Night.

After a few days of adaptation, the prison in the Demon Suppression Tower has become quite harmonious, filled with a relaxed and amicable atmosphere.

In the square in front of the prison, a group of people were walking back and forth.

"Hurry up and start cooking."

"I've finished writing my love letter too."

"Are we having roasted rice tonight?"

"Yes."

"In bamboo tubes?"

"Both, bamboo tubes and River Demon wrapped rice."

"That's great, I never had anything so delicious before coming here."

A bonfire party lay before them, with barbeque grills, nets, crow feather brushes, and River Demon skin bellows.

They were busy cooking.

Thanks to Su Yuniang's soothing presence, these lower-class women, who had only a few years of schooling, were all moved by her.

Moreover, they now feel very "free."

They were not prisoners but over two thousand prison guards, the change in identity made them feel relaxed.

And where were the prisoners of the prison?

Those two Talisman Masters.

Four Viscera Realm, a very high level.

So they developed the illusion of holding powerhouses and preventing their escape.

Thus, becoming managers, their enthusiasm for learning rose high.

Coupled with their status as followers of the No-Life Sect, they quickly integrated into the sect community, enjoying abundant Spirit Rice meals daily.

Even at the foot of the mountain, daily bonfire dinners began to occur.

When Ning Zheng returned home, only a note was left on the table, inviting him to the prison to join the communal meal.

He was speechless!

The two of them were busy building the prison, hardly touching the ground.

When Ning Zheng arrived at the prison, he soon joined a bonfire party, sitting down to eat, surrounded by a lively and joyful atmosphere.

"Are these stockings?"

"Yes, said to be made by the embroideress on the mountain, try them on."

"They look really nice."

"Pretty, right?"

"But they tear easily."

"What about these?"

"They're called high heels."

Many women surrounded a roaring bonfire, dressed in beautiful outfits, dancing, and singing joyfully.

Su Yuniang was teaching them to become dance broadcasters, to fleece the blacksmiths.

Ning Zheng had no objection to this.

Those blacksmiths earn so many Magic Coins, spending them here at the manor to support the prison was a good move...

Ning Zheng found their dance practice in the distance quite pleasing to the eye.

He really was a good person.

The followers of the No-Life Sect were all being well taken care of.

At this moment.

The bonfires on the mountain and the foot of the mountain complemented each other, truly giving a sense of a bridge made of magpies.

——Both bonfires were Qi Fortune Leeks.

Although the blacksmiths on the mountain were also dining by the bonfire, they couldn't see clearly down the mountain even with telescopes.

Because this prison was covered by a huge circular high wall, prohibiting peeping, privacy was very well protected.

Su Yuniang's calculation was quite good.

If you let them watch rehearsal dances, how would you make money in the future?

It was to make those manor blacksmiths pay with Magic Coins during meals, and then invite the sisters to come out and perform a dance for them.

"The food they make has heavy Yin Qi, ordinary living people probably can't handle it."

After Ning Zheng was full, finding the skill in cooking decent, he lay on a wooden chair, warming by the bonfire, watching dancing in the distance, a group of women singing joyously and dancing.

He suddenly felt that occasionally changing dining environments wasn't bad at all.

The prison would be one of his dining spots.

"Tomorrow, probably can enter the city and have a look."

He felt a little complicated inside; tomorrow would be the first formal city entry since coming to this world.

He was somewhat looking forward to it.

Pingchang City wasn't in his plans to visit.

Because that small local city had been embroiled in internal strife for months, unresting.

Additionally, Gui Pu, the mole, had stirred up trouble amongst their people.

Lacking worthwhile things in the city was to be expected.

Xinyi State City was, however, the trading core amongst a thousand cities in this vast land, and he planned to see if there were auctions to buy some good stuff.

He had two objectives in this trip:

1. Meat Field.

2. Certain treasures or Spiritual Roots that could accelerate knowledge accrual.

In this way, the blacksmiths' iron-working and research speed could be quicker.

Otherwise, even the most gifted would take years to advance to high-tier blacksmith.

Even if speeding up knowledge accrual had slight side effects.

Like, sudden enlightenment, old grandpa's possession, displacing the cuckoo... all would be completely acceptable.

These scenarios frequently occurred in the novels at Li Youzhu's bookstore.

The protagonist accepting inheritance, rapidly becoming an expert in a certain profession, these lucky encounters should exist in reality too.

He thought aimlessly, watching the hot dance, feeling it had a unique charm.

...

Bottle Ancestor's Paper House.

In a cold and silent house, the oil lamp flickered.

Li Youzhu walked out, looking at the prison's bonfire, watching those women dancing, their sweat and glow sparkling in the flickering light, lost in thought.

"My daughter..."

"The manor hasn't been this lively for a long time."

He sighed deeply and returned to the room.

After a while, he moved out a chair and again watched the distant flickering flames.

...

Next morning.

Ning Zheng woke up at home, feeling refreshed; it was a good omen for a long journey, glancing at the game forum's time, seven o'clock.

This world originally had time denominations.

Day and night's transition were very apparent, enabling discerning time of day.

But now with the absence of sun and moon, time perception has been difficult, causing difficulty for the lower-class people at least.

However, Ning Zheng was fine, as he could see the time on forums.

And he looked at last night's forums.

"Boss City Guard Dummy: Little Boy Fusion Reaction Ongoing, Ground-to-Ground Missile Plan Officially Launched"

"How Many Little Boys, Before Those No-Life Sect Followers will Half-Awaken?"

"On the Plot of Xinyi Continent City: Is it finally time to find the Sword Fairy?"

