Chapter 238: Eat Poop

The three arrived at the school cafeteria.

Several teachers were eating inside the cafeteria.

Since it was only an elementary school, few stayed for lunch, so the cafeteria was small, with only four serving windows.

Besides two windows for dishes and one for rice, the fourth window served noodles, dumplings, and other wheat-based foods.

"That day, did you eat rice or noodles?"

"Eat rice?" Principal Wei frowned at the question.

Niu was also infected, saying: "Comrades, I've missed you so much." This year's Spring Festival Gala, Brother Feng didn't need to appear—his lines had all been stolen.

Jia Qianqian saw him take the bait and grinned. She wasn't just confident in her gambling skills; even if she lost, he'd have to help restore her memory first to find that staff—and once her memory returned, she could decide then.

"It's not here either…" Lin Ming quietly closed the door and stepped back out, continuing deeper inside.

This pain seemed to come from the depths of the soul—every inch of skin, every fragment of spirit, felt as if swarming with powerful Soul-Eating Ants gnawing at it. The robust vitality from the bloodline awakening no longer surged forth.

Xia Xun looked into Xia Yue's eyes, yet he saw no hostility there—only kindness.

Ancient scenery was truly unmatched. Though they had trudged for five days, exhausted and drowsy, the journey was filled with wildflowers everywhere, rabbits darting and eagles soaring, greenery stretching in every direction, trees and blossoms lining the path—nothing like the modern world, where villages and towns were scarce.

Though he hadn't been in Mingzhu long, he knew Dongfang Xiari was one of the city's top restaurants—he still clearly remembered Sun Great Ming's famous line: "If I can spend one night in the golden splendor of Dongfang Xiari, I'd gladly sleep on the streets every day after."

Nie Wuzheng's hand was injured, so the three decided to stay temporarily in Wei County until he recovered. After raiding the bandits' hideout, they reclaimed their own property and swept up everything the bandits had stolen.

"That third-rank alchemist is Ren Ze. His alchemical talent is astonishing—he was once ranked tenth in the Dan Pool, but after you entered, his rank dropped to eleventh," Master Song explained to Xia Xun.

Lin Ming rested for several days in the imperial city, while Ye Bingning used the time to practice her newly learned Light Art.

Yet in recent years, for reasons unknown, the Qian family had taken to the strategy of "watching the fire from across the river." Occasionally sending warnings about Qian Shiya's actions, they merely hoped to stir up more conflict between Qian Shiya and Du ZhiXuan, so they could reap the "benefits of the fisherman."

Yet in real life, achieving happiness and peace is by no means simple or easy.

The Prince of Qin, with his expressionless face and a chilling aura radiating off him, successfully drove away the crowd still gathering to watch, then took the joined-cup wine from the matchmaker and sat across from Du ZhiXuan.

Shangguan You had no family or home, refused any rewards—his great vengeance had long been avenged, leaving him without purpose. He now resided in the first outer corridor of the Eastern Palace, bringing the attendants—such as the Crown Prince's Stable Master, the Crown Prince's Chamberlain, and the Crown Prince's Tutor—into proper order, and daily handled the Crown Prince's official duties from the Qingque Side Hall.

He transformed into a crimson dragon, darting and leaping, his fists striking like wind—onlookers saw only the fifteen agile guards' faces each receive a blow in sequence. A moment later, they were all writhing on the ground.

Tang Ming looked at the now-silent Tang Ming, didn't want to stir up trouble, gently tapped his head, and said nothing more.

After what felt like a long walk, the black-cloaked man finally reached the entrance to the hall where Ling Fei and the others waited. He gave a slight nod to someone off to the side, then pushed open the door. Yet the air remained utterly still—no one appeared.