"From now on, Fatty is also considered a high-class person. I'll only drink spiritual spring water and only urinate spiritual spring urine," Fatty muttered with a proud look. Zhang Tian couldn't help but squint at him. Indeed, Fatty's mouth never uttered anything good.
Zhang Tian's hand gently grasped, and the small river, which still had a tiny stream of water left, instantly had not a single drop. Not even a puddle remained.
"Hmm, not a drop left," Zhang Tian nodded with satisfaction, looking at the dry riverbed.
He then looked at his own illusory space. The hundred-meter lake was completely filled. This lake could last Zhang Tian for several hundred years. Perhaps he wouldn't even use it all by the time he died.
After finishing everything, Zhang Tian's gaze shifted to the side. Shirley Yang and Hu Bayi were whispering to each other, while Zhang Qilin had also recovered significantly. This was mainly due to consuming the Snow Lotus Pill, which accelerated his recovery.
Seeing that everyone was almost ready, Zhang Tian got up. "Let's go."
With that, everyone nodded. Zhang Tian even left some footprints in the cave.
"Lao Hu, could you draw the map of our route again?" Zhang Tian asked.
Hu Bayi nodded, then picked up the map he had been using and added the route to the Jingjue Ancient City. Along the way, Zhang Tian and his companions drew the route as they walked, paving the way for the expert team later.
Soon, while Hu Bayi was drawing, they walked out of the cave.
"Brother Zhang, do you always do this?" Shirley Yang asked curiously. She didn't understand why Zhang Tian would give these cultural relics and the tombs he painstakingly found to the Chinese expert team. An ordinary person would probably be eager to sell them quickly and find a foreigner to erase their evidence of grave robbing. But Zhang Tian, instead, drew maps, guided the expert team, and even cleared dangers for them. He didn't even touch the artifacts.
"Are you really secret agents like Professor Li said?" Shirley Yang muttered. Earlier, she thought they were just grave robbers with principles. But now, it seemed they not only had principles but also a faith!
"What secret agents? We always do this, Miss Yang. What are you talking about?" Zhang Tian looked at Shirley Yang with some confusion.
Shirley Yang waved her hand and didn't say anything more.
At this moment, Fatty sidled up to Hu Bayi. "Lao Hu, as a matchmaker, Fatty has to say a few words for you." Fatty assumed an air of an experienced person, looking at Hu Bayi.
"Right, Fatty, what did you and Wang Fei see when you entered the illusion together?" Hu Bayi suddenly remembered something and asked as they walked.
"Ah, that's a strange story," Fatty said. "Since Lao Hu wants to hear it, Fatty will reluctantly tell you." As Fatty spoke, he suddenly felt he had grown taller.
"It was a royal wedding." Fatty spoke, his thoughts drifting far away.
"Hmph, Fei Fei, I will definitely take you far away, no matter if there are a hundred or ten thousand people from your family." Fatty stood at the gate of the mansion, looking serious, after being driven away by Wang Fei. Fatty clenched his fists.
The scene at this moment was Fatty's illusion.
"You fellow, the young lady is getting married today, and the master is happy. Otherwise, if you trespassed into the Yao family mansion, you would face execution of your entire clan!" a house servant scolded Fatty fiercely.
Fatty picked his ear with his little finger. "It seems Fatty has to plan an assassination," Fatty mumbled, completely ignoring the house servant.
"Hey, you fellow, are you listening to me?" The house servant looked at Fatty with rage. But the next moment, Fatty didn't even look at him and turned to leave. The house servant was stunned. He had seen arrogant people before, but never anyone this arrogant.
Soon, the grand wedding day arrived as scheduled. Inside Yu Yao's bridal chamber.
"Is what that guy said true? But he seems so unreliable." "I wonder if my Prince Lu can come to save me." Yu Yao clasped her hands tightly, her eyes full of longing. She was forced to marry because Prince Zhou had taken a liking to her. But Yu Yao's heart belonged only to Prince Lu Shang, and she hoped he would come to save her. However, even today, as the carriage to pick up the bride arrived, there was still no news of Prince Lu Shang.
