Reborn with a Space: Building a Fortune Amidst Famine

Chapter 880: Chapter 880: Fellow Disciples

Tan Shaoting and his three sons all understood; right now, the small Wolf Tooth Mountain Market was already bustling with people, almost as many as the original novel’s cultivators. And there would be even more in the future.

There were especially many people in the Spiritual Food Pavilion, where the father and sons were eating and listening to news from the outside.

It seemed all the Sect disciples had arrived. There were also many Loose Cultivators.

There wasn’t much useful news, but they did hear a lot of gossip, especially about the Thunder Spirit Root cultivator.

The rumors were incredibly detailed, saying the Thunder Spirit Root cultivator was in the Bai Family—a newborn baby. Although it wasn’t confirmed that the child had the Thunder Spirit Root, the appearance of purple lightning at birth suggested so.

The child was now well-protected, and the Bai Family’s status had risen significantly. They awaited the child’s Spirit Root test and potential entry into the Xuantian Sect, after which the Bai Family would surely prosper.

The four father and sons breathed a sigh of relief at this news, hoping the child truly had the Thunder Spirit Root.

”Have you heard? Because so many cultivators have come to the Wolf Tooth Mountain Market, the Duobao Pavilion is planning to hold an auction. There’s one scheduled before the secret realm journey and another after it’s over.

I’ve heard that Duobao Pavilion is putting out numerous valuable items this time. It’s unexpected that this little Wolf Tooth Mountain Market is getting so exciting.”

”Of course, with so many cultivators here, including many Sect disciples who aren’t lacking in Spirit Stones, an auction would be an appropriate reflection of their status, right?”

”It’s becoming hard to find a place to stay,” a female cultivator commented nonchalantly.

”Isn’t that the truth? The Free Market area is now filled with people meditating and cultivating at night, unwilling to spend 50 Spirit Stones for a night’s accommodation.”

”Moreover, I’ve heard that the fee to enter the workshop has increased from two Spirit Stones to five.”

”Isn’t that normal? This little workshop is almost at capacity.”

The crowd babbled on. The father and sons listened as their ordered snacks had yet to arrive.

”Dad, why aren’t they talking about the Beast Tide? Has it ended?”

”Let’s listen,”

No one mentioned it for a long time, and by then, the snacks had arrived. Tan Shaoting put them away. ”Let’s go. If we want to know more, we should go outside and see.”

The four wandered the streets. There were indeed far more cultivators and headed straight to the Free Market.

It was only upon arriving here that they realized how few cultivators they had actually encountered earlier.

”Dad, should we go back? There are too many people.”

There weren’t many buying things; it was mostly Loose Cultivators from afar gathering here, leading to potential chaos if not managed.

Upon returning to their accommodation, Tan Shaoting activated the Fourth Order Array Plate, feeling secure only then.

They had been away from home for several days, so after washing up, the three children went to sleep.

In his bedroom, Tan Shaoting fiddled with the mirror in his hand. It was something he often did while not cultivating. In three more months, he could see his wife again. Who knew if they would meet inside the secret realm?

The closer to leaving, the more anxious Tan Shaoting felt. For someone of his cultivation level, he shouldn’t feel this way, yet he did.

And if he couldn’t enter, he’d have to stay in the children’s space. He also needed to ensure they were well-provisioned before reaching the Land of No Spirit.

The more he thought, the less settled he felt, so he went to bed.

He fell asleep unwittingly, dreaming of past experiences shared with his wife.

In such dreams, he didn’t want to wake up, wishing to live within them.

Meanwhile, Yuanyuan arrived safely by plane. To tell the truth, this wasn’t her country’s New Year, as she was accustomed to celebrating the lunar New Year.

Upon arrival, Yuanyuan received a warm welcome.

Everyone knew a young external affairs minister was here, notorious for impulsiveness and lack of decorum.

Thus, many were curious about her. For this event, uniforms were standard, and Yuanyuan insisted on military attire, finding it appealing.

The local leader watching her arrival genuinely felt she was a national representative, remarkably young and beautiful. The welcome ceremony was rather grand, and Yuanyuan smiled throughout.

There were no embraces, only handshakes, reinforcing perceptions of her as conservative.

The staff accompanied her, aiding with translations.

After the ceremony, the group left in cars.

The local leader and Yuanyuan shared a vehicle.

”Minister Su, was your journey smooth?”

”Thank you, Ambassador Xing, everything was smooth.”

”Minister Su, you’ve been arranged accommodation at the hotel, where leaders from several countries are present.”

Yuanyuan nodded. ”I’ll follow the arrangements.”

This was no place for conversation; the car drove straight to the hotel entrance, where Yuanyuan felt tense due to potential danger.

Xie Fenglan was beside her. Yuanyuan gently nudged her, and Fenglan understood right away, quietly instructing the bodyguard beside her. The security immediately heightened.

Yuanyuan spotted two snipers on a high-rise across the way.

They seemed to target her obviously.

Using Divine Sense, she enveloped them, reading their memories before issuing commands. Being killed was easy, but she wouldn’t play into their hands. Watching the show would suffice.

With no major scares, they entered the hotel, where another welcoming ceremony took place. Yuanyuan again smiled throughout, appearing as a beautifully gentle woman.

All present were national leaders, and today’s turnout was significant. Even the country’s most senior leader attended, making it quite prestigious.

After introductions, as they sat down, two gunshots rang, causing chaos with women screaming and languages intertwining.

Bodyguards shielded Yuanyuan in a corner.

The heads of two countries that Yuanyuan particularly disliked were shot and fell. Two more shots were heard, dropping two more of her least favorites.

The mission was complete. Yuanyuan’s mental suggestion made them commit suicide. Sure enough, two more shots confirmed it, leaving no one else downed in the hotel.

The hall descended into chaos, as nations uninvolved watched the four deceased in the center, not daring to approach.

Security personnel headed across the street in search of the culprits. Perfect. Let’s see how they explain this. Trying to harm her?