Chapter 55 – Greedy Justice (I)
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Greedy Justice (I)
Calm returned once more to Lonesome Peak.
I’m actually considering the name change, as it could hardly be called ‘Lonesome’ anymore. I mean, yeah, compared to other peaks, it still is, but there are 6 of us now, which is enough to start a cult!
… I mean, I won’t. But I could. But I won’t. Well, it really is couldn’t.
Long Tao locked himself up in his room, seemingly struggling to comprehend the art.
Elder Qin delivered a first batch of cultivation resources that were all funneled into Xi Zhao, who in turn started cultivating like mad.
Dai Xiu was also busy cultivating, as I instructed her to just do that for now.
And the remaining three of us… well, here we are, busy under the clouded sun, building materials strewn about.
“And what is this?” Light asked, pointing at a bucket.
“It’s a bucket.”
“Yes, but what is it for?”
“… for storing water.”
“Ah. And this?”
“It’s a rope.”
“What is it for?”
“… for tying things.”
“And what are you doing now?”
Okay, yeah, she’s definitely a kid. Relentless, like a fly in midsummer, always just… buzzing around. Hua and I busied ourselves with construction as I arrived this morning with a new batch of materials necessary.
As for what we were doing right now? Digging, mostly, and laying down the foundation. It was going to be relatively shallow, as the plan was simple: these ‘houses’ weren’t permanent but just temporary lodging. I’d actually planned on starting the construction of the main palace shortly after the competition’s end, but with the war looming… I decided to wait.
If we win–no, once we win, there’s gonna be a huge influx of materials, and if it’s true that I’ll be treated as a hero, maybe I won’t even have to lift a finger, and the sect will build me whatever the hell I want built? That’s the dream.
“Preparing a foundation.”
“Why?”
“Otherwise, any stronger winds could knock the building to the ground.”
“Why not just use arrays to stabilize them, then?”
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“Because they cost money.”
“So, you’re a cheapskate?”
“…” you know, I can kind of see why this guy who’s just barely holding back from belting out a laugh is pretending to be mute. I couldn’t not answer, and it honestly didn’t even have anything to do with her identity; had I not known, she’d only seem like an averagely curious six-year-old girl with slightly special-looking hair and eyes. “Where’d you learn that word?”
“My mother used to call my father that. She said it’s a bad thing.”
“It’s not a bad thing… always,” I defended myself vehemently. “These will be temporary shelters, so instead of wasting Spirit Stones on them, it’s better to use the stones for cultivation.”




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