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Chapter 348. The Disintegration of the Dream Pavilion

After the April Fools' Day discussion, Jiang Jianxin chose to return to Haidu.

She only owned one property, that seaside villa. Ayu asked her if she had any plans to buy other properties, offering to help her choose. Jiang Jian thought about it for a moment and then declined.

She hasn't been to many other cities and isn't interested in staying there long-term. She owns a house in Haikou worth billions and has old friends there. Whether it's for retirement or a temporary rest, it's a good choice.

As Jiang Jianxin flew on his sword above the city of Haidu, he looked down through the churning clouds.

The northern region is devastated, where the once fierce winds, like the claws of a giant beast, have torn jagged ravines into the ground.

But amidst this devastation, a new urban framework is beginning to take shape, with crisscrossing infrastructure scattered across it, like a huge scar being carefully stitched up.

I heard that after Yin Ju established the Canglan Republic, he promulgated a series of policies that benefited the people and always kept the lives of the grassroots people in mind.

Whether in the fields, construction sites, or power plants, you can always see him going deep into the community and conducting in-depth research.

Shortly after assuming the chairmanship, Yin Ju quickly promoted Zhang Qiuyue, who had long followed him, to the position of Prime Minister of the Interior.

This move not only brought this ordinary subordinate into the new leadership core, but also won the recognition and support of a large number of talented people from the bottom and ordinary people because of Zhang Qiuyue's own ordinary identity, and the voice of popular support is growing.

Despite the ups and downs along the way, Yin Ju's career is now showing a thriving trend.

Jiang Jianxin flew across the northern horizon of Haidu on his sword and finally returned to his villa on the southern shore of Haidu.

Rose Property Management had already sent people to clean and tidy up the house in advance, and the entire building was spotless and clean.

Planning to stay here for a few days, Jiang Jianxin took out the unused daily necessities he had collected from the supermarket years ago from his storage bracelet, and also bought a few home robots from the forum.

After letting Ayu operate the robot to put everything away neatly, she relaxed and lay down on the sofa, enjoying this rare moment of leisure.

However, her life of lying down is unlikely to last long.

In fact, a few days later, a major news item appeared on the Ping An Forum:
[#DreamCreationDisintegration]

Originally, Chu Zhibai had a falling out with Wen Yu because of the matter of Wen Yu supplying missiles to Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals. Later, the three elders, Zuo Siquan, Xia Qizhen, and Ximen Xue, were also very dissatisfied with Wen Yu's behavior.

Driven by various conflicts, led by Zuo Siquan, the Dream Pavilion was torn in two.

In the ideal thirteen cities, the city-connecting river serves as the boundary, with the seven cities on the left under the leadership of Zuo Siquan and the six cities on the right under the leadership of Wen Yu.

The two opposing forces completely dismantled the Dream Pavilion into two halves.

Jiang Jianxin was eating breakfast when he heard the news.

Having not tasted tomato and egg noodles for a long time, Ayu claimed to have some cooking skills and used a robot to cook her a bowl.

Artificial intelligence's craftsmanship is precise and meticulous—the broth is rich and flavorful, the saltiness is just right, and the noodles are smooth and silky; it's a standard dish that's impossible to fault.

But Jiang Jianxin always felt that it lacked a touch of human warmth and humanity.

Upon hearing the news, she wiped her mouth with a tissue, not feeling much surprise.

"...She chose the perfect timing. Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals is busy reviving their 'His Majesty' and probably has no time to remotely intervene in the Dream Pavilion's affairs."

"It may seem like the place is divided in two right now, but in reality, it won't be long before the entire Dream Pavilion falls into the control of the daydreamers."

Jiang Jianxin noticed that his thinking was becoming clearer and his understanding of the situation was becoming more thorough.

She paused for a moment, then softly concluded:

"It's only a matter of time before Zuo Siquan becomes the true leader of the Dream Pavilion."

She opened her phone and glanced at the forum's associated account, which had sent her a message a few days ago:

Zuo Siquan: Okay, I understand.

It's obvious that the Foresight Family spoke to Zuo Siquan about something. The sudden change at the Dream Pavilion today, barring any unforeseen circumstances, is likely part of the Foresight Family's plan. "Impressive, Sage."

Although he knew that Yuzhijia was his past, Jiang Jianxin still couldn't help but sigh.

……

Meanwhile, on the other side, at Kurohitomi Pharmaceuticals...

The blind fortune teller also received news of the Dream Pavilion's collapse; she simply smiled.
"Let's not worry about the Dream Pavilion for now; there are more important things to do."

Lin Xin'an has been taken to the top floor and a connection has been successfully established with the mechanic.

The sacrificial power that Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals had obtained through slaughter and war earlier had been fully gathered. The Crown Prince ordered the altar to be opened, intending to summon the mechanics through "His Majesty" in the next few days.

When the extraterrestrial gods descend, the entire world will fall into the hands of the mechanics.

And Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals, of course, can expand its territory indefinitely.

As a trusted subordinate of the Crown Prince, the blind master has naturally been busy with altar matters these past few days.

Leaning on her well-worn wooden cane, she slowly made her way around to the back of the abandoned building.

The wind whipped up sand and dust, and a rusty, fishy smell filled the air.

Through her external eyes, she "saw" the scene before her—a clearing bathed in moonlight, where a black stone altar stood prominently.

The jar was dark, as if it could absorb all the light around it, and inside the mouth of the jar was a thick, dark red blood that was so thick it could not be dissolved.

Some small pieces of meat floated up and down in it, like a pot of thick soup that had been simmering for a long time.

Her silent puppets, like soulless stakes, stood rigidly around the altar, facing the center, forming a neat circle.

"Ta-ta..."

Just then, a faint sound of wheels came from behind.

The Crown Prince was sitting on the platform, being pushed by a servant, slowly circling the altar, carefully examining every detail.

His face held an almost fanatical sense of satisfaction. Hearing the blind masseuse's footsteps, he turned, his gaze falling on her, his tone revealing a rare hint of approval:
"Blind Master, you've really had a hard time these past few days."

Tantai Hui lowered his head and said shyly:

"I am honored to serve the Crown Prince."

"Ta-ta..."

As the sounds from Luntai faded into the distance, Tantai Hui gazed at the unfathomable depths of the altar before him and slowly revealed a smile.

The smile was no longer the humble and shy one from before, but rather, silently, it was permeated with undisguised ambition.

Tantai Hui knew, of course, that neither the Crown Prince nor the mechanic were good people.

But even this heinous evil can become a nourishing substance if it can serve as her stepping stone.

The world says she is cruel and insane, but she laughs at the world for not seeing through her.

A good person needs to go through eighty-one tribulations to become a Buddha.

But bad people can become Buddhas on the spot simply by laying down their butcher knives.

In that case——

Why should she be a good person?