Chapter 113

Relying on the soul being intangible, and with the Void Illusion Realm blocking the view, Zhou Shuo boldly stretched his head out to see what Zhuge Qing held in his hand. He saw that it was a yellow sphere, hollow inside, with two red rings crossing and banded on the outside; at the center of the two red rings' banding there was a small eye, through which one could see the interior of the yellow sphere.

"A spatial treasure?" Zhou Shuo peered into the small eye of the red-yellow sphere, couldn't help but raise his eyebrows; inside there was an extremely tiny black speck, smaller than an ant. Being in soul form, his vision was extremely sharp, and he instantly made out that black speck was a leather-bound book resembling a diary. It must be the Divine Machine Hundred Reflections, but that thing seemed to have been shrunk and placed inside—this small sphere is a spatial treasure.

Sect Leader, do you have any special feeling? Zhuge Qing raised his head, looking at Ma Xianhong across from him who had already picked up his bowl.

Feeling? No! Ma Xianhong raised his head, looking at the little junior staring at him, bewilderedly shaking his head.

You sensed my presence, as expected, the sorcerer is quite sensitive. Zhou Shuo looked at the bewilderedly shaking Ma Xianhong and the alert Zhuge Qing, carefully withdrawing some distance.

Maybe it's just my illusion... Zhuge Qing looked at the bewildered Sect Leader Ma, glanced at the self-cultivation hall filled with puppets except for the two living people, and couldn't help but laugh embarrassedly, wondering if he was being too nervous.

What exactly is your illusion? Ma Xianhong looked at the suspicious Zhuge Qing, involuntarily narrowing his eyes.

I always feel someone is beside us, watching us! Zhuge Qing looked left and right.

Watching us, this might not be your illusion, because I also feel a bit... Ma Xianhong put down his bowl and chopsticks, scanning the self-cultivation hall.

How? Zhuge Qing looked at the guy who put down his bowl and chopsticks, slightly widening his narrowed eyes.

Now people from the company have come to the village; it's likely they're behind this. Ma Xianhong's expression became especially solemn.

Their spiritual perception is not low, we can't stay longer. Zhou Shuo looked at the two alert youths, his thought moved, his divine soul instantly flew out of the self-cultivation hall, but hearing the two's conversation inside, his eyebrow twitched slightly, wanting to stay a bit longer to listen, but after thinking, he still flew away.

Ding-ling ding-ling! Zhou Shuo flew away from the self-cultivation hall, and from afar suddenly heard a clear bell sound.

Oh my... Zhou Shuo hearing the clear bell felt his divine soul's thoughts beginning to scatter, quickly stabilized his divine soul, then swiftly flew away from the self-cultivation hall; he could tell with his toes that it was definitely Ma Xianhong using a soul-targeting magical artifact, the Divine Machine Hundred Reflections, indeed a good thing—how to seize it! Moreover, Omnipresent's people have already arrived in the village; why didn't I see them earlier?

Zhou Shuo swiftly flew away from the self-cultivation hall; when the bell sound faded in his ears and his divine soul was no longer affected, he gradually came to a stop, pondering in his mind how to easily obtain the Divine Machine Hundred Reflections, while also considering Omnipresent's personnel; these past two days he had searched Azure Tour Village but hadn't really noticed the company's people—well, maybe he just didn't notice; Baidu said that in the Battle of Azure Tour Village, the company's temporary workers were all deployed.

Temporary worker. Zhou Shuo chewed on the word, leisurely flew back to the residential area of Azure Tour Village, then searched around inside and outside the village; this time he still didn't find the company's personnel, but unexpectedly saw a figure in the rapeseed field outside the village.

Papapa! The dried, yellowish rapeseed was placed on an oilcloth; the figure wearing a straw hat intently waved the chain-and-bamboo rack in his hand, fiercely striking the piled rapeseed stalks, making the dried seed shells crackle, causing the black seeds inside to roll onto the smooth oilcloth.

You did a really good job.

Awesome! You're much stronger than me.

Cut it out! Manager Li, have you ever harvested rapeseed before?

No, I buy all the oil I eat.

That's amazing, but this Master Feng is truly incredible—slaughtering pigs, transplanting seedlings, harvesting rapeseed, what can't she do?

I don't know.

Awesome. Zhou Shuo looked at Feng Baobao standing motionless under the scorching sun, surrounded by onlookers, only wearing a straw hat and continuously swinging the hoe-and-bamboo rack, her face calm without panting, along with the comments of the people nearby; he could only give a two-word evaluation.

But what about Zhang Chulan? Zhou Shuo watched Feng Baobao intently harvesting rapeseed, unable to go over to talk to her, he looked around searching; he remembered that if the plot went well, Zhang Chulan should be escorting her—has the plot changed?

Holy crap, a little butterfly stirring up a great storm! Zhou Shuo looked around, involuntarily grinning; the situation he didn't want to see had appeared, the plot seemed to have been rewritten, and it was a heavy rewrite—if he had known earlier, he shouldn't have listened to Lü Liangduo's mouth, and now this situation...

…… Zhou Shuo gazed at the girl focused on farm work under the sunlight, unable to think of anything to say for a while; finally he could only drift away, trying to search the village in a circle, but saw no trace of Zhang Chulan, nor even a few other temporary workers; well! Maybe he saw them but didn't recognize them; aside from Feng Baobao, he hadn't really seen any other temporary workers, though it seemed one of them might be Xia Lao Tou's disciple!

