Chapter Twenty: Sudden Wealth, a Foreword by a Renowned Author, and Lectures (The Foreword Appears as a Standalone Chapter)
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Xu Chengjun opened Lu Shu’s diary. The pages had yellowed with age, their corners curling like waves, and several were still speckled with mud.
One page read: “June 12, 1977. I dropped my sickle while harvesting wheat. The captain said, ‘If the wheat falls, it can be propped up; if a person falls, he has to climb back up on his own.’ Today I wrote a poem called ‘Wheat Awns.’ I want to work the captain’s words into it.”
Pointing to the line, Xu Chengjun looked up and asked, “How do you think literature should portray ‘suffering’? Take the matter of dropping your sickle, for instance—
That was a magical weapon bestowed by the city lord specifically to capture criminals. Now the criminal had escaped, while the weapon had been damaged, and they had no idea how to explain themselves to the city lord.
The methods he knew for dealing with cavalry were simply beyond the productive capacity of this dynasty to carry out.
He was waiting anxiously when, all at once, he spotted the four master-and-servant figures approaching him. His heart leaped with joy, and he was just about to go forward when, to his surprise, the four of them had already decided to turn back.
As a result, many disciples of the Sacred Transformation Sect had merely heard Ye Qing’s name without ever truly seeing him.
Back when Lu Yunzhou was stationed in the military district, military affairs had kept him busiest. When work piled up, he could even forget to eat. Yet now he was actually cooking for Chief Wen.
Seeing this, Wu Hai sprang to his feet with remarkable efficiency. When he drew near the clinic, he paused for a moment, then, after a while, walked toward the clinic’s entrance.
Liu Zhu, Zi Yuan, and Song Qing exchanged glances, all wearing expressions of profound dismay.
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They had always known that he cultivated both spiritual energy and martial prowess, and that his physical strength was formidable. But now that they had witnessed it with their own eyes, they found him several degrees stronger than they had imagined.
The brisk autumn wind whipped her dark hair into the air. Gazing at the grassland in the distance, she felt as though, in a daze, she had returned to the past.
When they had still been disciples, they had received guidance from Jiang Xuanzi. They had always been wary of this “Senior Uncle,” who appeared unkempt but was, in truth, exceedingly strict about rules.
“Then how can I be sure that you’re real?” Li Ruoyan asked, still shaken. This City Without Words was indeed a sinister place.
Or perhaps it was more accurate to say that, among the questions I asked him myself, the Black and White Impermanence did not tell a single lie.
“Very well. The war between the three clans is, by its nature, a war among cultivators. The innocent must not be harmed.” The Old Roc King nodded in agreement.
Ask whenever you do not understand. Liu Yiming was very good at that. Humility leads to progress, while pride leads to failure.
Liu Yiming was displeased. He had originally intended to show the two of them mercy, but now it seemed there was no need. People this arrogant deserved to be punished.
If supernatural creatures had descended into reality, that would have been one thing. Transcendents could resist them; all they needed to do was exterminate the creatures completely.
It was something no one present could possibly contend with. And among the human race, apart from that Blood-and-Iron Madman, who else possessed such strength?
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The restaurant was a mixed gathering of all sorts, making it an excellent place to gather information. In particular, the tea tournament was to be held here in a few days, and merchants from out of town had been arriving one after another.
Qi Tiansheng raised the DV in his hand and swept it across the entire room. After confirming that there were no ghosts in sight, he turned to the other two.
Fuso revered brave warriors above all else, so even though Chiba No Kichi had lost a great many warriors, he would not be severely punished by the clan. For the sake of staying alive, Chiba No Kichi would agree to serve his lord.
The mechs of the American Federation of Sciences were the most advanced in the world. As long as the mech pilot was skilled enough, the machine could move as nimbly in battle as a human being. It was practically a living mech.
“When are you sending it?” Deathly Cheap rolled his eyes and asked, expressing his contempt for Zhang Long’s sleazy manner.
Surrounded by countless people from other factions, they all watched the two sides already engaged in battle, whispering among themselves below.
“All right. Since you’re so loyal and devoted, I’ll help you ask.” Deathly Cheap curled his lips, then turned to look into the darkness behind him.
The nine main battleships had successfully turned around and were accelerating away. The transport ship that had originally been at the rear had also escaped disaster. It followed closely behind the main fleet, leaving that terrifying stretch of river behind.
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