Salvage City was full of strangeness.
On the streets, small groups of people exuded powerful auras. Everyone here, upon returning to Shangjing City, would have the qualifications to compete for the position of team captain. Moreover, their methods were even more ferocious. They had all crawled out from between knife edges, far different from those greenhouse flowers.
But even though there were quite a few people walking in Salvage City, and even some shops open on both sides of the streets, it was...silent as the grave.
Everyone tacitly maintained quietness. At most, when buying and selling in shops, they would speak in low voices.
Each shop had only one young clerk. They looked quite young and didn't seem to have any aura of energy on them at all, just like ordinary people.
But those powerful salvagers didn't have any thoughts of looting the shops.
It was as if they were apprehensive about something.
Wang Ye appeared on the street as a new face, quickly attracting many gazes. But different from the city gate, they merely took a glance at Wang Ye before shifting their eyes away.
There was an unwritten rule in Salvage City.
No life or death matters outside the city.
No loud noises or killing allowed inside the city.
Although not explicitly stated, those who violated the rules had already mysteriously died.
In this life and his previous one, this was Wang Ye's first time coming to Salvage City. He looked around curiously and found that all the shop clerks had slightly pale complexions and stiff bodies, with dull eyes.
It was as if...they lacked the aura of the living.
Were they puppets?
Wang Ye thought for a while as he ceaselessly searched for No.7 Grocery Store on the streets.
The search process was much easier than he had imagined. Going deep into an alley, at the farthest corner of the alley, there was a shop that looked rather shabby. A damaged signboard hung there, with the words "No.7 Grocery Store" written on it.
After silently remembering the location of the grocery store, Wang Ye checked the time. There were still two hours until 11pm.
Based on the postal service's intention, it seemed he could just put down the box and leave directly.
But something was likely to hinder him. He must rush out of this seemingly ordinary shop before midnight.
After roughly organizing his thoughts, Wang Ye entered the grocery store.
After all, this place would become his home ground two hours later. Checking it out in advance to get a better grasp of things was always better.
Strangely, while all the shops outside, regardless of size or goods sold, had a clerk inside, this one was...completely empty.
The shelves inside the grocery store were even completely bare, as if it had been abandoned for a long time.
But if the grocery store was already abandoned, the counter, floor, tables and chairs were all clean and tidy, clearly showing traces of cleaning.
Of course, it would have seemed a bit strange if the address given by the postal service looked ordinary and normal.
Carefully observing the layout of the shop, from the counter to the door, there was only a distance of 5 meters. Although there was a square table with four chairs in between, with Wang Ye's current speed, he could rush out in just one second even if he took a detour.
It was hard to imagine what he would encounter next that would make the postal service give him an hour to escape.
Behind the counter was a wooden door, locked by an old bronze lock.
Based on the layout, it seemed to connect to the backyard.
Other than that, there was not much difference from other shops.
At this moment, footsteps sounded from outside the door.
A man who looked very weak scholararily walked into the grocery store wearing an ancient white robe.
Wang Ye's gaze flickered slightly as he took two steps back and stood to the side silently.
The scholar had fair skin, an elegant scholarly temperament. He gracefully came to the front of the counter and peeked inside.
Then a disappointed look appeared on his face and he turned to leave.
It was as if he had just noticed Wang Ye. A hint of joy flashed across the scholar's face, but he didn't speak. Instead, he lightly nodded at Wang Ye and exited the grocery store.
Silently observing everything until the scholar left, sweat kept dripping down Wang Ye's forehead and his entire body weakened slightly.
From the moment the scholar entered the grocery store, a powerful oppressive aura directly flooded the room. Under this terrifying aura, even a slight movement took tremendous effort from Wang Ye.
That person...was quite terrifying.
Recalling all the actions and emotions of the man after he entered, Wang Ye slowly exited the grocery store.
There were still two hours until 11pm.
Perhaps this mission was more dangerous than he had imagined. He needed to make more preparations.
Shangjing City.
The sky gradually darkened as the clouds formed a swirling vortex shape. The center of the vortex was pointed right at the neighborhood where Wang Ye was.
In a house.
It's about to appear!
The address has been locked - Donghua District, Xingfu Community!
An old man who looked like a peasant took a hard puff from his tobacco pipe. Beneath his honest face was a hint of gloominess: This mission was personally assigned by several big figures of our stockade. If we mess it up, there's no need to go back.
A middle-aged woman with a headscarf had a solemn expression as she nodded: I heard the Buddhist Clan and Dao City are also participating. Relying on just us few will be a bit difficult.
The other two youths, one male and one female, nodded in agreement with grave expressions.
The old man knitted his brows and hesitated for a long time: At the critical moment, I will ask the inspector to take action. Moreover, we also have people among the top echelons of the heavenly branch.
Hearing the old man's words, the three visibly relaxed and the atmosphere lightened up again.
This time, regarding the election for the Buddha's successor, although the moderator couldn't make a move due to the greater situation, he has passed his Vajra pestle to you. I believe that with the power of the Vajra pestle, you will definitely be able to gain an advantage in this operation.
Huating Hotel
In front of a huge floor-to-ceiling window, a handsome young man stood with his hands behind his back.
Behind him, the middle-aged bald man respectfully said:
The moderator was able to give me the Vajra pestle, how could the other elders just watch as I forcibly charged ahead with their own supporters?
They're just tacitly maintaining an unspoken understanding. If I'm confident I can crush them relying solely on the Vajra pestle, I'm afraid the first one to die would be me.
However, even so, I, Anan, will still forcibly suppress this generation.
A strong self-confidence emanated from the youth.
The middle-aged bald man became even more respectful. Pressing his palms together, he softly chanted: Amitabha.
In various locations throughout Shangjing City, several youths all emanated powerful auras.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
