My brother entrusted his child to me, and I livestreamed raising the baby, making the Empress cry wi

As Wang Meng spoke, his voice unconsciously lowered, as if he had a mouthful of bitter water in his mouth that he could neither swallow nor spit out.

"But this news came two days ago, and there has been no further information since then. We don't know what the situation is now."

Lin Ye nodded, his eyes unusually calm in the rain, like a bottomless pool, its surface still but containing a captivating light. The rain fell softly, but was blocked by his protective bubble, leaving him untouched.

The raindrops fell on the transparent bubbles as if hitting a wall, breaking into smaller droplets that bounced outwards, forming a fine mist around him, making him seem somewhat unreal.

"Alright, then we'll head to Suzhou first." He said, his gaze sweeping over everyone below, his calm voice carrying across the entire training ground through the canopy, "Is everyone ready?"

Eight thousand soldiers and dozens of medics shouted in a deafening voice, "Ready!"

The shouts converged into a torrent, soaring into the sky from the training ground, shattering the rain curtain, and the falling rain seemed to pause for a moment.

The sound of eight thousand mouths bursting forth simultaneously echoed between heaven and earth, carrying moisture and determination. Wherever it passed, the air seemed to be stirred into invisible waves, rippling outwards in all directions.

The shockwave made people's chests go numb, and the muddy ground beneath their feet trembled for a moment. It seemed as if the echoes came from the distant mountains, rolling one after another into the distance.

There was not a trace of hesitation or fear in that voice; it was filled with a resolute and fiery spirit, as if eight thousand flames were simultaneously ignited in the torrential rain.

Lin Ye hugged the small bag in his arms tightly, and with a thought, he put away the house module.

The eight enormous houses standing in the center of the drill ground instantly turned into specks of light and disappeared.

When the points of light scattered, it was like a swarm of fireflies suddenly appearing and rising from the ground, some larger and some smaller, floating and swaying as they rose, flickering uncertainly in the dense rain, like a very brief star shower.

Raindrops falling on the shimmering spots seemed to bounce off, creating tiny halos of light. These shimmered in the rain for less than a moment before disappearing into the gray sky without a trace.

It was as if they had never appeared on this muddy land. Only the eight compacted mud imprints on the ground and a few meandering streams proved that they had indeed existed.

At the same time, he took out another teleportation talisman, his expression becoming serious.

The talisman gleamed with a silvery light at his fingertips. Raindrops fell on its surface, automatically sliding away without wetting it. The silver light grew stronger, making his fingers almost transparent, like a tiny silver moon held between his fingers.

"Set off!"

The two words that Lin Ye uttered were not loud, but they were like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirring up huge waves in the hearts of everyone in Da Yan.

……

Suzhou.

The disaster victims, huddled on the roof of the tallest building in the city, the Sucheng government office, saw this scene through the skylight. Some of them stood up excitedly, but slipped and almost fell into the deep water below.

He was a thin, middle-aged man with high cheekbones. His clothes were soaked through and clung tightly to his bony frame like a layer of rotten skin. He was unsteady on his feet, and half of his body was already hanging over the roof.

The water was less than two feet below the roof ridge. The surface of the water was undulating in the wind, and waves would occasionally crash onto them, forcing them to shrink back towards the center.

A younger man nearby reacted quickly, grabbing the man's arm with his thin but strong hand. The veins on the back of his hand bulged, and he used almost all his strength to pull the man back from the edge of the roof.

The two men collapsed onto the roof tiles, both panting heavily. The middle-aged man lay prone on the sloping tile surface, his chest heaving violently, and it took him a while to regain some composure.

The person who pulled him away could hardly contain their excitement; their voice trembled as they cried, "They've come! Lord Lin and the First Princess have come to rescue us!"

Before the words were even finished, more people stood up from the rooftop. They helped each other up, their hands clasped tightly together. Everyone's face was wet, and it was impossible to tell whether it was rain or tears.

They looked up at the sky, their lips trembling, unable to utter another word, only repeating over and over, "There's hope! There's hope!"

……

On the drill ground.

In the blink of an eye, the dark mass of people vanished without a sound or warning. The moment those two words were uttered, it was as if an invisible hand had gently wiped them away from the muddy training ground.

Only the still slightly trembling wooden platform and the large footprints on the ground proved that they had just been here.

The rain swallowed everything again. The empty training ground was like a painting stripped of all its contents, leaving only a gray curtain of rain and muddy ground. The wind whistled across the empty training ground.

In the distant camp, Liu Dabiao stood frozen in place.

Those eight silver-white houses... just like that, gone!?

The clothes inside must also be... His eyes widened, his eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets.

Holy crap! They can actually take the house back?! Does that mean I'll get nothing at all?

Liu Dabiao cursed inwardly, feeling as if a ball of fire or a handful of coarse sand was stuck in his throat, making him extremely uncomfortable.

He clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles turned white, his nails digging deep into his palms, almost tearing through the calluses. The pain radiated from his hands, but it did nothing to quell the burning rage within him.

His money, his shop, his mistress... all gone! All gone!

Just like those eight houses, they were scattered cleanly. He seemed to see the gleaming silver turn into a pile of bubbles before his eyes, crackling and bursting without leaving a sound.

In less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, the silver coins still stood there so realistically. He could even smell the fragrance of money emanating from them and see the pretty young ladies leaning against the door, smiling...

The scent of money seemed to linger in his nostrils, mingling with the alluring fragrance of the young women's cosmetics, making his heart tremble. But now, the immortal had packed everything away, leaving not even a scrap of clothing behind.

He could only watch helplessly as the silver turned into specks of light and disappeared into the rain, along with his imagined carefree days vanishing into nothingness.

Damn it! If he had known, he should have sneaked into the house and stolen a few items while that immortal was gone and those idiots weren't paying attention!

He should have realized it sooner; how could the house brought by the immortal have been left there for no reason?

Liu Dabiao was so angry that his teeth itched, and the muscles in his cheeks were taut and throbbing. His lips were bitten so hard that there was a white mark, and it took a while for him to relax, leaving an even stronger metallic taste in his mouth.

But he was helpless. That was an immortal! Now that the house and clothes were back in the immortal's hands, how could he dare to provoke him again?

Liu Dabiao could only grit his teeth and swallow his anger, reluctantly looking up at the sky again.