Reborn as a Cube Man in the Late Ming Dynasty

After bidding farewell to Bai Li, Song Yingxing and his group continued along the path.

Because the distance was already very short, everyone quickened their pace and walked as fast as they could.

Soon, a shadow appeared ahead, blocking their path, and the refugees following them instinctively stopped in their tracks.

"We're here!" Wei Si said breathlessly.

He stepped forward, holding up the torch in his hand, and the dark figure revealed his face.

A stone wall.

"Is this the fairy wall?"

"It feels so high, it's a pity I can't see it at night."

The displaced people sighed with emotion.

"That's right, it's a pity. It's nighttime now. If it were daytime, you could see that towering wall that reaches straight to the sky!" Wei Si shook his head and said regretfully.

"That's amazing!"

"Is that so? After all, he is an immortal."

Song Yingxing didn't speak. He walked forward, carefully examined the mottled stone wall, and occasionally tapped or pushed it with his hand, even sniffing it.

It's definitely an ordinary stone, and the stitching is very tight.

Trying to pry off the pebbles, I found that not even a speck of stone could stick to my hand.

He looked up at the towering city wall that seemed to pierce the night sky at an unimaginable height.

Towering into the clouds, majestic and unyielding.

Only immortals can achieve this!

Perhaps the other side is trapezoidal; only in this way can we ensure that the wall will not collapse.

"Let's keep going." Song Yingxing's curiosity was piqued, and he couldn't wait to see what was happening on the other side.

The group walked along the city wall and soon arrived near the iron gate.

"You've arrived a bit too late. Entry into Licheng is prohibited at night. If you don't mind, please come with me, and I'll take you to a place to stay temporarily." One of the two guards stepped forward and said sincerely to Wei Si, who was leading the group, "There is food, drink, and lodging there. You can stay for the night."

Wei Si turned around and looked at Song Yingxing.

We ourselves don't care, but this person is someone that Immortal Lord Bai specifically wants to find, so we can't be careless.

"I am willing to obey your orders," Song Yingxing said calmly.

Seeing that Song Yingxing had no objection, Wei Si naturally nodded.

The soldiers led them to several huge mushroom houses, which were made by removing the caps from dozens of red mushrooms after they had grown.

A few people were going in and out of those houses.

"Look, that's a mushroom house! I thought it was fake!"

"What's wrong with your head? You've seen that wall before, of course this mushroom house exists!"

There were whispers around.

"There's water nearby, it never runs out, feel free to drink. You've come at just the right time, the dinner is freshly prepared and should be delivered soon," the soldier said.

"The only requirement is that you must take a shower before going to bed. That's what Bai Xianjun said," the soldier grinned and said, "It symbolizes a fresh start, so don't forget."

"We are extremely grateful!" the refugees said hurriedly.

The soldier shook his head and said, "No need to thank me. Everything here exists because of the Immortal Lord; it was all brought to us by the White Immortal Lord, under his protection!"

"May the Celestial Lord protect us!"

Those people followed suit and shouted excitedly.

Soon, they all finished showering, ate dinner until they were full, and returned to their respective beds.

Song Yingxing lay on the bed, sniffed the sheets—they had no odor and had clearly been changed—and touched the wool under the bed.

That's so extravagant!

This is just the treatment of refugees; imagine how the villagers there live.

A silent gasp lingered in his throat. Song Yingxing turned over and glanced at the torches still burning on the wall.

He had noticed earlier that the torch in front of him had been burning for a long time without any sign of going out, or even moving downwards.

And then there was the water, suspended in the air, constantly pouring water down, never running out. What he couldn't understand even more was that the pool below, though full of water, never overflowed.

Why does this water never seem to dry up?

If the water were placed at a higher elevation, using a waterwheel would greatly improve irrigation efficiency, perhaps even allowing the seven-day-a-year wheat to ripen faster.

Wait, shouldn't Xianmai need water?

It's no wonder he was so puzzled; this series of events that defied common sense left him unsure of what to do.

Unlimited water, unlimited food, unlimited fire.

Is this what an immortal is?

It exists in a way that completely defies common sense.

Song Yingxing was unable to fall asleep for a long time.

Religious faith is used to maintain social order, provide spiritual support, serve as a moral constraint, and provide a unified code of conduct for the people.

With the descent of a true immortal, this dynasty is sure to turn the tide.

But Licheng!

Ordinary people, what do they have to do with emperors?

The place of this arrival was not the capital, but Shaanxi in the northwest.

That's enough to explain the problem; this descended immortal probably has ulterior motives!

I still can't figure it out. Logically speaking, this water...

No sleep for one night.

The next day, Song Yingxing, sporting dark circles under his eyes, prepared to head to Licheng again.

After registering his information, Song Yingxing finally entered the walled area.

No more than 9 feet wide and of immeasurable height, yet this wall has not collapsed?

This wall... well, let's not dwell too much on matters concerning immortals.

Song Yingxing rubbed his swollen temples and followed Wei Si to the vicinity of Liujia Village.

He walked into the wheat fields that covered the hillside and saw a farmer wearing a straw hat. He quickly went up to him and asked, "Old man, may I ask how this magical wheat is grown?"

"Ah, look, let me demonstrate for you." The farmer picked up the seeds and bone meal, and then said, "Hold the seeds in your hand, silently recite 'use' in your mind, and after planting them, hold the bone meal and silently recite 'use' in the same way."

"Look, the wheat has grown!" the farmer exclaimed.

what?

Isn't it supposed to ripen every seven days?

It hasn't even been seven breaths yet!

Song Yingxing rubbed his eyes, somewhat incredulous, but soon he realized what was happening.

It must have been that white object that did the work!

This wheat can mature instantly as long as that white substance is used, and it seems that it can already be mass-produced, otherwise it wouldn't be so extravagant!

The waterwheel looks like it's no longer needed.

Spring plowing, summer weeding, and autumn harvesting are not applicable to Xianmai either.

In less than seven breaths, he witnessed its entire process from sprouting to maturity.

Nearly a year of planting has been compressed into just a few breaths.

These methods, it seems, will not deplete the soil fertilizer.

Those who are associated with immortals are indeed extraordinary.

"Can I use this white object?" Song Yingxing asked hesitantly.

"That won't do. That's something only farmers can do," the old man said, pointing to his straw hat. "You need to gain the fairy's approval to use it. But you look like a scholar; you'll probably end up in an academy!"

The more I asked, the more questions arose, so I decided not to disturb the old man's farming.

"By the way, old man," Song Yingxing pointed to the strange purple gate in the distance and asked, "I have another question. What is that gate?"

"That one~" The old man swallowed hard, shrank back a little in fear, and then mustered his courage to say, "It was the Hell Gate that the Immortal Lord set up recently."

Hell's Gate? ???

"But is it the Gate of Hell that leads to the underworld?!" Song Yingxing asked in surprise.

Seeing the old man nod, even though his reason had been crushed by the irrationality, Song Yingxing's hands still trembled slightly as he stared at the Gates of Hell for a long time, unable to come back to his senses.

This is hell!

Young Master Bai actually managed to borrow and use this underworld.

in this way,

Well, how can you call it a rebellion when it involves immortals?

This is called returning something to its rightful owner!

That's a good tie! No, I need to write a letter home right away!

This is the place where I can truly shine!

Why bother preparing for the imperial examination?

I'm determined to stay!