My whole family time-traveled! I became a god during my exile in a famine.

Chapter 293 Dungeon

"Okay, okay, it's so cold." Lord Si stammered, no longer caring about being polite or maintaining a refined image.

He put whatever his wife gave him on his head, covering his face with layer upon layer of fur, but he was still cold...

The second young master of the Si family was so cold that his teeth were chattering. He called out "Sister, sister" several times, but couldn't utter a single word...

Xin Nian looked at this group of weaklings and couldn't help but laugh and cry.

It's really tough on these ordinary people.

In a day and a night, the ambient temperature plummeted by twenty or thirty degrees Celsius, and even as people with superpowers, they could feel the chill that swept over them.

Xin Nian held a small sandalwood incense burner in her hands, inside which was a spark that Xin Mochen had thrown in, which could burn for three days and nights without stopping.

Xin Nian handed the incense burner to the trembling Second Young Master Si, saying, "Hold it."

Si Nanli took it with trembling hands, and then... suddenly felt his body temperature rise considerably, as if he were enveloped in a warm and cozy feeling, and his eyes widened involuntarily.

"Find something, whether it's a pot or a small stove, that you can carry with you."

Madam Si moved very quickly and pulled out an incense burner.

When Lord Si saw this, his eyes widened. "Husband and wife, what are you doing carrying this?"

This thing was something he used to show off in his study. What use could it be on the road? It's neither edible nor drinkable, and it's incredibly heavy...

Xin Nian thought it was pretty good. This item looked exquisite and well-made, and it wouldn't be easily broken by supernatural powers.

As soon as a spark was fired, the surrounding people felt the temperature rise significantly and instinctively gathered around Lord Si.

Xin Nian distributed a few more fire seeds to the back of the group before returning to Old Xin's side.

Commander Hu was leading his men in negotiations with the guards of the Ice Wasteland camp.

Xin Nian saw him trembling as he pulled a jade pendant from his pocket, and the guard immediately knelt down upon seeing it.

Commander Hu, trembling, waved his hands and said, "His Highness said, no, we don't need these formalities. Let us in immediately!"

Why are you still kneeling? You're freezing to death!

The group walked past the sentry post one after another, with Xin Wenyuan observing the surroundings as he went.

The camp was surrounded by a wooden fence, which didn't seem very secure, but fortunately there were many guards, making it very difficult for outsiders to sneak in.

Xin Wenyuan held his youngest son's hand and walked at the front.

Looking out, the land was flat and level, with no undulations. The geology looked better than the wasteland of the border town, but it was far from meeting the standards for cultivation.

Looking further into the distance, one can vaguely see a vast, boundless lake.

"This used to be a glacier," the guard wrapped in fur explained to Xin Wenyuan, Commander Hu, and the others. "Since the fire from the heavens, large sections of the glacier have melted. Now, you can only see icebergs behind the lake."

Xin Nian glanced around and saw that there were only a dozen or so people on the ground, each of them digging with shovels and hoes.

The guard then explained to them, "The land reclamation is done on a rotating basis, and it just so happens that they are up here today."

Xin Wenyuan was speechless. "Such a large piece of land, what are these ten or so people going to do to cultivate it?"

Commander Hu sniffled and rubbed his hands, saying, "Enough of the rest, take us to the underground city first."

The guard saluted the person approaching from the opposite direction and called out loudly, "Commander Wei."

Wei Chi rushed forward and bowed to the Crown Prince, "Your Highness, we've been waiting for you."

Xiao Jinzhi nodded slightly.

"Old Hu."

Commander Hu sniffed again. "Oh, enough talk, hurry up and take us to settle in. Can't you see we're almost frozen to death! Why is this place so cold?"

“Today is already considered good,” Wei Chi laughed. “It was much colder a few days ago.” “Nonsense,” Commander Hu rubbed his red ears and introduced Xin Wenyuan’s family to Wei Chi as they walked.

Wei Chi was very perceptive; he cupped his hands in greeting to Xin Wenyuan and said, "Greetings, Commander."

"Hello, hello." Xin Wenyuan wasn't as cold as most people; he even had the energy to chat with Wei Chi all the way.

With the temperature dropping repeatedly, Lao Xin had put a small hot water bottle in his youngest son's arms. As for him, after his superpower level increased, his ability to resist the cold also improved.

If he's like that, then other superhumans must be just as good.

The group followed Wei Chi into one of the arrow towers.

On this barren wasteland, only this row of three-story arrow towers stands out.

Upon entering, one finds a descending staircase. The group remained silent, following in single file behind their leader. It took them a good quarter of an hour to reach a round, ancient bronze door.

Xin Nian looked up.

This bronze door is built extremely high.

Whether it's the row of arrow towers above, these steps, or the underground city, none of these could have been built in a day or two.

Fatty probably started planning to build this place years ago.

The group followed them here, where they were sheltered from the howling cold wind outside, and their frozen bodies felt much more comfortable.

As soon as the bronze door opened, Wei Chi welcomed everyone inside, and a long street suddenly appeared before them.

Although it wasn't particularly spacious, the lively scene of vendors hawking their wares along the street left many people mesmerized.

"My God, there's even a market here!"

What do you sell?

A crowd gathered around, chattering amongst themselves, and discovered that they sold everything imaginable.

But most of them sell their own handmade products, such as woven baskets, woodworking, and earthenware pots, but very few sell food.

Moreover, these items are very cheap; a handful of brown rice can be exchanged for quite a few things...

But most of them do manual labor.

Many people lined up and crowded at the labor market, where prices were clearly marked, and a day's work would earn them a small amount of food.

Everyone was stunned.

When the talented people in the market saw that Governor Wei had brought in a large group of people, they flocked over to sell their wares and various handicrafts.

Worried that the child would be pushed out by others, Lao Xin quickly picked up Xin Mohan and carried him on his back.

Keen observers had already noticed that this group of people seemed to be much better than the previous group!
At least the leaders all looked neatly dressed and clean-looking, clearly wealthy people.

"Young lady, would you like some cloth? I have the finest silk fabric here. One piece will only cost half a pound of rice!"

"Go away, go away, aren't you trying to rip me off? Girl, look at this silk fabric of mine, brand new and uncut, sold one bolt at a time. All you need is two pounds of brown rice."

"What's the use of silk and satin? It's freezing cold like this. Girl, don't listen to their nonsense. Buy mine. I have top-quality furs. They were all stockpiled before the natural disaster. I'm honest with everyone, young and old. I also have whole bear skins for sale."

Xin Nian glanced at the people buzzing around her selling their wares and said expressionlessly, "I don't need anything."

Xiao Jinzhi and the others inexplicably wanted to laugh.

These people have a good eye; they can spot a wealthy family at a glance. But what Nian Nian said isn't untrue; she really does have everything she needs.

"Young lady, want to buy a basin? It's handmade, brand new wooden basin! The wood was cut from far behind the lake. The quality is exceptional! Sturdy and durable! One basin is guaranteed to last for decades."

Xin Nian stared at the wooden basin that seemed to be shoving into her face, utterly speechless.

Wei Chi could only lead his men to continuously drive these people away from the market.