221 Dalong Prefecture, Twenty-Nine
Han Linling secretly breathed a sigh of relief. 'Thank goodness no one saw it. Otherwise, I'd seem like a spoiled brat.'
Jingzhai was extremely surprised and shocked. He had originally thought that He Chen's combat strength was only at the Martial Emperor level, but now it seemed that he was at least at the Martial Emperor level. His cultivation was astonishing.
If they were enemies, the world would be plunged into chaos and suffering; such power... Truly, Elder Yun has excellent judgment.
In the air, He Chen moved quickly and arrived in the air. At this moment, the two eagles were already snuggling together, with Wei Ming's broad wings gently embracing them.
Wei Ming was surprised by the sudden appearance of a person, and then quickly separated. For a moment, the two eagle heads were a little red-faced.
Wei Ming arrived immediately, saying, "Greetings, Master! You've become even more handsome!"
He Chen, as if he hadn't seen it, said softly, "Let's go!"
Wei Ming nodded, "Master, please take a seat." Then, the space rippled and the wind and lightning blew as they sped towards the Ten Thousand Mountains.
The Fifth Elder's figure vanished quickly, leaving a ripple in the space before it subsided again.
In the hall, the women watched He Chen disappear before their eyes, a pang of sorrow welling up in their hearts. They composed themselves.
The women began to make their own arrangements.
Jie Huayu, Wei Qinghui, Fanghua, Yunyan, and Wei Lan, along with Wen'er and others, went to check on supplies and accommodations.
Piaomiaoyue and Hanlinling were discussing the production of the Flood Dragon Armor, and arranging for the procurement of other auxiliary materials.
For a moment, Jingzhai had some free time, and asked softly, with a hint of teasing, "What is your lover's cultivation level now?"
"When I first met you, you were already a Martial King. I really don't know what level of cultivation you have now," said Misty Moon in a low voice.
"Thank you for the Thunder Spirit Fruit, Master. My lover must have gained something again."
Jingzhai nodded in agreement, saying, "Those with extraordinary talent naturally possess cultivation levels that are incomparable to or beyond the comprehension of ordinary people."
Han Linling, with a mischievous and wicked grin, looked at Piaomiao Yue and chuckled, "Yes, truly gifted. Sister Yue understands perfectly well."
A slight blush rose to Piaomiao Yun's face as she generously said, "Would you like to introduce me to my sister? I wouldn't mind at all."
Although Han Linling was quirky and carefree, she was caught off guard at this moment, and her face immediately turned red. She stubbornly retorted, "Try it then! Don't regret it if your lover leaves you later!"
Piaomiaoyue chuckled, "If Sister Han possesses such abilities, I truly admire her. You'll need our help then."
He laughed at himself after saying that.
Jingzhai shook her head, not joining in the young women's conversation. She was upright, in the prime of her life, lively and lovely, with a quick wit. Youth was in its best, the time when flowers bloom most beautifully.
It's understandable that they have so many ideas; they pursue beautiful things and don't care about worldly opinions. I really envy them.
I couldn't help but sigh to myself that I was getting old and couldn't keep up with the way these young girls were thinking.
Piaomiaoyue and Hanlinling fought fiercely for a long time before gradually calming down.
Piaomiaoyue looked at the Master and asked softly, "Sister Han, Master, is there anything else? If not, how about I show you both around the market?"
The Master shook his head, his voice somewhat languid, and said, "It's rare to have some time to relax. If we have nothing else to do, then we'll trouble Yue'er to show us around."
Han Linling nodded. "Let's take a look around today. Starting tomorrow, I hope you'll arrange a spacious area for processing the dragon skin and scales."
Piaomiaoyue nodded. "Alright, the house will be ready today. I'll trouble you with the rest, little sister."
So, Han Linling and Jingzhai, wearing gauze hats, went out onto the street.
The streets were bustling with people, and the air was filled with the sounds of people coming and going. Fruits, vegetables, grains, rice, flour, clothes, and medicinal herbs were all on display as the three of them walked slowly. The atmosphere of prosperity gradually unfolded.
Rice markets, fish markets, brocade markets, fan markets, hemp markets, and medicine markets gradually formed within the market and began to be divided into distinct areas.
Shops, inns, theaters, and stalls were all readily available, their locations neatly arranged, the sounds of vendors hawking their wares filling the air, wage negotiations taking place, goods being bought and sold, and crowds thronging the streets.
Amidst the bustling crowds, merchants moved swiftly, selling grains, aquatic products, cattle and sheep, tea and wine, as well as watermelons, and even southern specialties such as lychees, longans, tea, bamboo, and silk.
On the ground, Jingzhai stomped his foot on the ground, which was as solid as fired bricks and tiles, with obvious traces of magic.
Moreover, it was obvious that the surrounding houses were all three stories high, and some were even four stories high. Jingzhai was quite surprised by this.
On the street, a group of patrolmen, all in uniform, with knives, swords, or spears at their waists, moved in perfect unison. The leader, too, had only recently begun his cultivation journey.
For ordinary people, it's naturally a piece of cake to fight ten people at once, but for cultivators, it's something that can't be taken seriously.
However, occasionally there are pairs of people patrolling, wearing the same uniforms, but their cultivation levels are extraordinary, ranging from the fourth to the fifth level.
The three strolled around and arrived at the outer perimeter. The road was under repair. Wei Si and an old man were there. If He Chen were here, he would probably recognize them. This was Old Man Shi. He never expected that a dignified Martial King would come to this place. He looked like an old farmer.
He wore a dark linen short jacket and gray cotton trousers with some mud on the trouser legs. He wore straw sandals. Except for his smooth, calloused hands, he looked no different from others.
The two were talking at the moment, and there were many other people around them. They were repairing roads and building houses.
Yes, roads and houses are under construction. Ordinary people are filling in the road surface neatly, while four people dressed in dark clothes, with burly builds and dark complexions, come onto the road.
He controlled his inner energy, pressing one hand to the ground. Soon, the area three feet in the center began to harden, as if it were fired bricks and tiles. Then he repeated this action.
Soon, the nearly three-zhang-long road surface began to stabilize. The four men felt tired and slowly walked to the shade of a nearby tree to sit down and rest. However, they felt a sense of relief and joy, finally having a chance to use their skills.
Under the shade of the trees, a cool breeze blew by. They quietly enjoyed the coolness of the shade and the fresh air, which gradually relaxed them and allowed them to recover quickly.
Upon seeing Piaomiaoyue and her entourage, Wes quickened his pace, stepped forward, bowed slightly, and greeted them, saying, "Greetings, Madam."
Piaomiaoyue nodded and said in a low voice, "Guardian of the city, these are the extraordinary individuals you mentioned yesterday."
Wess nodded in agreement. "Yes, madam. Not only these few, but also some building houses in the distance, and others making other things."
As Wes spoke, he pointed into the distance.
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