Chapter 44: Go Bring Me Some Water

"Little Yu, you're strong. Go to the old well and draw some water to wash it up." An Xian said as she pulled an inflatable small swimming pool out of the room, along with a hose, and handed them to her.

Ever since the power outage, the municipal tap water had also been cut off. Fortunately, there was still an old well where water could be pumped manually; otherwise, they would have had to carry water from elsewhere.

That decades-old well had taken days of cleaning before the water ran clear.

Qin Xiaoyu looked at the hose in her hand, then glanced at the iron pot, and turned around to grab the one trying to sneak away—

Naturally, the health-nurturing wet nurse knew that breastfeeding for a period was best, but since the consorts had to be at the beck and call of the Master, how could any of them nurse in person?

On the steps behind him, the Fourth Master watched his stooped figure, his heart filled with a myriad of emotions. That lonely and desolate silhouette made anyone's heart tighten.

"Lord Ansi, I have something to report!" A somewhat static-laced, rustling voice came through the private channel.

"Why do you make it sound like something's wrong with me? I'm doing great." Yaliqi laughed. Indeed, her physical condition was still very good, and the Fourth Master was doing well too khan.

"Let's enter the palace first." Chi Jingyu sighed, and taking the lead, departed from the place. Bai Wushuang followed closely behind, and the coroner sighed behind the two of them.

The young mother was stunned for a moment, but upon snapping back to her senses, she stuffed all the cash in her bag into the donation box.

Nangong Yinyi cast a resentful and discontented glance at Mo Xiangjun, but with the Crown Prince right behind, she dared not cause any trouble and could only slink away despondently.

However, the word had already spread throughout Lucheng, and everyone knew that his former fiancée, Beauty Xiao, was entangled with his uncle.

Gu Tingyu's gaze, however, was once again drawn to the patch of red marks exposed on Beauty Xiao's arm.

During Chen Zheng's absence from Earth, Lin Zhengming's cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds, already reaching the late stage of Deity Transformation. Yet compared to An Jing, the master of the Kunlun Fairy Palace, or Su Cheng and Zuo Qinghong who cultivated within it, he still fell quite a bit short. At this moment, as another strange phenomenon manifested over the Fairy Palace, one didn't need to guess to know that An Jing's cultivation was about to rise significantly once again.

Yet Chu Feng forged a winning flying dagger on the fifteenth and seventeenth moves. Once this joseki was played, Chu Feng firmly controlled the territory on the left half of the chessboard.

Mr. Mo walked around this peculiar launching platform twice, then called the nearby soldiers over, instructing them to try turning the three hand cranks. He finally discovered that depending on the number of turns each of the three cranks made, the launch angle and altitude of the platform varied accordingly.

The few of them spoke as they retreated further away from the massive cyan pillar to build a fire and boil water. The blind man recounted the details of what had just happened. Actually, there wasn't much to tell, since the blind man himself didn't know what had gone on either; he said he was just feeling the stone pillar with his hand when he suddenly felt something spray onto his face.

However, Xu Bansheng had tested it: with his current level of cultivation, he was still unable to practice the cultivation technique inscribed on the jade pendant. This was probably the reason why that grape spirit clearly possessed the jade pendant yet had not practiced its techniques, simply because her cultivation level was still insufficient.

One had to admit that compared to Wuming's aptitude in the path of the sword, Ding Yang was left behind by dozens of streets. Being able to reach his current realm was largely thanks to Jueshen.

The three of them smiled at each other. Xu Bansheng stood in the center, with Yao Yao on his left and Lefan on his right, and together they walked toward the towering cyan stone gate.

Chaoxi Village was not large, and the residential house where Wu Yi and the others stayed was not far from the burial pit. Coupled with the deep silence of the night when even the livestock were asleep, it was exceptionally quiet.

Tossing the God-Forging Platform aside, Mufan finally produced the Sikong Ding. He had always lacked a defensive magical treasure; although his previous brick-shaped treasure and the armor purchased in Haicheng were both decent, they ultimately fell somewhat short.

Just as the distance between the two of them shrank to merely a few hundred yards, the corners of Xiao Fan's mouth suddenly curled into a cunning smile.

Furthermore, the most crucial point was that pet equipment differed from other gear; it was not equipment worn externally on the body, but rather something akin to inner armor.