"Perhaps, he has other matters? But if I don't get married, I might be accused of insulting His Majesty, which would lead to the execution of my entire clan." Yu Yao was torn, her face filled with reluctance. If she refused to marry, she would be insulting the current emperor. If she married, it would not be what her heart desired. Yu Yao looked at her father's grim expression outside. In just three days of being noticed by the emperor, his hair had turned white.
"Alas, so be it." "Perhaps, this is fate." Yu Yao thought to herself as a maid's voice came from outside.
"Miss, you are about to be taken as a concubine. Xiao Lian will apply some red makeup for you. Perhaps... we will never see each other again..." Xiao Lian said, large teardrops streaming from her eyes.
"Alas, Xiao Lian, don't be sad. Miss will come back to see Xiao Lian in the future." Yu Yao said, stroking Xiao Lian's small hand. Then, under Xiao Lian's meticulous styling, Yu Yao, now the Princess, was covered with a red veil. This dream was a knot in the Princess's heart that only Fatty could break.
"The auspicious hour has arrived!" a voice called from outside. After Yu Yao's mother tearfully saw Yu Yao into the sedan chair, she knew that her daughter might not have any status in the palace, but for the family, they had no choice. The carriage slowly moved forward.
Meanwhile, inside the imperial palace. A nimble Fatty had already sneaked in.
"Damn it, what a lousy palace, bigger than Fatty's outhouse." "How can I assassinate someone in such a big place?" Fatty grumbled, thinking of a terrible idea. That was to assassinate the emperor, and then he could become king himself, thus avoiding the execution of his entire clan? Fatty's train of thought was truly extraordinary; perhaps only he could come up with such an idea.
"Heh heh, the dragon chair, here I come, King Wang." Fatty let out a slight drool and then hurried towards the highest point. Fatty, being a powerful individual on the verge of becoming a Grandmaster, darted through the imperial palace. Except for the truly strong, very few could detect him.
Soon, inside the imperial palace. Fatty arrived at Prince Zhou's grand hall. Seeing the man in dragon robes on the dragon chair, Fatty had already taken out his broken sword.
"In ancient times, Jing Ke assassinated King Qin. Today, I, Wang Banyue, will capture Prince Zhou alive." "Give me your life!" Fatty shouted and rushed towards the dragon chair. But before he could run far, a long sword was placed at his throat. Fatty swallowed.
"Um, can I say it was a misunderstanding?" Fatty coughed dryly. He had no idea that Prince Zhou had a Brocade-Clad Guard with him?
"Hmph, trying to assassinate me? Drag him away and execute him," Prince Zhou said with a wave of his hand.
"Hey, wait! Brother Zhou, no, Elder Brother Zhou, I am your long-lost brother," Fatty called out urgently, but the Brocade-Clad Guard ignored him and began to drag Fatty out.
"It seems Fatty can't stand it anymore." "For my Fei Fei." Fatty spat on the ground, and his broken sword immediately knocked away the sword at his throat. Then, Fatty began to grapple with the Brocade-Clad Guard. Fortunately, Fatty was battle-hardened and his body was tough. After three rounds, Fatty found himself gaining the upper hand.
"Heh heh, indeed, Fatty is the most..." Fatty's smile hadn't even faded when he saw more than a dozen Brocade-Clad Guards appear beside him. Fatty was dumbfounded.
"Hey, can you guys fight with honor? What kind of group fight is this?" "Um, just a heads-up, don't hit my face." Fatty said, and after a scream, Fatty was being ganged up on by a group of Brocade-Clad Guards.
Hearing this, Hu Bayi was filled with frustration. Fatty's stories were truly bizarre, and why was Fatty always so miserable even in his dreams?