Chapter 60: Returning to the Village

On the morning of New Year's Eve, the biting wind howled mercilessly. Silver-gray clouds galloped across the sky, driving a freezing front that brewed an impending heavy snowfall.

Military trucks lined the embankment as personnel methodically packed up their equipment. Jiang Shiyi simply organized her personal belongings, preparing to leave, when she noticed a dirt-covered little boy sitting by the roadside. With his hands clutching his knees and his body curled up, he stared stubbornly at the ruins left in the wake of the earthquake, murmuring as he looked.

"I'll go first! You just babble endlessly—if you want to fight, then fight! Where did all this nonsense come from? What are you doing here, selling vegetables?" These words erupted from Yuan Tiansheng's mouth. Looking entirely impatient, he flashed right in front of the white-haired man, raised his fist, and struck directly at the man's face.

However, this money could barely cover the initial renovations, rent, and basic plumbing and pipeline infrastructure.

Deng Daqiang was quite narcissistic. Though he did not suffer from inferiority deep down, he had never imagined that Wu Tianjiao would fancy him. They simply belonged to two completely different worlds, with completely conflicting outlooks on life and values. As he wrestled with this dilemma, he wondered what other jaw-dropping things this sister-in-law of his might say next.

Not only villagers from this village, but people from neighboring villages also came to sell eggs. Arrangements had been made in advance; although the prices they paid for the eggs were high, their standards were equally strict.

"Are you done? Once you're ready, let's head to logistics to see if there are any assignments, and by the way, pick up two spacecraft and some energy stones." Tianqin quickly packed her things and turned to look at Jiuyou.

"Yuan Tiansheng, how dare you break into my North Sea Sword Manor at night! Very well, tonight I will flay your skin and dismantle your bones to vent the hatred in my heart!" Jiuchangkong roared low.

"What did you say? Tianqin is gone? Impossible! She sent a bird with a message saying she went to travel overseas," Yin Shiying asked, refusing to believe it.

That damned sensory ability allowed her to perceive the emotional shifts of those around her with crystal clarity: her father's pampering, the worry of Meimei and Zheng Luting, the hatred from the woman who called herself her birth mother, and the varying degrees of resentment and disapproval from several uncles.

Children? It took Liu Hongying a long time to react. The word "kids" here didn't mean children in the C Province dialect, but rather a question of how many offspring she had.

Schroeder had no idea that this "arch-profiteer" before him was entertaining "evil" thoughts in his mind. Seeing his subordinates frantically signaling to him, he offered an apology to Qi Zheng.

Precisely because they were so difficult to find, a single plant could be traded for at least a dozen red jade ginsengs or seven hundred genesis stones.

When he later rushed back to Chang'an, his mind was entirely set on hurrying back to handle the affairs of Chang'an before immediately returning to Yanyan City.

"Master Lu, as long as your disciple doesn't disappoint, Han Wan'er is bound to suffer humiliation today and leave the Sea of Clouds in utter disgrace," Huang Ming said indifferently.

Back when he was kept in captivity, he had been locked up with many spiritual slaves, among whom were quite a few highly cultivated Scions. Fu Ning had learned a great deal from them regarding rare spectacles and the profound secrets of cultivation.

Just at that moment, however, Han Wan'er's cell phone suddenly rang. Seeing the number on the screen, her expression shifted slightly.

"Anything else?" I turned back and saw a trace of a smile on her face for the very first time. To be honest, it was utterly charming, though it didn't belong to me—it belonged at most to the remark I had just made, which could barely pass for humorous.

Although his abilities had already reached the nanoscale, his soul body was still not strong enough. Covering dozens of trillions of cells all at once was still impossible.

Ten days later, on the day of his discharge from the hospital, Ouyang De was dragged by Shanshan to return to Wu Zhengyang's home. The large backpack he had been carrying when he left Lingyi's room had long since been placed inside the Wu family's villa.

Grand General Chu Yuan's mansion was located in the West City, while the residences of the three princes—Prince Xu, Prince Yan, and Prince Zhenwu—were all in the East City.

The Night-Stilling Department was the martial authority of the Great Qian Dynasty, and its founding purpose was to regulate the order of the pugilistic world. Heroes often used martial arts to transgress the laws, and the bloody vendettas of Jianghu had grown far too violent; the Great Qian Dynasty needed to uphold its rule.