Chapter 18: Asking My Mother-in-law and Sister-in-law to Help Make Clothes

“These fabrics will likely have quite a bit left over, especially this piece of corduroy. Making only two coats won’t use much at all,” Mother Gu calculated aloud.

“Then let’s make each person two winter smocks as well, to wear over their cotton-padded jackets. It’ll be easier for everyone to change and wash,” Li Qingyun suggested after some thought.

“Yes, you’ve considered everything. That’s exactly what we should do. Cotton-padded jackets lose their warmth if washed too often, but a smock over them can protect the jacket and is easy to wash,” Mother Gu, for once, praised her youngest daughter-in-law.

This was one of the rare quiet moments the two had shared in recent years, free of quarrels.

“Mother, look—”

By then, the price of gold coins would return to its original level. At that time, the real-world acquisitions made by the eight-guild alliance would all turn into losing deals.

The two quietly hid in the back, and Xia Mo slowly widened a tiny gap to observe what was happening outside.

Without a doubt, as soon as Su Mo arrived here, she began planning her escape. She wanted to use technological devices to contact Li Yaotian and the others, but realizing how slim the chances were, she gave up. It seemed she truly was making decisions step by step.

Such a skill could only be used at the most critical moment. If Xia Feng found out ahead of time, he’d be on guard, and he would surely anticipate Su Mu’s techniques. That would bring no benefit to the national war.

“This is the explanation you wanted. Xu Min said that, compared to your ruthlessness, I am no less cruel myself. Isn’t that rather ironic?” Bai Shanshan looked at Su Jinlan, a self-mocking smile playing at her lips.

However, after Chen Ze’s reminder, she did indeed feel something was wrong. But no matter how long she thought, she couldn’t put her finger on what.

Thus, Su Mu’s reputation in the Su Clan soared overnight. Almost the entire clan was gossiping about yesterday’s battle with the Liang family. Few outsiders knew of the incident, and the Liangs certainly wouldn’t be foolish enough to spread word of it, so in the wilds, surprisingly few people knew about the Su Clan’s fight.

The two discussed defensive strategies atop the city wall, while Yan Liang racked his brains below, searching for a way to breach it.

His guards followed behind him, all surging outside. Each one’s aura surged violently, their faces brimming with murderous intent.

Abigail, seeing Li Tianyuan strike directly, showed not fear but a flash of excitement in her eyes.

Given all this, they truly needed to consider carefully whether offending the Loose Cultivator Alliance over this matter was worthwhile, and whether they could bear the consequences.

Di Qianqiu received sympathetic looks from the siblings. A trace of discomfort flickered in his heart—why did it feel as though they were… praying for him?

“So there’s nothing recorded on it?” After carefully examining the gold-foil paper, Wang Yuan thought unwillingly, “Could it be a magical artifact?” Another thought surfaced in Wang Yuan’s mind.

Upon learning of his parents’ disappearance, Sheng Dafei, after great sorrow and pain, found himself unable to cultivate in peace within the cave-dwelling.

After hearing the grave news, Wang Yuan couldn’t be bothered to continue playing games with Wolf Mountain. After bidding a brief farewell, he set off in a single direction, his heart clearly far from calm.

Stepping back two paces, Xie Changfeng’s eyes flashed coldly. He raised his sword, gathered his true energy, and unleashed a crescent-shaped wave of sword qi.

“The world’s purest yang objects are not difficult to find. For example, the sunstone in your hand is more than sufficient, and there are others—like certain types of extraordinary flames. These are not the same as the Luminous Fire, but are pure variations, and by chance can become the purest yang objects.”

Compared to six years ago, Ke Chen was indeed much darker, but it was a healthy bronze tan, not merely darkness, making him look even more masculine.

“Oh? That’s how you see it? In my view, among the younger generation, his martial talent is second to none,” Li Yunfei replied.

That was a demonic scripture of legend, ethereal and elusive. Once practiced, there was no turning back.