Chapter 28: Selling Goods on the Black Market

Termite mushrooms were the first food Fang Mingxi had ever gathered. After being kept in her spatial dimension for about ten days, they were still remarkably fresh when she took them out, even retaining a dusting of soil.

Opposite Fang Mingxi sat a middle-aged woman wearing a headscarf, who had laid out a few heads of bok choy grown in her own garden. The moment she saw the termite mushrooms on Fang Mingxi's board, her eyes widened in astonishment.

Moments earlier, she had been wondering if this young girl was even from the countryside; after all, what village girl would dress like that to come to the market?

They were, by all accounts, romantic rivals. Having clashed for so long, even though things had been relatively peaceful lately, they were unlikely to exchange pleasantries upon meeting. Consequently, Lin Weiran lowered her head and walked past, while Tian Mengya, too absorbed in her own turbulent thoughts, made no move to speak to her.

However, those people had only siphoned off one ten-millionth of the energy, which would merely trigger a few natural disasters rather than anything more catastrophic. Yet, even so, repairing that infinitesimal fraction of energy would take a full century.

Xiao Yan looked up at Qianlong, only to find him gazing down at her with concern. His dark, bright eyes clearly reflected her own image. Being stared at so affectionately by Qianlong, Xiao Yan was momentarily struck by the illusion that they were a pair of lovers who truly understood and cherished one another.

The house was the only property her parents had left her, holding all the precious memories of their family of three. If she sold it, she would have no place to call home, not even a place to mourn her loved ones.

Xiao Yan secretly felt relieved that she had already sent a letter to Zhou Qian with her address in the capital. Thus, although she could not wait at home for him indefinitely, she was not worried that he would be unable to find her.

Qianlong had not hidden from Yongqi and Yongrong the fact that Xiao Yan had left the palace alone with the Seventh and Eighth Princes.

They had originally been trying to find a way into Demon Wind City, but after circling the outskirts, they had somehow ended up in Beast Immortal City instead.

He spoke with constant honorifics and a humble tone, yet both Mo Ying'an and Mother Yu could detect the underlying stubbornness in his words.

Xibai stood before the mirror. From within the reflection, she watched him lower his eyes, his features still and possessing a refined, aristocratic air. Seeming to sense her gaze, the man suddenly looked up, his eyes meeting hers in the mirror unexpectedly.

Feng Tingyu’s teeth were chattering from the cold. He knew that if he continued, he would either freeze to death or be forced to withdraw from the training due to injury.

"Very well, let’s go find Du Xian and have him dispatch a fleet to accompany me!" Zhou Yun said with a hint of amusement. Although she had agreed to the plan, its success ultimately depended on Jin Duxian’s approval.

The wind that night bit into the soul, its icy chill seemingly capable of freezing a burning heart solid.

He heard my nervous cry and stopped instantly, gasping for air. Fighting to restrain his emotions, he abruptly pulled away from my body and stumbled into the bathroom.

Xu Shiwan bit her lip. Although she didn't know why I was so afraid of my family finding out, she knew she was in the wrong and had no choice but to agree.

I kept a cold face and cast a casual glance at her. Since I was already naturally expressionless, I must have looked even more terrifying at that moment.

As for the old formation plates, any that were imperfect were like pouring water into a container; the water would splash and churn, remaining truly unstable until the vessel was full, and even then, hidden undercurrents would persist.

Because the items in the trunk were so precious, they didn't even stop in the city center, choosing instead to drive straight back to Jinling.

Over the weekend, Li Zhenguo sent Zhao Hui 3,000 yuan. They spoke on the phone again, and Li Zhenguo once more urged Zhao Hui to take care of her health and improve her nutrition. Zhao Hui’s heart was filled with joy.

He opened his mouth to speak, only to find his throat as if blocked, unable to produce a single sound.

"Phew, that scared me! I thought they were about to start fighting right then and there!" Danzo patted his chest, trying to steady his nerves.