Chapter 64: A Desperate Battle

“A total of one thousand tape recorders were delivered, and eight hundred have already been ordered by the agents. Last time, we still owed the agents two hundred tape recorders,” Wang Yun said, her eyes shining with delight.

She hadn’t expected tape recorders to develop so quickly. From the initial agent price of eighteen yuan, Jiang Butong negotiated it down to fifteen, then sold them at twenty yuan each, yielding a profit of five yuan per unit—much higher than that of tapes.

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It was already at its limit; a few more strikes, and the Azurewater Sword would surely shatter, unable to withstand the baptism of divine thunder.

Beside them, Zhao Lingyan feigned disappointment, but a dazed expression flashed across her face.

The atmosphere was tense; both sides stood ready, prepared for conflict at any moment.

Everyone fell silent. Though Lin Jie spoke confidently, his heart was racing—there was something strange about the place. Walls flanked both sides, leaving only a staircase ahead, and his intuition warned him that hidden dangers lurked above.

Tang Shiqin’s eyes were bright and clear. Though his hair had grayed, his spirit remained strong, showing no signs of illness.

Meanwhile, the surrounding world energy shifted peculiarly, filled with rugged, chaotic, and abnormal sensations. Chen Mo felt as though the inconspicuous scarecrow had come alive—not truly alive, but as if it was being used as a vessel, observing him from a dimension he couldn’t comprehend.

Without hesitation, he tossed the short stick in his hand to his grandfather and retreated to stand by his grandmother.

Lin Jie secretly marveled at the luxurious habits of these wealthy folk. He took out his own fishing rod—a simple, dreamlike model—far more modest than the extravagant rods everyone else possessed.

Yuan Wujin noticed that Lu Yunxi remained unmoved and indifferent, and hardened his resolve.

Fortunately, their manners were decent; though they were unhappy, they didn’t go about slandering Zhuang Fei, but simply avoided her.

“You may lose face, but the integrity of Dayue must never be lost!” Suisui’s voice was piercing, her index finger pointed straight at Magistrate Zhu.

Ten years ago, on the day Butterfly Flower faded, Seven Leaves willingly became a ghost, never again seen in the mortal world.

The Snow Swan Kiss herb’s trait was activation; even the slightest contact would multiply any poison a thousandfold. Not only would it exponentially activate the death energy of the Netherworld Flower, it would also cause the toxins in Dugu Xin’s body to erupt a thousandfold.

Bai Xue felt the sun above was unbearably fierce. With every step, it was as if he walked atop a boiling cauldron, the ground smoldering like burning coals, his bare feet treading upon fire.

Yet, Lin Yun didn’t rush to follow the others below. Instead, his gaze remained fixed on the pitch-black abyss, a foreboding sense of danger gnawing at his intuition. He knew that treasures left behind in this ancient battlefield would never be so easily claimed.

The Blizzard CEO’s aura outshone even that of Glory, and in his words, he paid no mind at all to Dayu.

Junichiro Yagyu immediately saw through Du Juan’s true intentions. Bai Xue’s martial arts were not exceptionally high, nor was he prone to killing. Once Yang Chun died, the Nangong siblings would return to Phoenix City and once again enjoy their privileged lives.

Chief Editor Yang Chen drew a sharp breath, instinctively casting a startled glance at the screen before him.

Lady Lin blushed furiously. “Child, you mustn’t act recklessly. How could you give your hair as a gift...” She was embarrassed, unable to offer anything better herself.

Unsure of the other party’s identity or intentions, Lily could only feign ignorance for now.