Chapter 22: So, Even He Can Feel Fear

The bathroom was empty, containing only the most basic toiletries. It seemed that Huo Yixun did not often live at home either.

Nearby, Huo Yixun bent over to test the water temperature for her. His black suit trousers outlined two full, perfectly shaped buttocks—the finest male rear could hardly look any better.

All at once, Jiang Shiyi’s thoughts returned to the sight she had glimpsed in the dormitory that day. Involuntarily, she glanced toward his “three brothers.”

“What are you looking at?

Those who lose their land become displaced wanderers, known in modern times as migrant workers. Without land, if migrant workers cannot find work in the cities, they have no fallback at all, and it is difficult to predict what might happen to them in the future.

What puzzled Lin Y Meng was that the heavenly tribulation still had not descended this time. Though relieved, she could not help growing anxious again. Others faced the baptism of heavenly tribulation upon entering the Spirit Emperor realm, and even Spirit Emperors in the middle and late stages would undergo it. Yet Lin Y Meng had not experienced it even once.

He had already rushed close enough to see Fei’er’s face. She looked just as she had five years ago, with a winsome smile.

Though the place lay in a remote region, it should still have been the season for pasting festival couplets and welcoming the New Year. Instead, a deathly silence hung over everything. More than a hundred households had their doors shut and their lamps extinguished, with none of the festive atmosphere one would expect. In that enormous village, not even a chicken crowed or a dog barked.

When Xu Changjian introduced himself, he did not identify himself as a member of the Xu family, but as someone from the Clear Gate. This greatly surprised Mo Fan.

Zhang Donghai received news of Lin Mei for the first time. He called to offer profuse thanks, but the man was a true modern-day Lei Feng and refused any payment whatsoever.

The darkness ahead was absolute, without lamps or lights. Only the cold moonlight shone around them. Through that faint glow, Tang Feng and the others could make out the flowers, trees, and road ahead. They did not dare use their flashlights, for that would expose them beneath the enemy’s watchful eyes.

“It’s nothing, Dad. I just suddenly had a slight headache. It’s fine now. You don’t need to worry.” Zhang Donghai spoke with a smile.

The people and demons around them immediately grew noisy, all of them offering congratulations to Dongfang Yuping and Cao Qingxun.

Lin Y Meng could not be blamed for the low grade of her flames. Her strength was simply too weak; being able to produce such spiritual fire was already remarkable. Even after a quarter of an hour, she had not managed to heat the alchemy furnace, but she was in no hurry. Her dantian was larger than other people’s, so she was not at all worried that her spiritual source would fail to keep up.

The ability to refine immortal pills alone proved how formidable the founder of the Pure Elixir Sect had been. Moreover, most of the famous medicines in the cultivation world today originated from the Pure Elixir Sect, which was why the sect held such a pivotal position in that world.

When the Prosperity Group was established, it had eighty million in capital and five subsidiaries beneath it, making it fairly substantial in scale. However, all five subsidiaries were actually fake, and naturally, the eighty million had also been borrowed from several accounting firms.

“Hmph!” Gui Yun snorted coldly. He seized the spiritual tea and poured it straight into his mouth, as though he could hardly calm the anger in his heart.

On Eight-Treasure Spirit Mountain in the Western Realm, Jieyin and Zhunti sat facing each other with their eyes closed in quiet meditation. Sensing the loss of fortune from the Heavenly Court, they saw the Eastern Ziwei star shining brilliantly, with ominous stars faintly flickering.

He considered himself possessed of extraordinary cultivation and divine abilities. Even against a peak quasi-sage of immense power, he could still fight on equal terms. Yet he could not find the slightest trace of those two.

It was not that people disliked domestic products. As long as you could make something better than foreign goods, most people were still willing to support their own country.

“Is he not at home?” Zhou Chao wondered inwardly. He then turned and walked back toward his own apartment.

“Is there anything to consider? Whoever obtains it owns it. There is no need to divide it at all—and there are cultivators from six different sects here. It would be impossible to distribute it fairly.” The bearded cultivator spoke with barely concealed impatience.

Yang Yi felt increasingly uneasy under his gaze, so he used fatigue as an excuse to dismiss King Black. It would be a joke if word got out about how Yang Yi had once deceived him. Yang Yi was now the king of one of the two greatest powers in the north; that would be utterly humiliating. After sending King Black away, Yang Yi immediately felt much more at ease.