The Heaven-shattering: Starting from Simulating Becoming an Emperor

Chapter 53: Evil plot
Forty thousand years passed in a flash, it seems like a lifetime ago.

Zhang Huan twisted his body and opened his eyes.

His eyes were full of fatigue and vicissitudes.

It was as if he had not yet come back to his senses from a long dream. He was still somewhat immersed in it, and the scenes in his mind were so real.

However, he quickly came to his senses because
"Ugh, my arm is numb."

Zhang Huan felt the pain and inhaled with his mouth wide open. The tingling sensation quickly brought him back to reality.

My arm had lost feeling and the lack of blood flow caused bouts of numbness.

It has been a long time since I last experienced this feeling. For a moment, I was a little uncomfortable with the transformation from a monk to a mortal.

Only after experiencing it did you realize how weak your body is, and that you can't even control your nerves and blood vessels freely.

In particular, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth became unattainable again, impossible to sense, let alone absorb into the body.

Alas, the mortals in the world of immortal cultivation.

Glancing at his side, he saw Nannan hugging him like an octopus, with her head resting on her arms, sleeping soundly.

Zhang Huan held her head with his other hand, placed it on the pillow, and moved his arm away.

He remembered that when he was awake, he insisted on sleeping in a separate bed, and Nannan agreed.

How come when I woke up I found Nannan next to me again?

This little guy is a little too clingy. Every night he would snuggle up to Zhang Huan and sleep together.

If you don’t sleep together, she will throw all kinds of tantrums. Sometimes she pretends to be angry, acts like a spoiled child, and insists on sleeping together.

Sometimes she pretends to be afraid of non-existent ghosts and needs her brother's protection.

Today, they even launched a night attack.

But he's used to it and he just treats it as a child's lack of security.

You must have suffered a lot before we met, so you are pursuing a sense of security.
understand.

Looking around, there were only a few drops of water left in the cup on the table, which discouraged Zhang Huan from drinking some water.

The conditions in the house were simple, with only an earthen kang (a bed that occupies one-third of the entire room), and they usually slept on this kang.

Although it was uncomfortable, there was no soft bed like in modern times for him to sleep on, so he could only make do with it. It would be fine once he got used to it.

This was the case for most ordinary families in Yan State. The whole family, young and old, slept on one kang, with several quilts spread out according to the number of people.

Some families are poor and have many children, so they can't even put together quilts and can only sleep two by two on one quilt.

It is already difficult to raise a few children and keep them alive, so there is no spare money to buy extra beds.

Zhang Huan's family is fine, there are only two of them, so they don't have to worry about these problems.

The period when he had a hard time getting a foothold in the city at the beginning has passed. The money from selling candied haws is enough to support his life and he will be worry-free for a short time.

Summarizing the simulated memories in his mind, he looked at Nannan's sweet sleeping face and relaxed unconsciously.

"Find some time to take Nannan away with you, retrieve the treasures left behind, and practice Taoism with her.

It is still unclear whether she can survive in Yandu if she is left alone."

I whispered in my heart.

No matter how his identity changes, he is always Nannan's brother, and the time when the two of them depended on each other is a beautiful memory that he will never forget.

Now that he has the ability to change his own destiny, he will not abandon his daughter alone. Forty thousand years have not erased the humanity in his heart.

The mountains are high and the roads are long. My daughter’s small body definitely can’t handle it, so she needs to be adequately prepared.

Another issue is travel costs.
As a mortal, he could only trade with silver. If he took the source of cultivation resources, he would inevitably be coveted by others. The people of the East Wasteland were fierce and robbery often occurred.

Although he is proficient in source arts, and can not only find the source but also kill, but with his weak mortal body, he cannot even exert one billionth of his ability.

It was already against the will of heaven to be able to barely deal with the cultivators in the Secret Realm of Lunhai, being able to defeat the cultivators with a mortal body.

It is better to be cautious and not expose it unless it is absolutely necessary, otherwise it will only leave a root of trouble.

If you want to earn a lot of money in a short period of time, it is impossible to do so by saving it up.

Someone had asked him about the price of this candied haws recipe. As a skill that he could use to make a living, he thought it could fetch a good price.

It was getting dark at the moment, and the white moonlight could be seen through the gaps between the wooden boards nailed tightly on the windows.

Zhang Huan's mind was wavering. He felt that he might not be able to fall asleep, so he turned his head and lay on the pillow.

Although the time in the simulation was long, according to his experience, it only took a short while in reality to end. There was still plenty of time until dawn, which was enough for him to come up with a foolproof plan.

Facing the roof, Zhang Huan looked up and suddenly his whole body shuddered.

A man was facing him, expressionless.

The roof of the house he rented was covered with green tiles, which was very waterproof and could also provide shade.

However, there is a drawback. The tiles are stacked layer by layer, like detachable building blocks, which is not safe enough.

If someone climbs up to the roof quietly and removes the tiles, he can see what's happening inside the house without anyone noticing.

Just like now, a tile above Zhang Huan has disappeared, replaced by a woman's face.

She has curved eyebrows, bright eyes with a hint of blue light, a tall nose, moist lips, and a fair and delicate face.
Zhang Huan recognized it immediately.

is her?

The immortal cultivator he saw in broad daylight came to his shop and bought three strings of candied haws.

That otherworldly aura was very outstanding, and it was something that could only be cultivated through long-term practice of Taoism. It was different from that of ordinary people, and most people would never forget it once they saw it, not to mention that it had only been less than half a day.

The green tiles are very easy to make crisp sounds, and even those who are masters of martial arts cannot climb up to the roof and remove the tiles without alerting the owner of the house.

But it is easy for cultivators.

"What is she doing on my roof in the middle of the night, spying on me?"

Zhang Huan frowned, calculated carefully, secretly condensed the source technique, and looked at her.

Recently, people have been disappearing more and more frequently in the neighborhood, one household after another, and there are new rumors almost every three or two days.

The bailiffs dealt with the matter hastily, not wanting to bring bad luck. In addition, there were more and more immortal cultivators in the city, and the situation was quite panic-stricken.

Although Zhang Huan didn't know the reasons, he felt that it was closely related to the word "immortal cultivator". Only immortal cultivators with extraordinary powers could do the strange things rumored.

In the middle of the night, he secretly lifted the roof of someone's house and looked around. He didn't know how long he had been watching before Zhang Huan discovered him.

He absolutely doesn't believe that he has no bad intentions. Otherwise, why would he be so sneaky? Look at how handsome he is.

The four looked at each other, no one spoke, they just stared into each other's eyes silently, and the atmosphere became more solemn.

"Your candied haws are delicious."

Suddenly, the female cultivator on the roof said, laughing awkwardly twice, revealing her white teeth.

Zhang Huan did not respond to her, but continued to stare at her.

"Well, if I say I have no ill intentions, would you believe me?"

　This chapter is a bit short, I will post another chapter at midnight

　　
　
(End of this chapter)