Chapter 39: One's Own Spoils

Everyone entered the granary. It was incredibly vast, roughly the size of a quarter of a football field. The interior was stacked high with burlap sacks, which, naturally, contained the commune’s grain. Zhao Renyi pointed to one of the sacks and said to Lin Xing, "Take a look at this; this is what the rats have destroyed."

Lin Yi was fast asleep, perhaps lost in a sweet dream, with a glistening trail of drool at the corner of his mouth, nearly dripping onto the bedsheet.

A voice full of concern sounded in his ear. Ling Feng squinted, and a stunningly beautiful face appeared before him.

Xu Han pondered for a moment before replying. Fu Ling interjected, "Let’s go take a look; I haven’t been back in a long time." Xu Han nodded in agreement.

K1’s face was filled with such sorrow that, like a human, no one could tell it was merely a cold machine.

The urgency of the situation forced Old Tang to act decisively. Looking at the purple-black scar of death that stretched beyond the horizon beneath his feet, he spurred his mount, Manjiao, fiercely, forcing it to increase its speed significantly.

It was worth noting that Lin Yi had accomplished many major feats during this time, nearly every one of which was enough for the people of Lingyang Prefecture to praise and recount.

Xu Han did not agree to Liu Mengchen’s wish, but instead shook his head with a faint smile. Was it a refusal?

This was merely a formality. Wang Maosong could not have failed to guess that Xiao Shufei had already told Chen Ping the situation earlier, both outside and over the phone, but regardless, the expected procedures still had to be followed.

The process of scientific research was dull, tedious, and even tormenting, a true test of one’s endurance.

Afterward, he picked up the antique brass pocket watch, worn smooth by time. With a swirl of magical energy and a single pass of his hand over the casing, a faint white mist emerged—the lingering human essence left behind by Lakelisen through years of contact with the watch.

However, their curiosity had been piqued by the news released by the old man, and they began to inquire for more detailed information.

The martial artist had intended to stir up conflict between Liu Hai and Hua Jinxin, but after meeting Hua Jinxin’s gaze, he was immediately too terrified to speak.

The mountain was completely barren, devoid of a single tree, giving it a desolate and lifeless appearance.

Seeing that many martial artists were about to perish beneath the tentacles, a powerful voice thundered out.

Liu Hai felt that with every sword strike, his strength increased just a fraction more.

Yue Xianhua said nothing, walking straight ahead. Fang Tianhua and the others followed closely, but when Yue Xianhua passed through the golden barrier first, she became stuck.

"I didn't see any prayer mat when I came in," Ye Chen transmitted via divine sense to Lai Junchen, who was hiding behind another deity statue.

Elder Jin, whose head had been pierced, and Elder Huo, whose dantian was gushing blood like a fountain, both met their ends in an instant amidst two loud explosions.

As for Sun Yifan and Leng Yue, the wood clone did not bother with them, as these two were his brothers and friends bonded by life and death, and they were worthy of his trust.

Li Qingyuan was upstairs and had not sensed any fluctuations of energy; he did not know that Xue Jingfeng would go mad and storm the building. So, when the huge commotion and chaos broke out outside, he, like the other guests, stood up and looked on with curiosity.

"I’ll sleep a bit more, you all go out first." Yiyu pulled the quilt over herself and turned toward the inner side of the bed, not asking how they had appeared in the secret residence.

Everyone, including Old Man Chu, wanted to go back. Who would stay behind to push the flying ship? Draw lots?

"But if we do it this way, won't the one who draws the last number be out of luck? Where is the fairness in that?" Xiong Dazhuang asked loudly.

By this time, Qin Ge had regained most of his usual composure, his eyes shining as he listened to Zhang Guozhong continue his analysis.

Li Niang watched him, her mouth silent, but her heart aching with wave after wave of sharp pain. She had been in the Fang household for thirteen years; although neither of them had spoken of it explicitly, they both knew that they had been acting from the very beginning. Yet, even when she was being used by him, she had felt more joy than sorrow.

However, launching and operating an online game was no simple task. From building the server room to maintenance and operations, there were countless problems to solve.

Qi Suniang returned to her room, washed up, and boiled a large pot of water for Chen Yan to bathe and warm himself upon his return. By the time the lamps were lit and the charcoal in the inner chamber was burning red, she slowly dried her hair until it was half-damp.

Held tightly by the old man, Bai Caigu felt embarrassed to pull his hand away, so he simply followed behind him.

She had to stop, turn around, and lower her head, staring intently at the tips of her shoes.

"Of course, if my cousin wants to go, how could I refuse? But it’s definitely not as exaggerated as my cousin-in-law says. It’s just a piece of rotten reed marsh; it couldn't be bought in parts, so I had to buy the whole lot and renovate it as best I could. It really did take some effort," Ziqing said with a smile.

Both of them were peak Immortal Lords, and because they were hidden in the shadows, they naturally had no interest in competing for fame or profit.

Jing Taiyang was injured in the ruins, his feet covered in wounds. Although Tang Qiuzhen had restored sensation to his legs, the external injuries had not yet been treated.

Ma Zhen was only a ten-year-old child, and his classmates were of a similar age. Children at this stage of life did not yet know how to lie, so their words were likely credible.

Da Yuanshi let out a roar. An immense power erupted from his body, and countless primordial spirit jades shattered instantly, turning into a destructive shockwave that scattered in all directions.

Chen Liang’s emotions were more stable than Liao Donggui’s. The journey from the Cloud Palace Hotel to the Liao residence had given him enough time to calm down.

No one knew how the Imperial Jade Seal had been lost, and no one had even seen a trace of the so-called Jade Rakshasa.

Tan Jingwei knew that Xu Ping Sheng’s words were laced with barbs, using the excuse of the fleeing Kuomintang soldiers to insult him.

The Crystal Palace occupied a vast area, covering a full hundred acres. It was not just a restaurant; there was also an inn at the back.

Seeing that he looked formidable and was no ordinary cultivator, Qingdie immediately fired two flame arrows the moment he took a step forward.