Chapter 58 Determining the Location (Happy New Year to Everyone)

"Are they digging up the mulberry fields?" An Songyu asked as he walked towards the third team of Linhe Village, guided by Niu Baojia.
"Indeed! Not to mention them, even in the other teams of our village, there are hardly a few households left that still keep mulberry fields nowadays." With that, Niu Baojia could not help letting out a sigh.
In fact, in a place like Shuncheng, out of ten villages, nine used to raise silkworms and plant mulberries!
Going back a decade or so, the production quotas of every village—
Behind the pool, Yan Wubian's expression also darkened upon hearing these words, knowing that something terribly wrong had happened.
The next day, when that censor was sent out of the Prince Yan's Mansion, he had not yet regained consciousness. By the third day, he directly resigned from his official post, returned to his hometown, and completely withdrew from worldly affairs.
However, being used to being bullied is never a good thing. After all, if others realize that you are easy to push around, they will just keep bullying you.
A long spear of an exaggerated design was thrust into the ground; due to the immense force, half of the shaft had sunk deep into the earth, yet the half exposed still left many people around in profound shock.
Qingfan saw that Wang Yi was sitting there and could no longer launch another attack, while in the distance on the ground, Jie Chen had first been drained of his remaining vitality by his junior brother's whisk, and then had his lifelong cultivation shattered by his own deity-invoking technique, leaving him completely exhausted and at death's door.
Why he encountered a spring right here was not something Kayano Yukio thought much about. Anyway, under his management, the spring's workload had indeed become much lighter, especially after cooperating with Ryoko.
The ring on the thumb was black, containing the blood of Ampere; by extension, the one on the second finger belonged to Andik, the third to Selani, the fourth to Beatrice, and the fifth to Sejongs.
In the outer room near the door stood a stove built with yellow mud and a rusted iron pot, atop which sat a few bowls and plates—this constituted the entirety of this household.
Upon seeing this, Yang Zhao stepped forward first, walking along the imperial pathway, while Wang Yi followed closely behind with his hands clasped behind his back.
The spiritual masters within a hundred zhang radius of the God-Communication Pagoda were all directly blasted into the air at this very moment.
All factions were making their own plans, weaving a web of complex and unspeakable undercurrents. As one trapped within the game, Ji Kang naturally could not escape it.
Deep in the mountains lay a spacious clearing, where the Divine Fire Sect had erected a large gate, inscribed with four characters: "Blessed Land of Immortality."
At this moment, the Corpse King inside the Five Elements Dragon-Trapping Formation abruptly struck the wall of wood, shattering it. The shattered wall of wood transformed back into a spiritual talisman with a hole pierced through it. Affected by this, the other four walls also successively reverted into spiritual talismans.
Therefore, including Tang Qu, everyone actually felt quite suppressed and could only resort to dispatching messengers.
Could it be, as he claimed, that the meaning of his existence was to guard this place, just as the Drunken Mad Daoist guarded humanity?
Everyone remained silent, offering no response, only sighing heavily. After a long while, Sara spoke: "Whether they are enemies, I do not know. But I do know that they regularly come to take people from here and also bring some fresh faces, yet those who are taken away are never brought back..."
The Elder and the President of the Alchemist Guild sat face to face, drinking tea, with red invitation cards resting upon their table.
"Discounts are easy to discuss, but it depends on how much stock Brother Wang is looking for," Qi Yulong said, glancing over as the folding fan in his hand snapped open once again with a crisp sound, his movement suave and his smile warm and amiable.
"Lu Yunfei, you are just stalling for time. Today is not your day to bargain," Shui Jing over there said impatiently.
Yet this sword looked bizarre no matter how one observed it; it could hardly be called a sword at all, but rather a saber. But who was Wei Wuzi? He was a disciple of the Rampant Sword Sect—how could the object in his hand possibly be a saber?