Chapter 39: The Struggle for Provisions

“Your Highness, our county granary doesn’t have that much grain. Not just our county—even the other counties in the southern border probably don’t have such quantities,” the magistrate replied.
Chen Mu looked at the magistrate in surprise. “What? The granary of a county can't even spare a thousand piculs of grain?”
That wasn’t a large amount. The last time they mobilized for the campaign against the grassland tribes and disaster relief, it had all come from the Central Plains...
“The spatial passage between the Hell Realm and Earth has stabilized. When I defeat you, at least a quarter of the remaining humans will become my slaves. Shouldn’t I laugh?” said Thanatos, the Lord of Death.
“Alright! Ready!” With help, Ouyang Pengcheng was more than happy to take it easy. He was the sort who would rather lie down than sit, and would rather sit than stand—a habitual slacker.
“Yuhan! Cast Rain of Fire! Quickly!” Ouyang Pengcheng called out to Mu Yuhan, who had stayed by his side, her face full of reluctance.
“Miss Yun, stand beside me. Later, you can explain things for me,” said the Imperial Prince of the Martial Dynasty.
Everywhere was a scene of devastation; not a single house remained intact. The ruins and broken walls were striking. The ground was littered with debris, scattered with the rotting carcasses of livestock, filling the air with a stench. Flies buzzed noisily in every corner. At the sight of such chaos, all previous joy evaporated.
“Pay attention. Not only does this pearl contain considerable power, but it can continuously absorb external energy to grow stronger,” said the God King, nodding as he retrieved a silver-white pearl from his space pouch.
Sus’s voice didn’t sound as defeated as usual, and I was dumbfounded! The first thought that flashed through my mind was—Sus was just a show-off, all appearance and no substance.
When Beryl and her companions heard that familiar voice, they became instantly excited and stared coldly at the Water Scale tribe members.
Inside the Ferrari, Sus pulled out his laptop from his backpack. With a swift dance of his fingers, several camera views appeared on the screen—one showed Xiang Kun’s house in Eagle Eye Alley. Effortlessly switching between shots, Sus raised his eyebrows and, oblivious to the situation, began chatting with Young Master Dantai.
Dropping to one knee, Ye Xuan’s solemn face became tinged with anticipation. The Ring of Night glowed faintly, and a sparkling ring floated into Ye Xuan’s palm. The ring contained not a large diamond, but a luminous, six-sided snowflake.
Developing for twenty minutes with almost no interference, it was easy to imagine how terrifying the Captain’s equipment had become.
He Qi went to the chess house in the morning, saw shattered glass everywhere and was overwhelmed by the foul stench. Furious, Qian Xuan cursed loudly, then turned to find Long Si, determined to catch the troublemakers.
He withdrew his hand, and saw Du Zhiqing’s brows gently furrow. She muttered, “Brother Chen,” then continued sleeping.
Suddenly, Phantom Ladola rushed swiftly toward Ruofei, who was so startled he closed his eyes with a muffled gasp.
Shixiang eyed the bread warily, then took a bite. Her eyes shone with disbelief.
With her hair done, makeup finished, and the hour growing late, Xu Yinyin, assisted by Lianqiao and the other maids, put on the wedding dress she had designed herself, meticulously embroidered by the seamstresses over half a year.
Heavens! The hotpot restaurant hadn’t even opened for a month, and already the grandson’s fifty percent share had earned such a hefty dividend?
From the docks, a long row of food stalls lined the roadside: wonton sellers, noodle vendors, buns and steamed bread, baked flatbreads—anything you could imagine.
Cai Xiaoyu cried. Unlike Ge Dazhuang’s wailing, he shed his tears quietly, stubbornly wiping them away with his arm.