Ah!

Listening to the screams inside, Ning Zheng quietly backed out of the alley.

He leaned against the wall at the alleyway, watching the bustling night market filled with people, laughter, and began to think:

"So, the forum says she likes to play fighting and shooting games and curses at strangers, that's how she curses..."

This person is really versatile.

Skilled in swimming, fighting, cooking, communication, business, yoga...yes, she even does yoga with Ning Jiaojiao.

Ning Zheng felt a bit envious, she knows so much.

But it's alright, she's under his command.

Other sects, major sects, and families are also filled with talents, it seems he's not doing too bad.

The cultivation aptitude in this world is: comprehension.

Reading various books can reveal one's ability; on a deeper level, it's the aptitude of the soul.

The physical spiritual root is postnatal, honestly speaking, people like her would be chosen by a major sect as core disciples wherever they go.

Luckily, I have this blacksmith simulator.

Otherwise, as a low-tier cultivator, I truly have no qualification to possess talents like Su Yuniang, Jiucai Rong, and Daojiu in this manor.

Thinking this way, his mood became better!

"Sister Su Yuniang is so strong."

Ning Jiaojiao was watching the alley, her eyes sparkling brightly.

Feeling that sister Su Yuniang is too cool, too responsible, is this the world of adults that is legendary?

Crunch.

There was no sound from inside.

Su Yuniang walked out, feeling extremely emotional: "Young people are great, they sleep as soon as they lie down."

Having completed a task of defeating hooligans, she felt refreshed.

This peaceful farming simulation game finally encountered a personal combat segment.

"Sister, you're so cool." Ning Jiaojiao said full of admiration.

"Cool, right."

Su Yuniang returned to her normal biological appearance, proudly:

"Girls must learn to be independent, to protect themselves through combat, and before learning combat, one must learn how to curse first."

"It is said a gentleman uses words before hands."

"In our hometown, whether during a formal match or a private fight, the first step before fighting is...trash talking!"

"Trash talking?" Ning Jiaojiao was very curious.

"Yes! In our hometown...the weak don't deserve to have parents and a family lineage."

Su Yuniang's voice was low, her eyes full of a sense of history, telling she's an old soldier who's been through battles of blood and tears.

"Let's go to the bookstore." Ning Zheng interrupted her speech, reminding them they were here for business.

Recalling the terrifying scene just now...even scarier than when Ning Jiaojiao goes crazy looking for her brother.

Obviously, Su Yuniang is crazier than usual after death, compared to normal ghosts.

Would a normal ghost speak like this?

Talk in such a perverted way? Asking others to lick her feet?

Is there such a possibility.

She belonged to that other world's ghost before her death? Already extremely twisted, ferocious, and brutal, that's why she's so absurd?

After all, Ning Zheng still doesn't know if the group beyond the screen are humans or ghosts.

He silently used the note function on Ai's assistant to open the "Local Evil Ghost Records" of Spirit Manor's ancestors, and wrote the newest page of the "Blacksmith Species Observation Diary":

[Today heard some intelligence, it turns out their current world is also very cruel, battles often occur, the weak don't even deserve parents.]

[Could it be that there are many orphans there now?]

[What kind of tragic world are they living in?]

[I can't imagine, planning to continue observation, stole many of their emojis again yesterday, and found indeed there are various magical emojis attacking the spirit, among which the dog head series feels very interesting.]

...

Wrote down a few lines of notes, feeling pretty good.

"Brother." Ning Jiaojiao called: "Hurry up and catch up."

Soon.

They arrived in front of Youzhu Bookstore.

Inside the bookstore, the outdated books were neatly arranged on the shelves.

That middle-aged scholar sat at an old red desk at the doorway.

"Uncle Youzhu, I'm here."

Su Yuniang entered with great enthusiasm.

These days, indeed, she's been ordered to build a good relationship with this bookish puppet, and as a social butterfly, she's forged quite a bond.

"It's you two girls again."

The bookstore owner glanced at them, then his gaze fell on Ning Zheng without much attention: "Come in and sit. You can borrow books to read but don't damage them."

The three entered the bookstore, each picked out a few books and started flipping through them.

Ning Zheng noticed their familiarity, realizing that they had been increasing their bond through reading every night recently.

Especially Su Yuniang, who grabbed a book and started chatting away in front of people, chattering.

