53. Traveling Through the Middle Ages 053

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Once again, the octagonal star-patterned divine formation enveloped Styx. Her entire body relaxed as she accepted this unprecedented power.

Let her vent her anger however she pleased. If Qian Yaya dared lay a hand on her, she was no pushover and would not let herself be toyed with.

There would be no more rotation. That was everyone’s first thought after the management fee was increased. Who would willingly rotate shifts while watching their income multiply several times over? Those with the means would even send more people over—the sooner, the better.

Li Tan took it from him, but his expression shifted from shock and fury to an unmistakable confusion a moment later.

He had only a few thousand yuan in cash on him, so he deliberately went to a nearby bank kiosk, withdrew ten thousand yuan, and handed it to Old Liu.

Not to mention the rewards for soldiers who had distinguished themselves and the other necessary grants—without money, none of it could be done.

Before long, Lan Lianxia entered a hazy, dreamlike state. Humming softly, she involuntarily trembled violently atop Ouyang Yi.

Yet Xie Jinyuan had never wanted to defy his superior’s military orders like this. In particular, when he saw that the two colonels and several officers were no longer objecting so fiercely and had clearly been persuaded, Xie Jinyuan finally fell silent.

This was the first time Wu Song had seen Zhang Yulan unable to hold back a laugh. Though he had not seen her face, he could imagine how lovely it must have been, and could not help feeling a trace of regret that he had missed it.

“Stop changing the subject. Tell me the truth!” Xia Haoyu replied sternly, making me shrink my head at once.

“Ahem, of course! My little black fairy! I’ve never deceived you, have I?” Alben nodded emphatically.

Professor X had devoted his entire life to serving others, but to David, he truly had not been a qualified father.

“So he heard every word you said.” As he spoke, he laughed heartlessly twice.

The Youngest watched the car carrying her away, both hands clenched tightly into fists. The resentment and indignation in her heart reached their peak. Why should they be allowed to live so well—to wear beautiful clothes, reside in luxurious villas, and drive handsome cars—while she alone had to suffer such humiliating misery?

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“What difference does that make?” Hearing Gong Yuqian put it that way, Yang Xuexin turned around and asked in confusion.

“Uh, forget it. Never mind that.” Mario grimaced as he took a strip of coarse burlap from the bag behind him, briefly wiped his hands, and put it away again. Bai Tao could not help raising her brows at the sight.

After hearing him, Fu Yanjin opened his eyes. He still felt uneasy, sensing that something was wrong. After a long pause, he finally spoke.

Inside the villa, Yu Ziyan was waiting for them in person. When she saw Zhao Xinrui clutching Gu Xin’s sleeve tightly, looking utterly ill at ease, she was taken aback as well.

Gu Jingxiu looked at the towel she had thrown over, then raised a hand to touch her forehead. It was still burning hot. Seeing her flushed cheeks, he reached out to cool her down.

“All right, all right, don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything!” Ye Bei said yes several times in succession, then set down the phone in his hand and hurried out of the office.

Although the deep mountains at night truly concealed dangers, with many formidable beasts and monsters prowling about—

By the dim light, Zhou Shaojie looked at the three sleeping figures—mother and children—and felt his heart swell with warmth and fullness. He checked Xiuxiu’s quilt once more, and only after finding nothing wrong did he lie down.

He had already begun to suspect that Feng Qiang might suddenly appear here. Yet after hearing what Feng Qiang had said, he had thought no more of it. He never expected that the shot would still end up striking him.

But Iglaire’s eyes were exceptionally clear. There was nothing else within them as he met your gaze—only expectation and trust, without the slightest trace of doubt.

Xu Rulong shook his head. He had never intended to confront the remaining three by force; there was no need for that anymore. So long as he achieved his objective, any method would do.

This room also contained a passage leading to a secret chamber. Zhai Wufa emerged from behind a movable liquor cabinet and headed straight for a rather gloomy room on the western side of the castle.

Once she obtained this portion of fortune and added it to Rebirth, allowing it to grow, the other bearers of divine advantages would see the results and inevitably grow envious.

In the blink of an eye, March of the following year arrived. On an unnamed island, unnamed flowers bloomed everywhere—some resembling peach blossoms, others crabapples. Vast stretches of pale and deep pink clouds spread across the land, breathtakingly beautiful.

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“Good. As long as Xiuxiu hasn’t suffered any grievances. Hmph—” Liu Chunlin tried to look stern, and he did a remarkably convincing job. His final snort in particular was a perfect imitation of Zhou Shaojie’s, intimidating enough to fool anyone.

Ling Duyu curled his lip inwardly. Of course he knew why. In ancient times, most of those skilled in artifact refinement had belonged to the Chan Sect. Only two or three of their great masters were capable of repairing the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors.

Her movements were clumsy, and the sword techniques she used were far from standard. Even so, she refused to give up. She practiced again and again without stopping. Sweat dripped from her forehead and blurred her vision; she wiped it away, then continued practicing her swordsmanship.

That was why Daoist Yixuan hurriedly led this great shaman away from this “place of trouble,” lest something truly happen—by then, it would be too late to say anything.

The system notification sounded once more. As his cultivation advanced, the rewards provided by the system grew increasingly generous.

The Red-Buttock Macaque understood yin and yang, knew the ways of humanity, and was skilled at coming and going. It could evade death and prolong life, and was one of the legendary Four Divine Monkeys. It excelled at transformation, possessed strength enough to rival nine dragons, and was also adept at controlling water. Even the Water God Gonggong would not dare claim to surpass it by more than a fraction in the art of water control.

Just as Zhenyuanzi was about to take that step, a surge of magical power held him back.

“Daoist Zhenyuanzi, why panic? Fellow Daoist Hongyun will come to no harm.”

Zhenyuanzi was startled and turned around, only to see that the Four Ancestors of Humanity had arrived. The speaker was none other than Styx’s self-corpse—the Martial Ancestor of Humanity, Mu Sen.

Realman Qingyang explained that when Ancestor Shaking Earth had attempted his breakthrough, he too had acted without restraint and had even notified many great experts of the cultivation world to come and witness the ceremony.

Night had fallen. The two walked along the road, leisurely eating skewers of meat while searching for an inn. They planned to stay the night and continue their journey early the next morning.

Fuling let out an angry roar. In her eyes, Wan Hongrui was a dignified peak Spirit Transformation cultivator, yet she had failed to subdue a mere high-level Body Integration cultivator with a single palm. Apart from deliberately holding back, what other explanation could there be?

By the time they reached the walls of Besancon, countless refugees had gathered beneath the ruined eastern wall to receive the thin wheat gruel distributed by the court. Most were displaced people fleeing the war who possessed not a single grain of stored food or seed. After hearing the court’s summons, they had gradually returned to their native homes and were now waiting for the court’s relief and resettlement.

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