Mm! Zhou Shuo, while thinking about the temporary workers, felt his heart stir; his divine soul instantly shot up into the sky, then flew toward the northern forested mountains; he sensed his physical body was being attacked.

You little brat, I told you to go find Jin Feng, not to come bother me—get out of my way, damn it! Xia Liuqing looked at the figure blocking his front, unable to help but jump in anger.

Alright, Old Man Xia, you look for people but don't pick a good one; I tell you, this guy snatched the Heaven's Tome from the Celestial Master's Mansion…… The boy with a delicate, girl-like face, a beauty mark under the left eye, and scattered golden hair looked at the angry old man before him, patiently trying to persuade.

He snatched it from others, and you're snatching it from here too! Wang Zhenqiu, I tell you, today I invited this person—none of you can touch him, wah yah yah! Xia Liuqing looked at the refined youth, instantly flew into a rage, threw down his words, let out a long operatic shout, his empty right hand released a burst of colored light, his left hand gathered the light and wiped it across his face, changing to a black-red-white righteous opera mask, and he also produced a spear-shaft in his hand, leaping forward to attack the refined youth.

Hey, Southwest, I told you earlier, the Quanxing people can't be persuaded—I'm ready to fight! The man with blood-red eyes behind glasses, wearing a green sports outfit, hair all tied back, his five fingers had clawed the tree trunk to shreds, looked at the old man making a move, curled his lips into a smile, and directed his gaze toward 'Zhou Shuo', who leapt up and down like a monkey, occasionally dodging a stray attack.

Don't, Old Man Xia, don't fight, Xiao Ge, you must not act—let Hei Guan handle it! The boy called Wang Zhenqiu, while dodging Old Man Xia's attacks, shouted urgently, stopping the green-clad, red-eyed man from striking.

East China, let's attack together—this guy's soul I don't know where it slipped to, only his body reacts; once his soul returns, even the two of us together might not be able to subdue him. A voice came from the earpiece; the red-eyed, green-clad man called 'Xiao Ge' loosened his grip on the shattered tree trunk, looked at 'Zhou Shuo' leaping like a monkey, and his index and middle fingers slightly curled, condensing a vortex of qi between them.

Whoosh! A flash of cold light suddenly appeared from 'Zhou Shuo''s waist, accompanied by a sharp sound, stabbing toward the preparing Xiao Ge; Xiao Ge's expression didn't change, only the qi vortex that had gathered between his fingers instantly dissipated, his wrist covered by a layer of golden light, and his five fingers reached to seize the incoming cold light.

Creak. A sound of metal clashing rang out; a blade of blue-white cold light was seized by the golden hand, the golden five fingers pinching the point of contact with the blue-white cold light, and bright red blood flowed out.

A flying sword! This kind of thing is truly legendary. Xiao Ge watched the red blood dripping from between his fingers, and the cold light still being gripped by his five fingers, trembling nonstop, able to see the sword blade within the cold light.

East China, be careful... A violent shout came through the earpiece; Xiao Ge slightly raised his gaze, looking at the shadow enveloping him, and at the other party's two gazes that should have been dull but now were full of killing intent.

He was provoked by your killing intent.

An arm, riding the momentum of the body's descent, fell like an iron whip onto Xiao Ge's head; Xiao Ge bore the blow with his golden-covered forehead, unable to bend his waist due to the spine not being able to exert force, his pupils instantly dilated, because just as he lowered his head, the opponent actually raised his knee to strike his face.

Bang! The knee contacted both hands, Xiao Ge's whole body instantly flew backward; the blue-white cold light slipped up into the sky, hovering motionless above 'Zhou Shuo''s head, while 'Zhou Shuo''s eyes regained their divine light.

Oh no, I've been attacked. The voice came from the earpiece.

We've hit an iron plate. Wang Zhenqiu, dodging Old Man Xia's attacks, looked at the figure whose expression had recovered under the sword light in the sky, his face slightly changing.

Old Xia, who are these people? Zhou Shuo's divine soul hastily returned to his body; looking at the scene, his gaze involuntarily turned toward Xia Liuqing, who was facing off against Wang Zhenqiu; this old man had already changed expression, maintaining a fighting stance.

Omnipresent's temporary worker, this Wang Zhenqiu is my disciple. Xia Liuqing looked at the figure whose divine soul had hastily returned, his expression beneath the mask especially awkward, but he didn't hide it, pointing the spear-shaft in his hand at the refined youth Wang Zhenqiu opposite him.

Hey, bro, we're temporary workers; the higher-ups said to catch you for the Heaven's Tome, but now it looks like it won't happen. Wang Zhenqiu looked at Old Man Xia, grinned and waved at Zhou Shuo, indicating their purpose while also expressing regret—they no longer have a chance to succeed.

"For Xia Lao's sake, let's go!" Zhou Shuo looked at the green-clad, red-eyed man Xiao Ge, who had risen to his feet emanating a strong killing intent; although he had never seen the person before, he recognized this killing intent—he had encountered them before at Dragon Tiger Mountain—judging by his appearance, he must be the murderous pervert Xiao Zai among the temporary workers.