of him. However, this did not cause the boy any annoyance.

Even the most basic "Fa" is a priceless treasure. Such items are absolute foundations for the establishment of a sect and represent its very lifeline. "Fa" possesses infinite marvelous uses; even the lowest-tier "Fa" requires one to reach the Convergence of Streams Realm or the Bone-Forging Realm before it can be practiced. Its value is immeasurable.

Looking at the resplendent and magnificent entrance before him, Qin Junxi felt as though he had done something wrong.

A short while later, Zhang Yue flashed past clutching the "cross," darting into a blind spot. Zhang Yue put her coat back on, untied the hemp rope, and threw it along with the stick onto the ground. Finally, she walked to the edge of the rooftop, spread her arms wide, and assumed a posture as if she were about to jump.

Several young people lowered their heads, discussing the major event that had happened the day before. However, they were located quite far from the area controlled by the Salvation Army, so they had only heard fragmented snippets of news, each holding their own opinions and unable to convince the others. Seeing them argue so endlessly, a slightly older man among them spoke up.

For these elders, their own strength had already reached the Grandmaster realm, and taking another step upward in this lifetime was practically impossible. Therefore, most of their attention was focused on cultivating their subordinates; after all, the stronger the disciples under their banner, the more say they would have in the Elder Council.