Chapter 223

The training room of the Wang Fu was not far from the study; as Zhao Ti arrived at the front, he saw Tong Guan running over.

“Your Highness wishes to practice Wu Gong? I, your humble servant, will guard outside for you.”

“I don’t know how long it’ll take—take turns with Su Da and the others to keep watch.”

The interior of the training room was vast, divided into two chambers: the first was large enough to accommodate horses and carts, and within it lay a smaller one.

Even after sunset, the air in Beicheng, baked all day by the scorching sun, still burned the lungs with a searing heat.

Shao Fei fetched a cotton coat from the logistics team and headed toward the medical unit—it was something he had specifically bought for Liu Ying before departure, fearing she might catch hypothermia at night.

A blurred figure flashed through her mind, but Gu Nian immediately cut it off with a bitter smile, sealing the gates of memory; she re-covered the box holding the large red apple, lifted her face, and saw snowflakes spiraling down outside the window.

Yet all that had occurred seemed merely a prelude, an early stage. Several days passed without further strange events, and Ru Jun naturally poured all her focus into her new studies—just as she became utterly absorbed, danger drew near.

To be fair, while the Japanese were low in character, the air and environment here were quite pleasant; compared to some of our Huaxia metropolises, the air quality here was undeniably better.

“Obviously—he must’ve climbed over the school walls countless times to watch midnight movies at the video halls nearby,” Wu Liang laughed lewdly.

“If your heart isn’t devoted to cultivation, it means it’s been clouded by worldly dust—you must cleanse your spiritual platform thoroughly, or you’ll ruin your future!”

Facing the Xu family’s underhanded tactics, Le Fan merely smiled, filed it away in his memory, and showed no sign on his face.

He had met Jenny just last night and was still familiar with her aura; even without sight, he could pinpoint her exact location.

After much discussion, Li Yuexi and Li Yong finally convinced him to dedicate ten of the twenty mu to growing a type of grass with short, tough fibers.

But men are different—in their hearts lurks a ferocious beast, untamable, hidden deep, rarely seen, yet once triggered by external stimuli, its eruption can rival the destruction of heaven and earth.

“Two hundred kuai! Take it for production costs! I warn you—don’t get itchy hands; no more mahjong this month!” Mi Gui pulled out two hundred kuai generously from his pocket and handed them to him.

Donglu Town has several factions. Three families, like the Lin family, exist—but the strongest is the city’s principal great house.

“Could it be… that something is sealed here? Why did Uncle Duan enter to deal with it?” Tu Su knew Duan Rui’s strength was roughly equal to his master’s, yet in his memory, Duan Rui had intervened only twice in the ten years of his growth.

Yu Chao did not oppose Lin Doudou’s words; at this moment, he was deeply curious about Lin Doudou—no, rather, about his mother, Zhao Xue.

Duan Rui sensed that the spiritual energy in this world was stronger than in the late Tianlong era—almost a high-level world’s spiritual density—but he was astonished that no spirits or demons had emerged.

Lin Lang thought, Old Lady, keep pretending—I won’t be polite either—and sat down without hesitation.

“Why are you so dense?” Qin Wan sat aside, refusing to look at him—the one she thought of day and night, and now that they’d finally met, he was trying to drive her away.

Because of this, he and Wu Lianquan became brothers. He had originally planned to betroth his sister to him, but then Yue Xuan Yuan appeared out of nowhere. Though his sister said nothing, he could tell—she felt nothing for Lianquan, but something unusual for Yue Xuan Yuan.