Lu Chenyuan stepped out of Yuanlong Lab and settled into his car.
He secured Lu Shi'an in the rear child seat, then drove off, watching the streets blur past the window.
Yet his mind was a tempest of thoughts.
Lu Ruoxi's breakthrough had arrived faster and more profound than he'd ever anticipated.
He had initially believed quantum AI would be Expedition Technology's trump card for conquering deep space.
Now he realized this card carried far greater weight than imagined.
It wouldn't merely empower unmanned probes with superior autonomous decision-making—
It could fundamentally alter humanity's approach to exploring the cosmos.
When detectors gained the ability to "think," they ceased being simple tool extensions.
They became true emissaries of human civilization, dispatched into the cosmic depths.
Lu Chenyuan closed his eyes.
He needed to reconsider everything—Expedition's future, Yuanlong Tech's trajectory,
even humanity's destiny...
The commercial empire he'd built now seemed almost trivial against Lu Ruoxi's purely theoretical breakthrough, devoid of any profit motive.
Just then, the car's terminal pinged with a message from Ren Qian:
A single image and one line of text.
The photo showed a chip encased in transparent housing, stamped with Qiankun's logo and the number "9."
Beneath it read:
"Old Lu, starting today, not a single American chip remains in any core member's servers within the Xia Nation Technology Health Alliance."
This moment belonged in Xia's tech history archives.
It meant liberation from foreign constraints at the most fundamental hardware level.
Lu Chenyuan glanced at it calmly before closing the message.
Soon, Ren Qian followed up:
"Old Lu, one more thing."
"Several humanoid robotics startups have emerged in Jingzhou these past six months. All founded by obscure young talents."
"Not cutting-edge tech, but wildly ambitious. One called 'Kaiwu' already secured Qin Ya's angel investment."
"The whole circle's buzzing about whether we've entered the 'post-AI era.'"
Her words carried a faint undercurrent of concern.
Yuanlong Tech reigned supreme in artificial intelligence.
Yet these humanoid robotics companies resembled agile, predatory tiger sharks suddenly circling the leviathan.
Small but representing an entirely new evolutionary direction.
Lu Chenyuan smiled at the message and replied:
"Isn't this ideal?"
"A single flower doesn't make spring; a hundred blossoms bring the garden to life."
"Enrich the soil, and diverse flowers will grow naturally."
"Tell our robotics team: No rush. Observe. Learn."
This was precisely the landscape he'd envisioned.
He never sought to be a monopolistic overlord—
but a godfather ushering in an era, a sower cultivating Xia's thriving tech ecosystem.
Now seeds were sprouting, and spring's riot of blooms approached.
Perhaps he could truly retire soon.
Returning to Cloud Peak Residence #1,
he found Mo Qingli had just arrived home.
Slipping off her heels into comfortable house slippers, the sharp edge of Mo Group's leader softened instantly.
She took the sleeping Lu Shi'an from Lu Chenyuan's arms, nestling him gently into the crib.
"Visited Ruoxi?" she asked casually while tucking in their son.
"Yeah."
"Breakthrough?"
"Yeah."
Mo Qingli didn't press for details.
Instead, she poured two glasses of red wine, handing one to Lu Chenyuan.
They stood side by side before the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at Jingzhou's neon-lit nightscape.
"Stella's been unusually quiet lately," Mo Qingli swirled her wine.
"Quiet is what's most dangerous," Lu Chenyuan took a sip.
"With the 'Smaug' engine tested successfully, they could place an actual rocket on the launchpad anytime."
"They're waiting for us to misstep."
Mo Qingli studied her husband's profile—the sharp angles and fathomless eyes still captivating after years of marriage.
"Expedition's two team proposals are finalized," she said.
"Lin Yuan briefed me," Lu Chenyuan nodded.
"Both are excellent."
"So how will you choose?" Mo Qingli asked.
A dilemma—selecting one meant rejecting the other, potentially reigniting tensions.
Lu Chenyuan chuckled.
"Why choose?"
He turned with a fox-like glint in his eyes.
"Children pick options."
"Adults take..."
Mo Qingli was amused by him, her eyes sparkling with mirth.
"Of course what?"
"Of course, integration."
Lu Chenyuan's tone grew serious.
"Professor Zhou's proposal is the 'bones'—stable and reliable. Li Mo's plan is the 'flesh'—representing efficiency and the future."
"What I want is a dragon with both flesh and blood, not just one part of it."
Mo Qingli understood immediately.
"You want them to merge, to turn from rivals into allies."
Lu Chenyuan nodded, his gaze filled with approval.
"Conflict only leads to internal strife. Integration is what creates greatness."
He set down his wine glass and gently wrapped his arms around Mo Qingli's waist from behind.
Resting his chin on the curve of her shoulder, he breathed in the faint fragrance of her hair.
"Qingli."
"Hmm?"
"The rocket for the expedition will be ready soon."
"I know."
"But completing it is just the first step."
Lu Chenyuan's voice carried a distant note.
"We’ve built the road, but who will travel on it? If it’s just us, how many vehicles will ever run on it?"
Mo Qingli listened quietly.
She knew his thoughts had already drifted far beyond the present.
"A highway with only one car running on it is the most expensive ornament in the world."
"It only holds real value when thousands of vehicles race across it."
"Yuanlong, the expedition—we’re just the ones who built the road."
"What we still need are more people to build the cars, drive them, and ride in them."
Mo Qingli’s heart stirred faintly.
She seemed to grasp something.
"So, you’re going to gather the old friends again?"
Lu Chenyuan smiled.
"Yes, it’s time to bring the old comrades from the alliance back together—to talk about what lies beyond the stars."
His voice was soft, yet it felt like a stone cast into the future.
Mo Qingli turned around, wrapping her arms around his neck as she looked up at him.
Her eyes reflected the city lights outside the window, and within them, an even more dazzling future.
"Chenyuan."
"Hmm?"
"No matter what you decide, I’ll support you."
Lu Chenyuan lowered his head and kissed her lips.
Outside, the night deepened.
Inside, warmth grew.
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
