Chapter 89: Twenty Years of Guardianship

She even turned the fountain into a waterwheel—the kind you can use directly for washing vegetables and preparing dinner! The villa had six stories and a swimming pool at the back, which she also transformed—now it teemed with aquatic creatures, ready for the picking: shrimp, crabs, small lotuses, and more! Beyond that stretched a vast plot of land, where she’d planted sweet corn and potatoes.

“Zixi, you’ve really planted a whole range of vegetables.”

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“With your assurance, I’m relieved,” Shangguan Yanyan’s expression softened after hearing Shangguan Jian’s promise.

Fortunately, all the preparations had been completed, and Dan Chen’s mastery over puppet refinement had reached perfection. The only reason he couldn’t craft a peak-level puppet before was due to insufficient strength. Now, having broken through to the Void Fusion stage, he could finally forge a supreme puppet.

Tadun saw through it instantly—Yuan Shao wanted him and Gongsun Zan to maul each other, then swoop in and reap the benefits. Furious, Tadun burst out in curses: “Yuan Shao, damn your mother!” These Han people truly couldn’t be trusted, he thought. If he survived this ordeal, he swore never to believe a single word from another Han.

However, the Sacred Blood’s enhancement of martial realms had not been part of Gu Jie’s calculations. Thus, when Dan Chen faced the fourth heavenly tribulation thunder, he withstood it with ease, far beyond what Gu Jie had anticipated.

“Thank you—I didn’t realize you were so capable.” Saint Dynasty looked at me with a playful grin. Hmm, taking a closer look, this girl was actually quite attractive.

In the north, Liu Bei and Liu Biao craned their necks, waiting for Cao Cao and Sun Jian to clash. Liu Biao sneered inwardly: Both sides attack me, but since I’ve already left, let’s see how you struggle against each other.

“What do you mean? Are you mocking me again?” Qimeng glared, deeply annoyed. She and Red Face seemed naturally at odds; whenever they met, sparks inevitably flew.

Still, it was strange—the Song state, descendants of the Shang, had been established after King Cheng of Zhou quelled Wu Geng’s rebellion. In keeping with the ancient tradition of reviving fallen states, he enfeoffed Weizi Qi, a surviving brother of the last Shang king, on the former Shang lands.

At the same time, the Yang Sword and Yin Sword that Liang Shan had cultivated were instantly absorbed by the Xuanyuan Sword. Liang Shan’s body and spirit were both flooded with a sensation of expansion.

Seeing the crazed look return to Lan Shi’s eyes, Miao Cuihua wanted to wail. Brother, if you really like my Huahua, could you just confess for once? Who knows, maybe Huahua would actually be moved?

By the time the fifth watch arrived—about eight in the evening—the entire village had already extinguished its lights. Though this wasn’t ancient times, there was little to do for entertainment. Except for those eager to start a family, most people were already asleep by then; after all, there was work to do the next day.

After reviewing Jin Shi’s memories, Su Yixin could only sigh—sometimes, it’s those closest to you who strike the deadliest blow.

It didn’t take long. This time, Su Yixin took the initiative, channeling all her elemental energy into the Universe Mirror. The mirror rose swiftly, spinning and expanding above her head, its pale yellow halo spreading outward until it enveloped Qian Song.

For about ten seconds, she neither responded nor moved, yet everyone waited patiently. Han Shu, too, didn’t press her.

There was an initial rush of pleasure, but once merit invaded the body, anyone seeking to absorb spiritual energy and advance their cultivation would discover that merit blocked the meridians. Where once you could absorb ten units of spiritual energy at a time, now you could manage only one.

At last, as the blazing sun tilted across the sky, the heavy city gates slowly creaked open under the supervision of He Shaoyuan and Mu Kun.

The dagger in her hand was no ordinary blade; it was forged from meteoric iron, sharp enough to sever hair at a touch. Yet even so, it failed to pierce Ye Feng’s skin in the slightest.

The insect that Dai Feihe once had Yang Junsheng bring to the Su residence showed no signs of swelling.