Chapter 25 - Chapter 25. arrangements.

On June 3rd, after returning home and dealing with his parents and relatives, Wong began his busy schedule, primarily juggling between the three girls, Shun Yin, Gao Yurong, and Lin Yoyu. By June 4th, Wong Yi's family had relocated to the Minga community in Yongjo City. Under Wong Yi's guidance, the family swiftly settled into a spacious and comfortable villa. That evening, Wong E, clad in casual attire, sat in the villa's second floor audiovisisual room, chatting via video with Lin Yuyu and the others on the large screen. As they conversed, he introduced them to the internal content of the Extreme Home website. Look, this is the balance in my account. It's not much, just a few billion, he said with a chuckle. In this manual, 9-fold Thunderblade, created by the second strongest in the world, the founder of the Thunder Martial Arts Hall, Thunder God, cost a total of 100 billion. But one day I will master it completely. Huh? Don't you doubt me. How about a bet? I'll buy the first four volumes of the Thunderblade because the first purchase comes with a 50% discount, so it only costs 25 billion. Don't fret, girls. You wouldn't understand. This is called early investment. This is someone else's gift money. I can only buy things here, so I might as well take advantage of it. What do you think of these two combat knives? And which style and color of combat attire would suit me? Stop it. Those are for women. The evening passed amidst excited chatter between Wong E and the girls. Proving that when it comes to shopping, few girls can resist the enthusiasm, even when it's not their own money being spent. After glancing at his seemingly endless shopping list filled with items whose purposes he was unaware of, Wongi fell into a moment of existential doubt. What had he actually purchased last night? Although his parents felt a bit uneasy about their son as seemingly opportunistic behavior towards the girls, they ultimately decided to let it go after discussing his recent accomplishments. They trusted in their son's character. Meanwhile, they became preoccupied with befriending their new neighbors, gradually pushing thoughts of their son as romantic entanglements to the back of their minds. The nine-fold thunderblade manual soon arrived, marking the beginning of Wong Yi's training regiment. He delved into genetic energy cultivation, swordsmanship, and agility training. Nonetheless, he still made time each day to be with Lin Yoyu and the others, sensing that the time for separation would soon come. Before long, June 7th arrived. the day of the college entrance examination despite having joined the extreme martial arts hall and become a martial artist. Wongi had no intention of forsaking this examination. He would soon embark on entirely different unpredictable path. Luo Fong should faint on the knife. Wong amused. I suppose I'll go check on him then. To be honest, he felt conflicted about Luo Fang situation at times. Ultimately, he decided to remain a bystander. After all, this too would serve as a form of tempering for Luo Fong. Most importantly, there was the matter of killing Lia Yaos son, Leewi, which had attracted a staggering global bounty of 100 billion. Though that was likely a predicament for another six months down the line, Wongi thought. Now, as a primary battle god level mental energy master, equipped with the sign-in panel as an advantageous tool, he found himself somewhat unconcerned about the highle battle god, Liao. In a realm of highle battle gods, Li Yao strength was merely average, far inferior to figures like the illusion demon Kran, let alone the invincible battle god. The only individuals on Earth whom Wongi regarded with genuine respect were Hong, Thunder God, and Luo Fong. Half a year from now, he wondered how much stronger he would become. Would he reach a level beyond that of a battle god? Wong ebrimmed with anticipation. He has now come to realize that his rate of progress has surpassed that of the original protagonist, Luongo. With the first calamity of the nine calamities, secret cannon and his mental prowess, he could even preemptively seize all the opportunities that belong to Luo Foam. However, Wong would never stoop to such unscrupulous acts. At least, there is no necessity for that at the moment. The world of devouring the stars is vast and intricate. Even someone like Wong E, despite possessing a golden finger, cannot guarantee that unforeseen events will not arise, leading to his demise in some unforeseen local. The golden finger merely augments his strength, but does not assure him of absolute invincibility who can predict what the future holds. It is prudent to have a measure of assurance. Deep down, Wong is not a man of great ambition. He does not possess the fervor of Luo Fo who could proclaim, "My life is respplendant through battle and illuminated by your presence." While he admires such sentiments, Wong E is his own person, not Luo foam. He has no intention of emulating Luo foam. to endure eternally surrounded by family and loved ones while savoring the boundless wonders of the world. Perhaps that is what Wong he truly desires. He will not sherk the responsibilities that come his way. Assisting humanity in its ascendance is something he shall undertake if possible, but if not, then so be it. He aims to remain true to his own heart, living without regret. On June 9th, as Wani swiftly completed his exam and exited the examination hall, he indeed received the news that Luo Fong had suddenly fainted during the test and was sent to the hospital. Wani couldn't help but reflect on the formidable inertia of fate. Of course, he was pleased with this turn of events. It would be wonderful if such inertia remained strong even after the calamities on Earth had passed. Wong rushed to the people's hospital in Yan district to visit Luo Fong and offer him some comfort. Luo Fong appeared remarkably calm and expressed gratitude for the visit from his old friend. For Lu Fong, the setback in the college entrance examination was more of a blessing than a curse, as becoming a martial artist was his true path. Attending 40 years of university would be nothing but a waste of time. Even if Luo Fong had not fainted this time, Wong would likely have found a way to induce another figning spell. Attending university dream, Wong amused to himself, acknowledging his somewhat mischievous thoughts. Yet, it was perhaps better that Lu Fong remained unaware of this. Observing the youth before him, whose face was a light with gratitude, Wong, he contemplated. Meanwhile, at the Jin headquarters of the extreme martial arts school, they finally received a response from the global headquarters.