Reborn as a Cube Man in the Late Ming Dynasty

Beside the city wall, Wei Si returned to the caravan meeting point from Miao Zhiming's place.

Yang Heyu asked Wei Si with a serious expression, "Well? Did you get anything out of him?"

Wei Si shook his head and sneered, "These people aren't very tight-lipped; everything they say is a lie that's taken as the truth."

He recounted everything he had heard.

The more they listened, the stranger their expressions became.

As soon as Wei Si finished speaking, someone said in a low voice, "Could this village be a hideout for a cult?"

"It must be. You heard it, didn't you? They even spilled the water they couldn't finish drinking. That's brainwashing!"

"I never expected that such a handsome young man would actually be a cult member. I really couldn't tell."

"This is so fake. Can't these cults come up with something more original?"

"Hey, do you guys think it's possible it's true?"

As soon as the words were spoken, the surroundings fell silent. Everyone looked at the person who had spoken, their faces filled with disbelief.

"Are you out of your mind? You actually believe that?!"

"Milk cures all diseases, wheat ripens in seven days, and a wooden sword is as good as an iron sword—you actually believe this nonsense?"

"Why don't you join them right now? We won't stop you. They need an idiot like you!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"That's hilarious!"

The speaker immediately looked embarrassed, his face turning ashen, and he fell silent.

Everyone was laughing and joking, and the air around the city wall was filled with a joyful atmosphere.

After they had finished laughing, someone finally spoke up and asked a question.

"If it really is a cult hideout, should we still go?"

Everyone turned their attention to Yang Heyu.

"White? Who knows where this fake deity came from? It's not like she's the Eternal Mother. As long as she's not from the White Lotus Sect, what's there to be afraid of?" Yang Heyu scoffed.

A true immortal descended to earth?

This is even more ridiculous than the Eternal Mother of the White Lotus Sect!

If these people are truly from the White Lotus Sect, then he wouldn't dare to get involved with these dyes.

Those madmen who rebelled all day long, once they started fighting, they all became fearless, thinking about entering some kind of vacuum homeland after they died.

Even so, those madmen of the White Lotus Sect dared not say that the Eternal Mother had descended to earth; at most, they would say that a holy son and a holy daughter had appeared.

"Yes, of course we'll go. Let's set off now, so as not to keep Young Master Qiao waiting!" Yang Heyu said.

……

on the official road.

Miao Zhiming and his men pulled donkey carts, carrying the purchased goods, and drove back. Soldiers stood on the outer circle, protecting those who had come from the city in the middle.

Dozens of meters apart, Yang Heyu rode his horse, carrying a bow and arrows, leading his caravan behind them.

This was Yang Heyu's suggestion, made to avoid frightening the young master.

"Brother, look, those people surrounding the outer circle are all holding wooden swords and wearing leather boots, just like Wei Si described."

The scarred man who had been following Yang Heyu sneered.

"They actually believe that wearing that thing can stop swords and blades? Why use a wooden sword when you have an iron one? What a bunch of fools!"

"Don't underestimate these guys. They just look ridiculous," Yang Heyu said expressionlessly, his eyes flashing. "Once you actually fight them, you'll know how troublesome they are."

If a real fight breaks out, there are only two outcomes: either everyone on our side dies or we have to escape, or everyone on the other side dies.

"In my opinion, that so-called immortal lord is nothing but a pleasure-seeking scoundrel! Look at the people they brought back, there are even actors among them!" the scarred man said disdainfully. "How could someone like that be an immortal!"

This is true.

Yang Heyu nodded in agreement.

At this moment, a man stepped out from Miao Zhiming's group, walked up to Yang Heyu, cupped his hands and said, "My master said that there are many bandits causing trouble in this area, and he is worried. He was wondering if you could go and protect him. Once we get there, he will pay you accordingly."

Yang Heyu forced a smile and nodded, "Since it's Young Master Qiao's request, I naturally won't refuse!"

He figured it out: Qiao Mincai was a cowardly coward who knew those people with wooden swords were unreliable, which was why he wanted these harmless merchant caravans to protect him.

A person like this, who has managed to reach this position, must have a very powerful relative helping him. He might have come to Chengcheng because he was bored and found an excuse to go to the city for a stroll.

God help me too!

Yang Heyu beamed with joy and beckoned his men to catch up with Miao Zhiming's group, while he rode his horse alongside Miao Zhiming, who was also riding a horse.

Looking at Miao Zhiming, who was clinging tightly to the horse and looked terrified, he felt utter contempt.

Haha, someone like that would have died long ago if he hadn't been born into a good family!

I need to gain his complete trust before I can make my move.

Yang Heyu's eyes lit up, and he began to tell Miao Zhiming about the interesting things he had encountered along the way, which made Miao Zhiming laugh heartily.

He chatted and laughed all the way, glancing ahead as he went.

Wait, what's going on in the sky?

Yang Heyu squinted at the sky. Because of the distance, he couldn't see very clearly, but he could vaguely see a circle of indistinct things swirling and extending into the sky.

Is it a hallucination?

Yang Heyu wasn't initially concerned, but Wei Si's words suddenly popped into his mind.

Bai Xianjun

A ladder to heaven...

An indescribable feeling welled up inside him, the hair on his arms stood on end, and a chill ran down his spine.

"Young Master Qiao, I suddenly remembered that there are some things I haven't explained to my subordinates. You see..."

"Go ahead, it's no trouble!" Miao Zhiming waved his hand dismissively, steered his horse, and distanced himself from the other horse.

Yang Heyu took a deep breath, leaned down, and whispered to the scarred man, "Bring Wei Si here!"

Rushing over from the group, Wei Si, panting heavily, asked, "Brother, what do you need me for?"

"Look up, is there something in the sky?"

Wei Si rubbed his eyes and said, puzzled, "Huh, it does seem like there is something there, although it's a bit blurry. But something is winding its way up to the sky. Am I hallucinating?"

"Wait, brother!" Wei Si snapped out of his daze, staring wide-eyed at Yang Heyu. "You didn't see it either, did you?"

Damn, we've run into the real deal!

No, we have to leave quickly, before we're discovered!

Yang Heyu's heart pounded wildly, each beat seemingly echoing within his chest. He had prepared his words and turned to explain to "Young Master Qiao".

But he found that "Young Master Qiao" was smiling and looking at him meaningfully.

"Brother Heyu, you're already here. Do you think I'd still let you go?"

Prey and hunter.

At this moment, the roles are reversed.