Chapter 43: The Tiller Business

There were still quite a few people in the fields, most of them having just admired the tractor and returned to their work. Seeing Wan Shun with another curious contraption on his back, they couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.

"Wan Shun, what are you tinkering with this time?"

Wan Shun raised his brows. "It's something good, uncles and aunts. Come over and take a look when you have time, I guarantee you've never seen anything like it."

Previously, when everyone questioned the tractor, Han Shan had explained that it was Wan Shun who had built it. The villagers were half convinced, half skeptical.

That night, a fierce fire broke out in the city, and it was thanks to the two Daoists from the Qianqing Sect, Xuan Chen and Xuan Guang, who used their magic to protect the manor, that it was spared. Elsewhere, however, chaos reigned, flames raging everywhere. Fortunately, the fire did not last long and the damage was minimal. Liu Yuan did his utmost to aid the affected residents, calming the people's hearts.

For a time, Shen Bo Ru found himself with rare responsibilities. Driven by curiosity, he read through the incantations of the other seven sword techniques one by one.

Moreover, only we survive... Ma Yuan did not voice this thought. He understood that everyone would be revived—more precisely, he would return to the original point in time—but those who had died before him would never return to life in this dimension.

Ma Yuan's plan was to sever his head, or perhaps another part of his body. However, when he finally reached the creature, he discovered that the infant was so enormous that it surpassed the range of his blade.

"Take care, Lady Bai Li!" everyone cupped their hands to Bai Li Lan, then turned their horses and rode away with carefree abandon.

Yet for those with supernatural abilities, martial cultivation has always been merely an embellishment. Important, yes, but never the most crucial thing.

When Ma Yuan entered, Hinata Hyuga was practicing the Sixty-Four Palms with her clan’s branch members.

"Sister-in-law, don’t listen to Brother Shi Nuo’s nonsense. Just call me Xiao Ge; everyone treats me like an outsider otherwise." Chu Xiao Ge affectionately took Xia Nuan Yan’s arm, the sudden intimacy leaving Xia Nuan Yan bewildered. She cast a pleading glance at Jun Shi Nuo.

Everyone turned toward the sound. In midair, Shen Bo Ru rose on a cloud, extending his right index finger. With a casual swipe of his left hand, a few drops of blood splashed from his right finger. The left hand did not pause; a spell was cast, and the drops of blood seemed to leap and dance in the air.

Qian Mo stretched his neck and took a deep breath; Xia Nuan Yan had already dressed and walked past him.

"This matter is of great importance. I’m telling you so you can be prepared—and we can’t rule out that his kin might break in to rescue him."

The real trouble wasn’t the weight he bore, but the peculiar footwork of the Wooden Stake River. It was mysterious and difficult. Following Reid ahead, he realized it seemed to be a basic combat technique focused on footwork.

Last night’s untimely thunderstorm, which arrived without warning, startled some people, but many were unaware.

Liang Youwei suddenly thought of the life-bound treasure once used by Xia Chuxue—a vivid red object shaped like a night-blooming cereus, appearing exceptionally powerful.

"This Che Chengxian is determined not to let our Kou family off, is he?" Kou Haikang’s face darkened instantly, his tone thick with anger.

Xu Jia shook her head, no longer paying attention. As she was about to go inside, she noticed the enormous statue placed nearby.

She was terrified. Could it be... could that immortal want to replace her? She even regretted not bringing the sealing silk that Ning Xuanhou had given her, though it had only been a few days—how could she already be seeing illusions?

One walked with head bowed and a blank face, the other with chin raised and a silent smile; everything around them was utterly unrelated to either.

"Yan Yijun, you dare deceive me." Zhou Qiyin pushed him away, but he was immovable, as solid as Mount Tai.