Chapter 62: Leaning on the Tower

Dozens of meters away, at the ruins of Feiluan Palace.

The damaged palace structures had been fully repaired.

Many demons stood nearby, gazing at the risen Feiluan Palace, their faces filled with sorrow.

The one-armed little demon walked calmly to Jiang Jian and said, “Thank you.”

Jiang Jian said, “Why thank me?”

It lowered its head and looked at Jiang Jian: “You just saved my life.”

Jiang Jian whispered, “I had no intention of saving you. If I hadn’t gotten the iron, I would’ve killed you.”

The little demon’s gaze was complex: “But that was only if.”

Jiang Jian shook his head and ignored it, turning toward the flying shuttle.

“This time, we repaired every building—exceeded the mission, earned plenty of credits.”

Inside the cabin, Liu Tiezhu smiled, “Plus all this iron—our gains are substantial.”

Clang.

Jiang Jian boarded the shuttle; the cabin door closed.

Shi Xuan held Zhuyue Dao, gazing out the window: “The remaining demons will all receive identity devices and gain unofficial citizen status.”

Liu Tiezhu nodded: “These minor matters fall under Jiangcheng Enforcement Bureau’s jurisdiction—none of our concern.”

Jiang Jian sat down, opened his identity device.

Prompt tones kept sounding.

“Learning mission completed!”

“Mission exceeded—reward increased to 1,600 credits.”

“Credits have been disbursed.”

“You received: 400 credits.”

“Your remaining credits: 400.”

In addition,

Another message popped up, sender: “Wu Hai.”

Jiang Jian activated privacy mode and opened the message.

“Jiang Jian, I saw you exceeded the learning mission—excellent work!”

Wu Hai’s gentle voice came through: “Do you remember the iron I asked you to get?”

Jiang Jian replied: “Teacher Wu, ten pieces of iron have been secured.”

Just a few seconds later,

Wu Hai sent another message: “Jiang Jian, I knew I wasn’t mistaken in you!”

“When you return to the academy, come straight to my office—I’ll apply for your credit allocation right away!”

Upon hearing Jiang Jian had obtained the iron,

Wu Hai’s tone was clearly excited.

Jiang Jian closed the communication, silently sneering.

A few minutes later,

The flying shuttle had entered the Tianzhu Mountain route, heading toward Sanzhong Jiangcheng.

Liu Tiezhu settled into his seat in the back and turned forward: “Jiang Jian, you’ve never been to Wuchong Jiangcheng, right? Let me show you around—how about it?”

Shi Xuan dismissed it: “I grew up in Linjiang Province—I’ve been everywhere in Wuchong Jiangcheng.”

“Huh?”

Liu Tiezhu turned his gaze: “Then name some places you’ve been.”

Shi Xuan pointed out the window: “I know the pet market and Ghost Nation in Erchong Jiangcheng, the auction houses and black markets in Sichong Jiangcheng—like my own backyard.”

“Only after growing older and traveling elsewhere did I grow a bit rusty.”

Liu Tiezhu scoffed: “All those places have been rebuilt.”

Shan Ye hugged his schoolbag: “Why don’t we go to Haicheng? The food there’s amazing.”

Liu Tiezhu said: “All you think about is eating.”

Listening to their chatter,

Jiang Jian said nothing, quietly cultivating while calculating his remaining cultivation resources.

“Nineteen pieces of iron—leave them for now.”

“Alliance coins: over 800,000.”

“Plus Wu Hai’s 300,000 Alliance coins.”

“1.1 million Alliance coins.”

As he pondered,

Shan Ye’s voice came: “Jiang Jian, are you coming to Haicheng?”

Jiang Jian paused, then said: “I need to return to the academy first—visit Teacher Wu.”

“Then we’ll go to Haicheng tonight!”

Shan Ye grinned at Jiang Jian, mischievous: “Haicheng is beautiful—I’ll call my friend to meet you.”

Shi Xuan asked curiously: “Who’s this girl you’re being so mysterious about?”

Shan Ye opened his identity device and held it up to Shi Xuan: “Here.”

The next second,

Shi Xuan’s pupils contracted: “She’s this beautiful?”

Liu Tiezhu turned his head, glanced, and nodded: “They really suit each other.”

Shan Ye beamed: “She’s my friend—of course she’s beautiful!”

Shi Xuan sat beside Jiang Jian, lowering his voice: “Still, I think your sister’s prettier.”

Jiang Jian raised an eyebrow: “You’ve seen my sister?”

Shi Xuan grunted: “Don’t you remember? The Divine Bestowal exam was recorded online.”

“Though there were tens of thousands of students on Guangling’s Feiguang Stage,”

“your sister stood out too much.”

“I saw her at once.”

“How to put it…”

Here, Shi Xuan looked awestruck.

“She stood there, silent and still—her celestial beauty? Calling her an immortal’s form isn’t an exaggeration.”

Jiang Jian asked: “How did you know she was your sister?”

Shi Xuan blinked: “Guess.”

Jiang Jian shook his head.

His background was clear and clean.

Easy to verify.

Shi Xuan, as the son of the Shi family patriarch, having some influence wasn’t surprising.

“Shi Xuan.”

Shan Ye walked over and sat across from him: “Aren’t you usually gloomy and quiet? Why so lively now?”

Shi Xuan patted his schoolbag: “Lately, I’ve been down because of my cousin.”

“But money brings joy.”

“Especially a lot of money.”

Shi Xuan reached out, touching his schoolbag: “You probably don’t know how much these pieces of iron would sell for outside.”

Shan Ye said: “On Linjiang’s network, one piece sells for 200,000 Alliance coins.”

Shi Xuan waved his hand: “You can’t buy it for 200,000—there’s no supply.”

“Putting this on Linjiang’s network would be a massive loss.”

Shan Ye looked curious: “Then how should we sell them?”

Shi Xuan said: “If you trust me, I can use my family’s connections to sell them—400,000 Alliance coins per piece!”

Shan Ye sneered: “You’re probably trying to steal my cut—I’ve got connections too. I’ll ask my family first.”

Shi Xuan didn’t press her, turning to Jiang Jian: “Honestly, your sister’s beautiful, but I feel something’s off about her.”

Jiang Jian murmured: “What’s off?”

Shi Xuan glanced at Shan Ye: “There’s an outsider here—hard to say.”

Shan Ye snorted, stood, and walked to the back of the cabin.

Shi Xuan lowered his voice: “I’ll be blunt—I treat you as a friend, so don’t take offense.”

“In the video, her mental state seemed… abnormal.”

“Especially during the Divine Bestowal ceremony.”

“Your sister stood motionless in the light pillar, then suddenly… changed. Hard to describe, but it was strange.”

Shi Xuan recalled the footage, choosing his words carefully.

Jiang Jian remained silent.

Shi Xuan’s words, in some ways, were not wrong.

Jiang Zhao's illness was indeed not fully cured.

(End of chapter)