In the end, Ashton chose to remain silent. If he could not bring happiness to someone, it was best not to interfere with their decisions or leave room for speculation. Such restraint was the very least form of respect he could offer.Two days flew by.On the third day, Ashton arrived at the headquarters of Royal Sealift Group. Miss Smith, the person responsible for the project's day-to-day operations, hefted a substantial stack of documents onto the table and handed a prepared speech to Ashton. Wiping sweat from her brow, she said hesitantly, "Mister Levin, this speech was penned by a life energy professor from Edren University. Miss Lockwood suggests that you just read from it during the event. If anyone tries to corner you, remain silent. We have appointed specific personnel onsite to handle detailed queries.""Corner me? Why would anyone try to corner me?" After skimming through the speech, Ashton laughed, then set it on the table.Caught off guard by Ashton's query, Jocelyn Smi

The cacophony of laughter reverberated, each chuckle like a slap across Alora's face. She hung her head low, a pool of dismay forming in her eyes. Even with her limited exposure to life sciences, she could fathom that Ashton's theories were, by conventional wisdom, eccentric at best and absurd at worst. It seemed he had turned a groundbreaking event into the comedic highlight of the scientific year."Alora, aren't you going to say anything about your husband?" Miralda jeered, amplifying her voice to ensure everyone knew Alora's connection to the man on the stage.Whispers of disapproval soon reached Alora's ears."What a waste. Such a beautiful woman married to a fraudster.""How can someone spewing such nonsense have ever been educated?"Haze sidled up to them, his eyes fixed intently on Alora, a sly grin playing on his lips. "My dear," he said, his tone dripping with insinuation. "Your husband is foolishly arrogant; perhaps you'd appreciate a more knowledgeable companion? How ab

"It can't be! This is absolutely impossible! This defies all reason and logic! It's cheating!" Professor Bryce's voice pierced the air, laced with disbelief.Some rational minds deemed it a sleight of hand, while others, awed by the spectacle, thought of it as a divine act. Yet, it was unfathomably miraculous for a seasoned scientist like Professor Bryce.Modern science had advanced to a point where flowers could bloom out of season, provided they had the right temperature, fertilizers, soil, and other elements. However, it was not achieved by simply pouring a liquid, bringing a withered sunflower back to its peak condition. The resurrection of something once dead contradicted the natural order."Nothing is truly impossible. Life itself is a miracle. What you understand is merely the surface of biology. As for the true essence of life, you know nothing," Ashton said.Ashton spared no further interest in the professor. Facing the audience, he once again produced a bottle of the Deep

"Hmm?" Mister Wells's eyes momentarily flashed with fury, but that seemingly perpetual smile quickly replaced it. "Has some faction in Lindorm promised you some favors? Let me guess. The Ricardo Organization? Tigers Alliance? Northwest Corp? Or perhaps those religious from the Mercury Group of Mount Logan?"His intimate knowledge of Lindorm's power structures was disconcertingly evident."All these organizations are relics of a bygone era." Wells noted disdainfully. "Rigid hierarchies, treacherous intentions—always ready for some backstabbing action. Their cultivation methods are laboriously complex, consuming vast resources and time only to achieve mediocre results. However, we are different. With the energy-laden Deep Sea Stone Extract and the Blackstone Alliance's unique nurturing techniques, you can awaken as a Class-C exceptional being within mere weeks."Wells's eyes gleamed with pride. "Don't underestimate a Class-C being. With such a rank, I utilized my icy prowess to overth

"If you drink even a drop of alcohol in your current state, you'll die," Ashton said as he extracted a silver needle."You think you can still save me in this condition? Unless your mother is resurrected, no one in this world can heal me," Darek said.Ashton remained silent, fingers skillfully handling the silver needles, each inserted into specific points. A sequence of twenty-four pricks helped to circulate Darek's blood flow more efficiently—a life-saving technique.The mysterious technique from the Ghost Valley Sect was, for the first time, utilized by Ashton.Lying on the bed, Darek's shocked eyes fixated on Ashton. "Where did you learn this technique? Isn't this—""The very book you gave me, which you seemed to have forgotten?" Ashton interrupted, somewhat irritated."The book I gave you?" Darek's confusion was evident."When I fled the Imperial Capital, you gave me a book, a keepsake from my mother. It chronicled her entire life, including her cultivation methods and medi