At this point, Li Family Village’s eldest son had a stern expression.
Even though it was deeply buried within the mountains, it could still exert influence outside, even urging people on the outside to dig it up...
What kind of Divine Soldiers could possess such power?
"But the mountain has already collapsed..."
Old Master Li hesitated for a mont, then spoke.
After all, on the day of the mountain collapse, the entire Li Family Village was terrified, thinking that the earth dragon was turning over to claim their lives—fortunately, nothing else happened afterward, so it was left at that. Besides, even Old Yu, who lived the closest, hadn’t said anything, which showed that it wasn’t a big deal.
"...Old Yu didn’t ntion it?"
The eldest son’s brow knitted.
"He didn’t ntion anything about a master splitting the mountain with a single stroke?"
"No."
Old Master Li shook his head.
Indeed, he hadn’t. After all, the village was small, and if such a major event were ntioned, the whole village would know within half a day.
Let alone sothing as monuntal as splitting a mountain with one stroke, it would have spread through the village like a myth; if it were that big of a deal, wouldn’t the entire village already be aware?
"Then I probably understand now."
The Li Family Village’s eldest son nodded.
"By the way, Dad, there’s another matter, the emperor has changed, and the new emperor is too young, the court over there is already facing so upheaval, we, the Li Family, need to make plans early..."
From there, the eldest son’s voice grew quieter, clearly indicating that this was sothing only the father and son could know.
Chaos ans destruction, but chaos also ans opportunity, especially when a Divine Soldiers artifact is buried right at our doorstep.
Owning a Divine Soldiers artifact ans having power, and in tis of increasing chaos, power ans having everything.
In so sense, this can indeed be called destiny.
So people have good luck, while others don’t, like Old Yu, who, when he returned ho, was lanting his bad luck.
The water bucket was empty, and the stored grain was almost depleted. Clearly, the large-bodied glutton hadn’t skimped on eating in the past few days—even though, in his words, it was to "feed the brain with a large amount of carbohydrates to facilitate thinking," Old Yu still felt that Du Chengfeng hadn’t done much thinking recently.
Does moving stones count as thinking?
Moreover, the quantity decreased day by day.
On the first day, Du Chengfeng picked out two baskets of stones, but by the second day, he only picked one basket, and yesterday, he didn’t even gather enough to fill half a basket. Is this what work looks like?
Perhaps it would be best to find an excuse to quickly send this person away, otherwise he might consu all the year’s provisions.
Just as Old Yu was racking his brain, trying to find a suitable reason, Du Chengfeng returned.
On this day, Du Chengfeng brought back only a single stone.
"This..."
Old Yu finally couldn’t hold it in anymore.
A single stone, what kind of result was that? Even the village children could pick it up effortlessly!
"It’s different."
Facing Old Yu’s puzzled expression, Du Chengfeng rely shook his head.
"This is sothing completely different."
Without pause, Du Chengfeng drew the large knife from behind his back, pointing it at the stone in the basket.
As the large knife was raised, the heavy stone, about the size of a head, surprisingly, began to levitate.
The heavy stone floated in mid-air, moving left and right with the swing of the large knife.
Old Yu only felt that everything before him was an illusion.
"What... is this?"
Old Yu’s mind was overwheld; he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
"How is it done?"
"This is rubbish picking."
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Du Chengfeng’s face was full of accomplishnt.
"It’s done using Evil Qi."
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