Sometimes Ning Zheng envied this kind of high emotional intelligence person who stands in a crowd and becomes the focus of everyone's attention.

His gaze bypassed her, and Ning Zheng went on to do his actual task, following the prompt and finding a certain book glowing in the corner to the right.

He reached out and pulled it out.

The book's cover read "Red Sun Cycle Theory."

"The clue to the chaos in Pingchang City is here." Ning Zheng wasn't sure if he was mistaken; he hadn't seen this book before during his previous visits.

Of course, it might just be an illusion, given the plethora of random talks in the bookstore.

He opened the first page and silently started reading.

The atmosphere suddenly became harmonious, Ning Jiaojiao was also reading, and Su Yuniang was chatting with the store owner from a distance, giving off a sense of tranquility.

Ning Zheng read a few pages, but his heart only grew more confused.

He usually asked questions directly when problems arose, detesting riddles the most. After thinking for a moment, he placed "Red Sun Cycle Theory" on the table and opened the discussion: "Uncle Youzhu, I didn't see this one last time?"

The decadent middle-aged man lifted his eyes:

"Oh, it's a recent special supply. The Red Sun is coming, which happens once every 150 years, so I put it out for the young people who'd otherwise miss it."

"What's the Red Sun?" Su Yuniang asked curiously.

"Many names: Red Sun, Great Extinguishing, Ash Disaster."

He took the book and casually opened the first page, pointing to a line and reading it aloud:

[In the Jiushui Dynasty, the present Saint commanded the Sun and Moon, managing the stars. Every 150 years, he pardoned the entire world, releasing prisoners from Nine-State all over the world as a show of grace.]

"Releasing prisoners?"

Su Yuniang pondered, then suddenly said: "Could it be referring to those Earth-bound Spirits in various cities, states, and villages?"

"Smart girl."

Li Youzhu laughed heartily, "You're right. Releasing Embers embedded in earth veins is like weeding a garden. If weeds grow too much, they take up resources meant for normal life."

"Once every 150 years, weeds are cleared."

After all.

The muddy qi and embers in the world are increasing.

Over time, an extremely terrifying thing could happen: ghosts would outnumber humans.

Therefore, a regular sweep is necessary, drawing all the embers embedded in the earth vein out!

"Each Red Sun sweeps away ninety percent of the embers in the world, returning the earth to a state of clarity!"

"At the same time, each routine sweep causes massive upheavals everywhere."

"Because embers take root in earth veins easily; just buy a Continuing Ash Talisman. But pulling them out is tough."

Li Youzhu teased: "Advanced embers require cultivators of equivalent cultivation level to sever their connection to earth veins."

"This causes the fall of certain noble families."

"Why?" Su Yuniang didn't immediately understand.

"Think about it." Li Youzhu said:

"If your family falls to the point of having no powerful contemporary cultivators with cultivation equivalent to the old ancestors, you can't protect your family's old ancestors, and they'll be swept away by the present Saint!"

"This is also a form of survival of the fittest."

"Every 150 years, a batch of decayed parasites is weeded out. If your family lacks strong contemporary cultivators, no matter how many ancestors or how prosperous you had been, it all becomes fleeting as a mirage!"

"So, the noble families in Pingchang City have been preparing urgently lately, severing ember connections in old ancestors' tombs, isolating them from the earth vein to survive this 'Great Extinguishing.'"

"At this time, things like Continuing Ash Talismans depreciate wildly, because isn't embedding them into earth veins now suicidal?"

Su Yuniang realized this and exclaimed:

"Surely, some great noble families in Pingchang City have fallen now! They're trying desperately to make one final push, forcibly launching a Great Cultivator to sever the earth vein connection to save the old ancestor!"

"Exactly!"

Li Youzhu smiled.

Ning Zheng understood.

Every 150 years is a new division of cake, an alternation of new and old forces, upheaval after upheaval.

Of course, these matters originally didn't concern Sword Casting Manor.

Because the demon men in the manor have enough power to sever their old ancestors' earth vein connections.

But now Ning Zheng...

"So, my three wild old ancestors, tens of thousands of residents of Spirit Manor..." Ning Zheng pondered silently, looking at the girl flipping through the book by his side, "and Ning Jiaojiao, all about to be gone, sucked away by the earth vein?"

Without strength to save them, uprooting is inevitable.

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