33. Sweetheart’s Dream

Old Mother Liu nodded, repeating every word her granddaughter had said without omission. Her face turned pale when she spoke of the disasters, for the child’s descriptions had been chillingly vivid.

"Planned economy... collective ownership... the Great Steel Smelting... the communal dining halls... natural disasters... mass starvation..."

Old Man Jiang urged her on, repeating these terms as his expression grew increasingly grave with each one.

"Old man, our precious child's dream..."

Although it was clear that the situation in Dover was heading toward a collapse, since Churchill insisted that everything was fine, the staff officer dared not stir up trouble by correcting the Prime Minister's misguided statements.

Murong Xue’s face turned deathly pale in an instant. Afraid to meet the strike head-on, she retreated two or three steps, only to have her body collide with a flagpole behind her. Panic flared in her heart, and she tried to sidestep, but it was a moment too late; Li Changkong’s sword pierced her left arm.

Feng Lin, however, was left completely dumbfounded. As she jumped, the peaks on her chest heaved violently, the impact of which was no less intense than that of Xin Ruoling.

She handed over her phone with the lock screen already disabled. The photo displayed on the screen instantly made her colleagues’ eyes turn red. A single thought surged through all of them simultaneously: to tear the clothes right off Fang Bing here and now, and proceed to do what humans do.

"Is this the brand-new realm? The Taiyi Profound Immortal Realm?" Jin Zha clenched his hands, his eyes brimming with joy.

Yet, he was also deeply curious—what on earth were they looking at? Was it really that entertaining? How could it make them act so ridiculously?

However, the Beast Tamer Sect was well-trained; they could command beasts, and they were equally adept at resisting the animalistic instincts and desires within their own bodies.

Upon successfully challenging the celestial stars, both the team leader and members could earn experience points, along with a chance to win generous item rewards gifted by the stars.

Triggered by the shouts of those people, the crowd by the wall suddenly became restless, some even appearing aggrieved. They truly had grievances they could not voice, forced to swallow their broken teeth and hide their injured arms within their sleeves.

"Ancestor, Zuo Junlin has arrived." When Liu Xin entered to report, Ouyang Liuxiang was in the courtyard tending to the flowers and plants with Gu Ruomei.

With a thunderous boom, there was no suspense at all. Feng Tianbo spat out a mouthful of blood as his body was sent flying by the shockwave; had it not been for the barrier, it would not have been surprising to see him launched a hundred miles away.

I shook my head. Once I stepped out, they would surely discover me. The most important thing now was to figure out exactly what had happened in this town.

Old Xu could certainly find countless ways to torment and torture him, eventually making Yang Xiao understand who the true master of this camp really was.

However, the current Nan Shu was not the frail and easily pushed-over version from the mission world, and it wouldn't be easy for him to do anything overbearing.

Thus, Wang Danian, a wanderer who had left Xiaozhou, the South Main Street, his brothers, and all his kin and friends for eighteen years, had truly returned.

Su Ze remained in seclusion for a full year. Along the way, he only asked the steward, Shuofeng, to retrieve some herbs from the Dan Cao Hall for him, and no one saw him thereafter.

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire crowd erupted in an uproar, standing frozen like wooden chickens. That was no ordinary stroke of luck.

However, the fifteen thousand troops in Lunu City were battle-hardened veterans Liu Tianhao had led since the Battle of Yanmen Pass, and they were all skilled cavalrymen; he could not bear to send them into the vast Taihang Mountains to suppress bandits.

The two attitudes of craftiness and directness coexisted within Tang Yurou, making her thoughts complex and her actions decisive—and, naturally, ruthless.

Fortunately, the ice began to disintegrate on its own when it was about five centimeters from his chest, shattering completely upon contact with his body.

One must know that after entering the Profound Level, a good cultivation technique is crucial, as it can determine a martial artist's lifelong achievements.