The improved female villains regained their memories.

"They came from the mansion."

"They have food."

"Food, food..."

Each chilling phrase seemed to echo the words of a ghost, as if this were truly a place of walking corpses.

Several people almost shouted, "Please, sir, have pity on us and give us some food!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sounds from within the thick fog began to rise and fall.

"Pity me, have pity..."

"Please, gentlemen, have mercy..."

Lin Xueyao's face looked terrible.

She turned to Zhang Yijian and asked, "Do you have any more food?"

Zhang Yijian looked up at her: "Do immortals need to eat?"

Yes, they are both weapon refiners and immortals. Cultivators may need to eat, but immortals who already have spiritual roots do not.

Normally, they eat to satisfy their taste buds, but now that the situation is urgent, they naturally won't eat.

"Then how do we get there?"

"Use spiritual energy to expel it."

"Use spiritual energy to expel it?"

Lin Xueyao pointed at them and said, "You drive them away today, and they'll come back tomorrow; you drive them away tomorrow, and they'll come back the day after. Are you going to keep driving them away forever?"

Zhang Yijian remained silent for a moment, then suddenly spoke up: "Even if we save them, what then?"

"What do you mean?"

"When we were designing our weapon-refining scheme, it was all about this small town. How much grain do you think this town could produce? Good weather and harmonious seasons—all of these are to ensure that the spiritual energy doesn't get chaotic."

Zhang Yijian, who is often described as simple-minded, always sees things very clearly.

He said, "Shangri-La is not a place for ordinary people to go."

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A week earlier, the major families in the town had received news that a calamity had befallen all sides and the imperial city had fallen.

The only way to save the town is what the master craftsmen are doing.

Therefore, while storing up food, each family met with the head of the Liu family to sponsor renowned weapon refiners to forge the magical artifact that could protect everyone.

However, family mansions are not absolutely safe.

The number of starving people was increasing, and on their side were cultivators and weapon refiners, just like the famous weapon refiners.

The Wang family was the first to be breached.

The Wang family's granaries were looted, but this was not enough to satisfy the hunger of the people.

Early in the morning, the Liu family mansion was surrounded, and the one leading the shouting was a weapon refiner who had just absorbed spiritual energy.

"Master Liu, our brothers have no way to survive. The heads of the families and the town mayor are all hiding here with you. Please, have mercy and give us a way to live."

The concubines were terrified, trembling and shaking. Master Liu climbed onto the high platform, used a magical artifact to dispel the fog, and looked at the gate of the mansion, jumping up and down in anger.

"What are you doing? Are you trying to trespass on my property?"

"Master Liu," the man continued, "we don't want this either, but we really have no other way to survive. Please, have some compassion and save us. Otherwise, we'll all perish together."

"You think you can trespass on my mansion?!" Master Liu sneered. "My household has two Earth Immortal-level elders, and my son is supported by several renowned weapon refiners. Do you think you ants can break into my residence?!"

“Master Liu,” the man said with a bitter smile, “no matter what you have or what you support, if you don’t step in, this is all we can do. At worst, you can just give us a quick death. We’d rather die than starve to death.”

"Alright, alright, then you can give it a try!"

"Guards, Master Liu isn't giving us a way to survive!" the man shouted. "We don't want to starve to death, this is the only way!"

The crowd became agitated.

Two powerful auras rose from the depths of the mansion.

"Stop it, all of you!"

A sound transmission device rose up, and Liu Shaoheng's voice came from it.

Master Liu looked down and saw Liu Shaoheng standing below, behind the tightly closed mansion gate. He roared, "What are you doing?"

"Father, Master Jiuwu said that the catastrophe will come in just a few days. Whether we live or die depends on whether we can make this thing in these few days. If we can make it, we can think of a way to survive. If we can't make it, we will all die!"

"You unfilial son, do you know that the manor's food supply is only enough for..."

"I have grain! I still have grain!" he roared. "If you want to live, listen to me."

Master Liu wanted to say something more, but feeling four gazes drifting over, he could only shut his mouth and remain silent.

Behind Liu Shaoheng, four renowned weapon refiners suddenly appeared in an instant and stood there.

Deep within the mansion, on the table in the room where they had been working together for the past few days, lay a brand-new room—completely modified by the five of them overnight—large enough to even accommodate ordinary people.

