Chapter 14: Returning to the Village to Distribute Money, the Simple Affection of the Villagers

The villagers’ reactions were much like those of Liuzi when he first saw Songzi. The way they looked at Qin Feng changed as well—how did the child from the Qiu family suddenly become so perceptive?

However, their cheers didn’t last long, for there were still many more pine nuts waiting to be harvested. The villagers were full of vigor; after all, it was the winter month, unlike summer when good work was harder to come by.

Zhao Fanyong followed Qin Feng’s lead...

The Wei Dynasty had been established not long ago, and at this time the nation was flourishing. The Shura Sect revered valor and martial prowess, so people often discussed the military campaigns of their dynasty—how they had expanded their territory through conquest.

In this space, the sky grew darker and darker, suggesting that outside it must have already turned to dusk.

Wen Xi chose two long-range control techniques precisely because Li Han feared encountering enemies skilled in ranged guerrilla tactics during combined battles; moreover, these two techniques were quite common.

Normally, as the New Year approached, the streets would occasionally display extravagant strings of red and green lanterns or flower lanterns, with bright red couplets hanging everywhere, creating a warmth unique to the festival. Some lively folks would even brave the cold just to stroll and enjoy this festive atmosphere.

Yet, it was this very superficial display of impatience and annoyance that ruined the fashion and beauty of the scene.

Lin Fusheng felt a sudden rush of heat to his head; his last ounce of self-control forced him to divert his gaze elsewhere.

In fact, Leng Mushan also glanced at her and Gu Jin’er with some confusion, but in the end, she said nothing.

This highlighted An Meng’s skill in setting traps; combined with the scouting conducted the afternoon before, this morning’s operation went exceptionally smoothly.

Chen Fei’s sneer deepened. His Aston Martin already had the defensive capabilities of the original Batmobile—how could a mere bullet possibly penetrate it?

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At this moment, her astonishing memory came into play. Although her contact list numbered nearly ten thousand, she remembered clearly who was where, their roles, whether client or friend. After a few calls, she arranged times and places with perfect accuracy.

That night, he made a special trip to meet his client, casually expressing his concerns and inquiring about the progress of the tasks assigned.

Wang Ergou was desperate. With no other options, he tried to hang himself with a rope. In a hazy state, he saw an old man dressed in splendid brocade, looking like an official, holding a jade ruyi in his left hand and a golden ingot glowing brightly in his right—it was none other than Li Xianggong, the God of Wealth.

“Not bad, there’s more behind,” Mu Tian snorted coldly. He unleashed the Great Compassion Palm with full force; the massive palm strike became a mountain crashing forward, destroying everything around. The sky lost its color, and uncontrollable storms and lightning raged wildly.

Suddenly, a light appeared in the darkness ahead. As Mu Tian instinctively moved toward it, the light swiftly shifted and transformed into a giant sailing ship.

Then Zhang Lu and Sanwu, under the guise of starting a business venture, had stayed holed up at home for nearly a year before setting out together to investigate the truth behind Sanwu’s time travel. Unexpectedly, Sanwu returned alone not long after, first visiting Zhang Lu’s home to erase that history, nearly causing Zhang Lu to lose his bearings during his next trip to Earth.

“This is a bit better overall than the Imperial Green jade I sent to the DeLi Auction House headquarters back then, and the price should be quite good,” Lu Chen nodded.

In terms of equipment support, Zhao Lingling was fully confident; the question was whether it was necessary.

When Du Zixuan looked back at Fan Guangyuan, he had already settled him comfortably into a massage chair. The two whispered secrets, the old and the young laughing happily.

“If it’s for publicity, what do we need to do?” asked cavalry squad leader Luca.

Long bowed respectfully to the sleeping Elder Tianji in his seat, then slowly turned and left the oppressive room. Long had never liked that place.

After Fide arranged for the envoy to rest, he revealed all the details to his most trusted allies: Ayana, Patrick, and Vittorio.

With this question in mind, Yang Chong waited not long before seeing Yukimura Shion arriving with Mo Cunliangshou; the two came down from the fifteenth level of the plaque.

Watching Bai Ling silently wipe sweat, Jian Ya roughly cleaning his bloodied fists with a wet wipe, the few in the car suddenly fell silent, no longer as aggressive as before.

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Ye Feng, who had already left, was unaware that he had become a target. Led by An Hua, Ye Feng arrived at the trading street in the west district.

Upon entering, he found the interior truly extraordinary—various spiritual herbs and some weapons, though somewhat aged, were undoubtedly valuable.

He called him “senior brother,” but the other addressed him as “Chief Instructor Li,” clearly resentful that he had exposed his hidden identity.

The Langya Wolves had secret protection techniques from the Revolving Wheel Sect, unafraid of starving ghosts. The Wheel Sect leader must possess some skill to command five starving ghosts obediently. Perhaps there was a way to reclaim the ghost ring. Stirring his spirit, he spurred the white silver horse beneath him to gallop forth.

Though disappointed, Lin Yu still gained something, spending fifty mid-grade spirit stones to purchase two first-level formations, storing them away as he continued searching.

The spaceship approached just above the sea level, descending vertically and slowly. Upon reaching the surface, it did not sink but floated atop the water.

This place, Zengmu District, was truly a Shura hell, filled with scenes of cannibalism.

Lin Canghai arrived punctually at Fang Baiwan’s office, finding the man already eagerly awaiting him.

When Gu Lingfeng and others saw Zhang Mingyu descend from the sky, they were amazed, yet their anxious hearts eased considerably.

The sharp “clack” sound reached the two ears; Lin Canghai’s eyes watched vigilantly, but unexpectedly a gust of wind howled overhead.

Not the mistress... can we get along better? It was my fault for asking such a reckless question, and one that invited a beating.

Following a dirt road straight ahead for about ten kilometers, a castle-like building with red walls and dark blue roofs appeared before them.