"The true goal of entering the city: The manor's resource procurement, not making contact with the Sword Fairy in the whirlpool."

...

Ning Zheng looked around the forum and found that their information was mostly insignificant.

The only interesting thing was a post.

"Jiucai Rong: Brothers, something big has happened."

The post read:

"The old steward said the blacksmith is exploring and confirming safety, then he plans to enter the city to buy things."

"When entering the city, how could you not take photos?"

"When I was purchasing before, I had the blacksmith buy a projection screen together with me; it's a magical artifact that can take photos, and it's finally being used, taking Embers out for photos."

"As everyone knows, travel frogs take photos during their journey, bringing pictures back to their owner."

"Travel photos have officially launched, and it's up to the planning team to hire more artists to create some photo CG."

"Don't ask why not buy a recording sphere and just record a video; that thing, like a communication magical artifact, costs a thousand magic coins, too expensive, can only take photos."

"I'm planning to get a middle-grade spiritual root, mutated painting card, photo software, to project images onto the painting card. It's going to be a hit, breaking into the high-end market, starting from me!"

"This mutated painting card could probably even be a tablet, creating a comic series."

...

They clearly understood.

The players themselves could not go to the open map at all.

Only Embers could go.

In their view, this is essentially a game about managing a manor, with a very small map.

The regions they went to before were all small, independent instances.

If it were a large city or a super-large sand table plot, the production team simply didn't create that big of a map, so only Embers could go out.

Outside the air wall, there is nothing.

Now, taking an adventure photo CG and bringing it back to the owner, it's already the standard equipment for the travel frog!

Ning Zheng looked over the forum once again; coupled with eating, it took about an hour, just in time for eight o'clock.

The blacksmith happened to come online.

He stood up, put on his coat, and went to the manor.

At the manor gate, a group of people was already waiting in full formation.

They even hung a banner.

[Farewell to the old steward entering the city, may you have a great success.]

This damned sense of ceremony.

It's well done, don't do it again next time.

Without any delay, Ning Zheng sent the group of eight to the teleportation array, looked down at the Qi Fortune Value:

[Current Qi Fortune Value: 1900]

Increased by 50 points.

Such a small number is not an opportunity, but today's journey was smooth sailing.

Ning Zheng felt this was normal.

How could there be so many coincidences?

Xinyi Continent City, with several million people coming and going every day, but only when I go, something happens?

Something happening is the most unreasonable.

To be safe, Ning Zheng still let them set out first.

"Yes!"

"The reconnaissance team officially sets out!"

The group formally stepped in.

Transmitted to the temporary teleportation array on the other end, based on the coordinate information left by the Sword Fairy.

...

...

The scene was a blur.

Several people appeared in a deep mountain snowfield, surrounded by a vast expanse of white.

This teleportation array was obviously left by Jian Xin as a backup escape plan; if something unexpected happened in the city, they could withdraw directly from here and leave the city.

"Which direction?" Dizzy asked.

"Let's get to higher ground to confirm."

Erya apparently had survival experience in the wild.

She had previously followed the refugee tide and escaped out of Pingchang City.

Encountering black markets, bandits, demon men, bullies, all sorts of matters along the way, they finally escaped to Sword Casting Manor deep in the mountains.

In that escape, there emerged many capable people, from various professions, including veteran wilderness demon hunters.

Erya followed among them, learning a lot of experience, her knowledge was not inferior to seasoned Five-Body Realm practitioners.

And those higher-level Four Viscera Realm ones?

Sorry.

They might not really have more extensive wilderness knowledge than the Five-Body Realm practitioners.

After all, very few loose cultivators can enter the Four Viscera Realm, family scions have no need for adventures at low-tier levels.

Like Shi Youyou and others before, they couldn't even build a house, let alone survive in the wild.

Others only venture out solo upon breaking into the Four Viscera Realm, which by then, is beyond the realm of survival; they use low-altitude flying in the wild.

So.

The current material-gathering adventure team is effectively relying on Erya to provide tactical experience.

Otherwise.

Depending on these blacksmiths, full of lofty but impractical ideas, could they do it?

They are all well-behaved kids from the city.

When it comes to wilderness survival, they truly lack experience, whether in direction or identifying demon beast tracks, they know next to nothing.

"Go that way!"

"Protect Erya well."

"Move quickly."

Soon, led by Erya, their party traversed the snowfield.

Fortunately, they were ghosts, so fatigue was not an issue.

Soon they climbed to the top of a several-thousand-meter snow peak, and upon reaching the mountain crest, they beheld a terribly breathtaking sight.

"Look quickly, what is that?" Dizzy suddenly shouted out loudly.

Everyone looked up and saw a massive wall tens of thousands of meters high.

Like a boundary towering towards the sky, reaching into the clouds.

The several-thousand-meter snow mountain beneath their feet seemed like an ant hill, insignificant.

That mythic wall gave an incredible, overwhelming sense of awe, as if mountains far surpassing Mount Everest were stacked together, exuding a mythical sense of suffocating power.

Dusk shrouded the giant wall, history threaded through it, creating corridors from a series of tombstones.

It was one of the great walls built by the greatest ever existences in human history.

In a daze, everyone was moved by a vast and profound Essence, Qi, and Spirit.

Figures of monumental stature seemed present on the wall, with earth-shattering sword shadows, knife marks, their Essence, Qi, and Spirit, tears, joys, and sorrows, now drifting with the gentle waves of the River of Time, burying in the dust of old years, vanishing into the rain.

"This endless tens of millions of li long wall is human history!!"

This scene was too vivid, too shocking, causing almost everyone to cry out in excitement—

We have found the Wall of Sighs of Human History!

If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.