——【Shangri-La】.

Chapter 360 The Eternal Countdown: Twenty-Five Days

Disasters always condense in the shadows. The Book of Changes says that if you see the solid ice forming under your feet, you know that the cold season is coming.

From the moment the fog began to gather, the catastrophe in the town had been brewing.

However, before the natural disaster struck, a man-made disaster occurred first. Fortunately, the man-made disaster was resolved.

It was quiet outside, and the soup kitchen was set up, giving the townspeople a glimmer of hope.

In the past few days, the weather suddenly turned cold, with occasional drizzle. The cold was biting, but immortals could not feel it. However, mortals and cultivators could not escape it.

Yang Luo sneezed and felt her body enveloped in a thick warmth. She looked up and saw Jiu Wu's smiling face.

Before me was a bowl of hot porridge.

"Eat."

"Thank you, sir."

She thanked him, her nose flushed, and took the drink, sipping it slowly.

Jiuwu still stood under the corridor, the wind, mixed with chill and white mist, blowing incessantly. He raised his head slightly, his robes fluttering in the wind like a flag, his posture upright, like a figure in a black and white ink painting.

He looked at the sky gradually turning white and exhaled a deep breath of cold air.

A hand reached out and tugged at his clothes. He turned his head and looked down, whereupon the white porcelain bowl was offered to him again.

It seemed as if an angel was redeeming his heart.

"Please drink, sir."

He smiled as always and stroked her hair, just like her mother.

"It's done, it's done!"

Someone shouted outside.

A beam of light rose up in the center of the town, and then transformed into a protective shield that enveloped the entire town.

The powerful light from the origin of the world kept emanating, quickly dispelling the fog on the street.

After more than ten days of fog, we can finally see clearly now.

"Hahaha, I finally succeeded!"

In the room where the renowned weapon refiners were gathered, Chen Ziyun was the first to laugh. After all, they had truly created a miracle before the impending doom.

The near-ninth-grade magic artifact, "Shangri-La," was indeed created by them in just fifteen days.

Most importantly, the paradise they created was no longer the one they had previously envisioned, but a modified version that could accommodate ordinary people.

"Now that the fog has dissipated and the brewing catastrophe has been driven away, all we have to do is wait for the catastrophe to descend and use magical artifacts to expel it. Then this town will be safe and sound," Jiuwu said.

“Yes.” Li Tianfei chuckled. “Once the catastrophe is over, we’ll take control of the magical artifacts, change the nature of the land, and make them demolish the bamboo forests and such. Next spring, we can plant grain again.”

At this point, he looked at Zhang Yijian and asked, "Hanzi, are you alright?"

Zhang Yijian remained silent, tacitly agreeing with Li Tianfei's words.

"Hehehe, little brother is quite clever. This time, we have to thank you for your idea." Lin Xueyao chuckled and moved closer to Liu Shaoheng, poking his cheek with her index finger. "It's made me fall for you."

Previously, due to the tense situation, she was not in the mood to flirt with this genius. Now that the matter has been settled and Shi Guijia is not around, she naturally comes over again.

Liu Shaoheng blushed deeply at her teasing and quickly said, "It's all thanks to the hard work of all the teachers."

Cheers and noises rang out, but the cold wind outside couldn't get in, because everything was already destined.

Yang Luoyi sat quietly in the corner.

She remembered the promise she made to her aunt.

She said she would take good care of her mother.

Even though that person was no longer her mother, she had still made that promise.

She looked out the window; the sky, though clear of fog, was still just a vast expanse of white.

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Yang Pingsheng looked over and met his gaze from afar.

Yang Luo tied the main character's emotions to him, making him constantly feel the inner struggles of the person involved.

"What a perfect ending."

"My considerate teacher, the united crowd, the miracle of fifteen days, if only it all ended here..."

Before she could finish speaking, a sudden gust of wind arose around Yang Luo, and her delicate face became distorted and malevolent.

Yang Pingsheng looked at her with difficulty, only to see the face of a madwoman—a face that contained a longing he could not fathom.

"Can you feel it? Can you feel your mother's feelings?"

"Come on, feel more of this, see this despair, see the entanglements of emotions."