"We are finally here!"

After hearing the discussion within the convoy, Gao Yishan stretched his head out of his carriage and saw a long black line on the horizon ahead.

This was a city wall.

The former Hao Nation had invested immeasurable manpower in this imperial city.

However, now that the Hao Nation had disappeared, what left was just Dayao.

Gao Yishan suddenly thought of the Yun Nation and how it had now fallen into the same situation as the Hao Nation.

If he failed this mission, he was afraid that the Yun Nation would only appear in poetry and history for people to reflect on after the next few decades.

There might be future generations who stood outside w.a.n.gjing City and had the same feelings as himself.

It didn't take much effort to get into the city. The only thing that made the convoy unhappy was the look of contempt in the eyes of the aboriginals.

However, they all had no choice but to bear with it. After all, they had lost the war and were in no position to complain.

The barbarians had looked down on them for a long time, and they despised the barbarians as well.

The barbarians felt that they were weak and incompetent, whereas they felt that the barbarians only had brawn for brains.

Many of the people in the convoy comforted themselves and said, "We don't stoop to the same level as wild beasts."

Gao Yishan simply looked at all of this in silence. Suddenly, a feeling of sadness arose in his heart.

These barbarian soldiers were actually more disciplined than the Yun Nation.

They at least didn't have that sort of pragmatic approach like the guards of the Yun Nation had.

It wasn't only for their convoy. When some of the aboriginal commoners pa.s.sed by, the soldiers basically waved their hands and let them pa.s.s.

Thinking of those fat warlords and city guards, even if one were to carry a bunch of soil over, they would definitely sc.r.a.pe a layer off to check if you were hiding any valuables…

It took some time to pa.s.s through the gates, and everyone was attracted by the clock tower that stood in the center of the city.

Before entering the city, everyone could already see the towering building, but now, they could finally see it clearly.

"Look! That thing is moving!" someone exclaimed.

"It seems to be a tool for measuring time?" Someone soon understood the function of the clock tower.

They were a bit surprised by it.

"Is there someone inside who keeps turning those hands?"

As soon as the words were spoken, the surrounding aboriginals looked at them as if they were fools.

Apart from the clock tower in the distance, the next strangest thing was a pole erected on the side of the road that was a meter wide. There was one of them every 30 to 40 steps away, and there was a horizontal arm at the upper end. If they were to use their hands to cover the bottom half of it, they would find that the upper end looked like a cross.

At the two ends of the horizontal arm, two circular and transparent covers were hung with something inside those covers.

Even after looking at it for some time, everyone still did not know what it was.

"It looks… a bit like Tintin[1.Tintin: a reporter, adventurer, traveler, and the protagonist of the popular comic book series "The Adventures of Tintin"]," someone whispered.

This immediately attracted laughter from the surroundings.

Many people were beginning to wonder if it was a totem for wors.h.i.+pping reproduction.

Although this world didn't have this concept, it still didn't prevent them from having similar ideas.

…

At this moment, Ren Baqian was standing in Qingxin Palace Hall. In the past, he had resided in this place for a while, so everything looked very familiar to him.

Regardless of the changes on the outside, this hall always seemed to stay the same.

There was only Lin Qiaole and an old lady here.

Currently, whenever he went back to Earth and saw chinchillas being sold in pet shops, he would subconsciously think that they were from the same race as Lin Qiaole.

At least their short and hairy tails resembled hers.

Lin Qiaole's tail wasn't slender like that of a mouse or a cat. It was somewhat bushy like that of a squirrel, but it was only long enough to touch her knees. This resembled the chinchillas on Earth even more.

Currently, Lin Qiaole was sleeping on the ground behind Ren Baqian. The sun seeped in from outside the door and warmed the ground, making it more comfortable than the chair.

He was called over by Supervisor Lin, that old lady who hid herself every day in the shadows of Qingxin Palace Hall's second floor. In his mind, she was like a monk who swept the floors of the Shaolin Temple.

The last time he came here was to obtain the manual for the [Yang Boosting Technique]. After he returned to Dayao, he planned to practice further, but unfortunately, Supervisor Lin had only modified the first step, which was what he had already cultivated.

The subsequent parts of this technique were more difficult. Since there were more aspects involved, they were very difficult to modify.

If Ren Baqian had used the supporting tools from the beginning, he would be able to continue cultivating the rest of the technique. Unfortunately, he only practiced the modified version, which was a different path from the original.

Recently, he heard Tong Zhenye brag about a few new Earth Wheel level ladies at the brothel, and this made Ren Baqian's heart itch.

These ladies that the old clapper praised nonstop were perhaps the supporting tools that had been prepared for Ren Baqian.

However, when he thought about the empress's jealousy level… The higher the quality of the girls, the greater the danger he would face!

If he were to cross that line…

In fact, there was nothing bad about the revision of the technique.

Ren Baqian stayed there and was lost in thought for a long time before Supervisor Lin walked out of a room with three books in hand. She gave these to him and let out a strange laugh. After that, she glanced at him and returned to the second floor.

Her laughter sounded like that of a gang leader.

If someone more imaginative were to see her, he would probably have imagined her as the chief of a gang who hid herself in the palace and pretended to be a librarian, but engaged in illegal activities in the dark.

Ren Baqian opened the books and took a glance before almost throwing up blood.

These three books turned out to be filled with erotic images!

Why did Supervisor Lin give these to him? Could she possibly think that he didn't know how to have s.e.x?

In any case, he had at least watched some adult videos before…

"Huh?" Ren Baqian was stunned after he turned a few pages. Besides erotic pictures, there were also other contents within these three books.

There was some text below each picture.

It seemed to be… like the Kama Sutra?

This thing… It could be.

Supervisor Lin looked a little gloomy, but she was still a pretty nice person!

After flipping through them a few times, Ren Baqian placed these books in his breast pocket. He prepared to leave, but he seemed to have stepped on something soft as he turned around.

Unknowingly, Lin Qiaole had rolled over behind him.

He subconsciously raised his hands to protect his face.

He was going to get married in half a month and had to avoid getting disfigured by Lin Qiaole at all costs.

However, Lin Qiaole didn't scratch him with her claws like he antic.i.p.ated.

Instead, she quickly stood up and said, "I'm not going to forgive you for stepping on me. Give me candy!"

Ren Baqian almost threw up blood again.

He stretched out his hand and poked her.

She had stayed on Earth for a year and actually learned how to stage an accident?

Who taught her this?

Why didn't she learn something better?

"Are you going to tell me that you don't have candy and that your life is all you have?" Lin Qiaole drew her face close with her eyes almost sticking to Ren Baqian's nose. She squinted her eyes and emitted a dangerous aura around her.

Ren Baqian continued poking her with his finger for some time and felt that this girl had not only learned how to stage an accident, but that she had also learned how to act?

She wasn't like this in the past!

After leaving Qingxin Palace Hall, he felt like cursing out loud. He had never expected himself to fall for Lin Qiaole's trap.

This girl used to only know how to eat and sleep since her IQ level was only equivalent to that of an eight-year-old. How did she change so much suddenly?

Could this be the effect of her previous transformation?

After Lin Qiaole stopped eating the b.u.t.terflies, her ears and eyebrows shrank back, and she seemed normal again.

However, had there been changes in other areas? Had her IQ improved?

Ren Baqian turned to look at Qingxin Palace Hall. Lin Qiaole was smiling happily as she unwrapped some candy. It seemed like her IQ had not improved after all.

"Driven to desperate action" was a more suitable description for her.

That was right!

People were generally forced to do things! In order to eat candy, Lin Qiaole also gave it her all!