Chapter 62: Scattered Like Stars Across the Board

In the early 20th century, the development of quantum mechanics led humanity to the discovery of semiconductors, a crucial material.

By merely applying voltage variations, switching between a semiconductor and an insulator could be achieved, which ultimately propelled mankind from the electrical age into the electronic age.

"The current approach to assembling individual components is still based on soldering, but the technological trajectory of chip development must rely on micro-sculpting. Comrade Lin's direction is extremely precise; we want to directly etch onto something extremely tiny—"

Kuroki replied calmly, though he was drenched all over. Water dripped from his Shinigami robes onto the velvet-leaf bed. Just moments ago, he had dashed to a lake five kilometers away to take a cold bath.

"Perhaps there's something wrong with how I'm expressing myself... Anyway, my sister is just too exceptional. If anything strange happens to her, it actually seems rather normal." Gao Zhi'an scratched his head, truly at a loss for how to explain all of that to his father.

With a slightly flustered expression, Shen Huaining tried to push away the overwhelming wave of masculine aura, but Rong Yin suddenly pinned her wrists, pressing his body down so firmly that she couldn't move.

"This packet of medicine is for internal use; decoct it in three pints of water down to one pint. The large packet is for a bath—boil a tub of water with it. Let's begin." As soon as Fan Benhua entered the house, he instructed the dark-skinned woman to get to work. Since she didn't quite understand what Fan Sicheng was saying, Zhang Tianyang had no choice but to scurry around running errands for her.

After another day of rapid marching, Zhou Qing's main force finally caught up with the vanguard. The two armies joined forces and pitched camp.

On a stretcher haphazardly covered by an off-white sheet, a hand that had somehow slipped off hung pale and devoid of color by the side of the stretcher, prompting many to whisper among themselves.

Because those participating in the second-layer treasure hunt were overwhelmingly powerful peak experts wielding various methods, no major disturbances occurred, and only two powerhouses perished during the process.

As the Golden Beast God lunged forward, its right claw lashed out fiercely to meet the black phantom. The sharp claws on its right paw were as keen as sabers, and the claw shadow seemed capable of tearing heaven and earth apart.

Therefore, if Zhao Qingcheng were to turn a blind eye to the super administrator's warning now, it would be entirely unjustified.

Truth be told, when it came to something as scientifically inexplicable as a jinxed mouth, Yang Long even felt a bit nervous.

The Zhou Mansion was, naturally, a riot of colorful blooms. Pavilions, kiosks, rockeries made of giant stones, and intricately carved and painted beams displayed the utmost luxury.

Looking at young Master Heng, who felt as close as a younger brother, her heart was nevertheless a tangled mess. Every time she was sorrowful or in distress, he was by her side, and she felt deeply comforted. This feeling defied description. Deep down, did she regard him as a younger brother, or something else entirely? Chen Shuang herself had no idea.

Concubine Zhou hurriedly said with a look of extreme terror, "This slave dares not. This slave was merely judging others by her own heart and feeling empathy..." As she spoke, the corners of her eyes grew red as well.

Feigning ignorance of Nuanhang, she led Qingxue straight into the room, only to find that Junshan and Junlin had already arrived, with only Junxuan missing.

Abruptly, a student let out another cry of surprise, pointing straight toward the Xuanwu Pagoda to the north. Following the direction of the finger, the students indeed saw a dense green light erupting from the sixth tier of the Xuanwu Pagoda.

Entering the prison gates, one encountered an open courtyard. On both sides stood square pillars of light. Cui Lai was locked away inside one of them.

Hearing Qiao Mingjin finish speaking, Yue Zhongyao directly took the sachet and stuffed it into Qiao Mingjin's sleeve.

Lu Xin's expression was exceedingly grim. Watching Meng Qi's brow knit tighter and tighter, he knew Meng Qi was making an example of a chicken to scare the monkeys. If he and Yang Heng failed to make a decision soon, Meng Qi would likely make a move against them.

One could see that the figure on the stone pillar held a long sword and gazed into the distance. At first glance, one was struck by his magnanimous spirit and broad-mindedness. Dressed in a plain robe, he possessed an extraordinary, heroic exterior, but above all else was his imposing aura—an aura that emanated an absolute oppression, compelling one to instantly prostrate in worship.