Chapter Fifty: Exquisite Workmanship

Initially, she had intended to randomly select the most effective and currently suitable extraction method. Later, while deducing pure polycrystalline silicon, she inadvertently derived porous silicon oxide, which subsequently led her to the synergistic material graphene, resulting in a much more efficient and streamlined extraction process!

"Silicon oxide graphene membranes can also be used for seawater filtration. In the future, fresh water will no longer be an issue for our warships and island outposts. We can even build large-scale seawater desalination plants to supply fresh water."

Now, twenty years had passed in the blink of an eye. Relying on its consumer-friendly prices and impeccable quality, Hengda Real Estate had grown step by step into a real estate titan in Huaxia, soaring to the very forefront of the industry.

Presumably, the power had come back on by now, and she wondered if that girl, Zhang Ziqi, had fallen asleep at the village committee office.

"It will be ready in a moment," Qiao Xia said, looking at her with a smile, an indescribable feeling blooming in her heart. Under the warm light, her younger sister waiting for her to have dinner together—a scene that had haunted her dreams countless times—had finally become a reality.

The power of space acted upon the scorching lava net, yet before it could take effect, the enduring Angel's Garment exerted the power of holy light, banishing the dark-attribute energy and causing the dark prison to shatter once more.

The phone resting on the table remained completely silent. She tried calling a few times, but each time it prompted that the person was powered off.

Those residents of Xiangyang, long accustomed to peace and comfort, had never imagined that one day, war would draw so close to them.

The moment the brown flames vanished, a black elemental sphere and a blue elemental sphere materialized out of thin air, blooming brilliantly from above. The energies of different attributes collided with a slight explosion, clearly visible and audible from hundreds of meters away.

The chill from the air, combined with the implication behind Mo Cangyun's words, coalesced into a biting cold that instantly chilled Su Lingge from head to toe.

Lan Yi'ze narrowed his eyes in suspicion, stepped closer, and seamlessly pulled her into his arms, gently stroking her short hair.

"Don't stop, just charge forward! Qin Zheng, ignore the rear and come to the front to help me," Lu Li said, his heart filled with anxiety as his voice grew more urgent.

Tezzolo gave his subordinates a look, and several chests placed on the ground were opened, revealing Devil Fruits of bizarre shapes and strange patterns.

Hearing the name Liu Family Fortress, the young woman in the room suddenly lit up. She braced herself against the bed and struggled to stand, her feet still twitching slightly. She groped her way forward toward Nalan Yunqian's figure, her steps exceedingly light, accompanied only by the rustling sound of the gravel on the ground.

"Understood, this is not a drill!" the ten of them replied simultaneously, with serious, resolute, and powerful voices. They then spun around and quickly formed a perimeter around the temporary tent, their knuckles turning white as they tightly gripped their steel rifles, their eyes darting about in vigilant observation of their surroundings.

The An family was also a major shareholder of Tingji; therefore, no matter what, they had to maintain a polite facade on the surface and could not afford a complete falling out.

On another occasion, a safety accident occurred at Cao Baotao's mine, and he was chewed out fiercely by He Yibiao, who ordered him to handle the matter strictly according to the law, resulting in Cao Baotao losing over ten million more.

"I'd like to buy some healing medicinal pills. Don't bother bringing out anything ineffective to make a fool of yourself; I need things that are truly practical," Liu Zhuanyi said slowly.

Li Mo stepped onto the stairs, with An Shuran following closely behind. Wearing high heels, she found walking up the stairs somewhat inconvenient.

Zhuge Shuangquan's face turned the color of a pig's liver, and the pastries in his hand suddenly tasted completely flavorless. If not for his insufficient strength, he would have taught Liu Zhuanyi right then and there what it meant to respect the elderly and cherish the young. In terms of age, he was the elder; in terms of status, he was the junior—no matter how he looked at it, he was in the right.

Some students felt the training intensity was simply too high for them to bear, while others were discussing asking for leave.

After a night of "storm and stress," He Yibiao felt weak in his limbs. Even though it was already past ten o'clock in the morning, he still sprawled on the bed, unwilling to get up.

Xingyu gazed at Zhuang Jian with clear eyes. Since no spiritual energy had been injected into his badge, it was naturally impossible to tell what star-level disciple he was, but her intuition told her that the young man before her was definitely not a mere one- or two-star disciple.