Chapter 853: Noise on Hill Fifty-Five

After planting sweet potato vines in the morning, Xia Jingwei finished lunch then hurried up Hill Fifty-Five. She started prying up rocks right in the heart of the Wolf Pack’s territory to help fill up Python Pond.

Today, she brought along a chainsaw—handy for cutting down the few big trees blocking the boulders from tumbling downhill. As Xia Qing buzzed away with the saw, the wolves on the mountaintop—big and small—just couldn’t stand the racket and finally ran off to escape the noise.

Around two in the afternoon, Xia Qing spotted a medium-sized helicopter flying in from the south. It landed inside the Section One of the North territory. She didn’t even have to ask. Of course, this meant something.

The fact that even medical equipment could be pilfered was a problem that couldn’t be brushed aside. Think about it—if a leading medical equipment corporation like YZ Group was starting to pull shady tricks, who would still dare get surgery done at a hospital?

For some reason, even though Qin Zheng’s attitude was downright nasty, she didn’t really dislike the way he spoke.

The remaining magic wolves, seeing their attack had failed, immediately retreated. Who knows what was running through their minds.

“What is that?” someone couldn’t help but mutter to the person next to them. Even though they were hundreds of kilometers away and didn’t have a scope, it didn’t stop them from seeing that being.

The reason was simple: no human powerhouse could rush in to reinforce Cang Jian and Jian Feng in time. Even if anyone found out, all they could do was fret helplessly.

Yang Qingyi watched as Xu Yingyuan lowered his head. After a moment, she gave a faint smile. “Alright, I understand.” She fell silent for a bit, then lifted her gaze to the brilliant moon and closed her eyes, just for a moment.

Suddenly, she remembered the uniquely improvised chords at the start of ‘Pirates of the Caribbean’ that her mother had taught her on the piano.

Gu Xingliang spoke in a cool, quiet voice, strolling lazily toward the back door. He lifted his eyelids just enough to look at the red-haired guy, a glance that was there and gone.

They’d each gotten a good share of low-grade spirit stones, and everyone ended up with two mid-grade ones too—a pretty sweet deal, all things considered.

The scene playing out in front of her kept tugging at Ning Rongrong’s heart. It hurt. It was agonizing. Oscar stood by her side, comforting her with a gentle hand on her shoulder.

By now, the Sun-Devouring Azure Python was at the end of its rope. Keeping those three around was pointless. With that thought, his eyes flashed with a hint of killing intent.

The rest of the cultivators were all fairly strong. Every one of them stared up at the fiery bird overhead, their eyes full of naked greed.

Song Huaijin faltered mid-step, his heart aching with worry. He knew exactly what had happened last night. For once, he was genuinely glad he’d sent secret guards to protect her. Otherwise, he’d never have forgiven himself.

“I’m not asking for personal favors, General. I just hope you can get my brothers some proper weapons,” Zhang Han explained steadily.

Chuge bit his tongue and stayed quiet, sulking on one side. Ji Beihan also gazed silently out the window, misery clear on his face.

He pointed to the jar beside him—inside sat a ‘Peace Crane,’ and a sign taped to the front read, ‘Twenty yuan each.’

Looking around, Zhang Han came over once more, stopping behind Lin Xiaoyu, who was still deep in meditation.

Originally, An Yixiong hadn’t planned to show up in person. But he worried An Renjie and his men wouldn’t be able to handle Chu Ming, so here he was.

The crown prince was always naturally dignified, never letting his feelings show. He’d never shown a hint of care for anyone or anything. Not even his closest chamberlain or the once-favored Liet Feng had seen him act this nervous, this invested—or maybe even, attached—to someone.

This little bit of time was nothing to Hua Yunfei. The moment he remembered that the Hua family’s medicine fields could be watered with spirit springs, Yunfei figured he’d be laughing in his dreams.

Now that the Dragonborn had nourishing things to strengthen themselves, who among the demon beasts could resist such temptation?

“Maybe I’ll just keep wandering… and try to find my sister along the way,” Ifli thought, clenching her fists. Her sister, Inome, had left Samistar long ago in search of power. As the Flower of Watchers, Ifli had guided and healed countless lost spirits before.