Reborn as a Cube Man in the Late Ming Dynasty

Miao Zhiming stared at Yang Heyu with a half-smile, his previous timid demeanor completely gone.

cheated!

Yang Heyu immediately realized that this young master Qiao was clearly a cunning fox, and his behavior just now was completely an act.

Damn it, I've fallen into their trap.

"You saw it too?" Wei Si looked at Miao Zhiming in surprise. "Wait, if you saw it, why are you reacting like this?"

Miao Zhiming's reaction was too indifferent, as if the thing was supposed to be there all along.

Wait a minute, that thing... it looks a bit like a staircase leading to the sky.

Were those villagers telling the truth?

His mouth was slightly open, but the words froze in Wei Si's throat. He gripped the iron sword tightly in his hand, seeking a sense of security.

He could still remember what the villagers had told him about the immortal techniques that the White Immortal had demonstrated.

No, you believe in real immortals!

Wei Si's legs felt weak, and he could barely walk. He turned around silently and looked at Yang Heyu with a helpless expression.

Brother, what should we do?

Ignoring the feelings of his subordinates, Yang Heyu's thinking froze completely at this moment, and his mind went blank.

Who would have guessed that this absurd thing was actually true!

"Oh dear, Young Master Qiao! What do you mean by this? I was just thinking of buying dye from you, how could I possibly leave?" Yang Heyu quickly said with a fawning smile, "Even if you chased me away, I wouldn't leave, let alone let you go! It's just that I'm really curious about those things from that day, so I thought I'd ask you about them, Young Master!"

"Ah, I misunderstood Brother Yu again. I'm so sorry." Miao Zhihe grinned and said, "Don't worry, that thing was forged by the Immortal Lord. There will be no danger. And you don't need to be afraid. You are merchants, not robbers. The Immortal Lord won't make things difficult for you. As for who the Immortal Lord is, I'm sure you know."

As he spoke, Miao Zhiming glanced at Wei Si.

"Hahaha, I know, of course I know!" Yang Heyu nodded with a forced smile, understanding Miao Zhihe's implied meaning.

"By the way, I need to trouble you with something, Brother Heyu. It seems some of your brothers haven't been seen yet. You'd better go and remind them," Miao Zhihe said, changing the subject meaningfully, "Otherwise, it wouldn't be good if a misunderstanding arose!"

"I'll go right away!"

At this moment, Yang Heyu was no longer as carefree as before; he wished he could stay as far away from Miao Zhiming, whose background he couldn't figure out.

Wait until you're a little further away.

Wei Si gritted his teeth and whispered, "Brother, that guy definitely knows our plans. If we go over there, we'll be lambs to the slaughter. Maybe we should have the brothers fight them to the death; at least we can get you out of there!"

"Have you forgotten what you told us about—those wooden swords and the armor?" Yang Heyu said expressionlessly, "These are believers protected by true immortals; there's no way to fight them. Charging in would be suicide!"

"Let's take it one step at a time!" Yang Heyu sighed.

He also knew that this was just like boiling a frog in lukewarm water.

But those are true immortals! The weapons those people around them are real immortal artifacts. How can ordinary people like them fight them?

Yang Heyu instructed his men not to clashed with these people no matter what happened, and then the group continued on their way.

As they drew closer, some of Yang Heyu's men spotted the steps that stretched to the sky.

"The sun's out! Look at the sky, what's that!"

With a gasp, Yang Heyu's men all looked up, their eyes wide open, as if they couldn't believe their eyes.

A staircase leading straight to the sky is firmly rooted in the ground, rising gradually from small platforms at an almost unbelievable angle.

Directly below the steps was a striking green forest, like a gem embedded in the yellow wasteland.

Their observation was accurate: the wooden steps had absolutely no support underneath, yet they stretched eerily all the way up to the sky.

It is like a passage to another world, connecting not only heaven and earth, but also reality and mystery, the mortal world and the heavenly court.

The wooden staircase suspended between reality and fantasy stood there, challenging all their logic and reason.

"Ah! I thought I was the only one who saw it, is it really true?"

"You saw it too? This isn't a hallucination!"

"Could this be the ladder to heaven that Wei Si mentioned? No, there really is a celestial being in that village! What's going on?"

"It's all over, it's all over, it's completely ruined!"

"We've offended a deity! What are we going to do now?!"

Were we planning to rob this village?

Their steps involuntarily slowed, their hearts filled with terror.

In stark contrast to their reactions were those of the people who had been brought from the city.

They followed closely the whole way, living in constant fear, always thinking that bandits would come and kill them all.

Until I saw the steps that should have existed only in dreams or fictional stories, the scene that unfolded before me far exceeded conventional explanations.

Those people's hearts pounded, and they felt a shock they had never experienced before.

"Brother Li, is this the great opportunity you were talking about?" A craftsman rubbed the back of his hand, feeling the texture to calm his trembling heart, and stammered.

Fearing that it would scare these people away, he did not tell them anything about Bai Xianjun at first.

Li Kaiji nodded smugly and said, "That's right, a god descended to earth, isn't that amazing!"

"That's awesome, absolutely awesome!" The craftsman chuckled, his eyes sparkling with joy, his lips curling into a silly grin.

If it were a deity, they should be able to eat their fill!

Ji Mingzhi's body trembled with excitement, and tears welled up in his eyes.

"A miracle! A miracle indeed! There truly are immortals in this world. In my lifetime, I have been fortunate enough to witness a true immortal. I can die without regret! I can die without regret!"

Slowly closing his eyes, Ji Mingzhi took a deep breath, and a flood of memories swept over him.

He returned to that innocent era, when he was still a child full of dreams, yearning and fantasizing about seeking immortality and enlightenment.

I remember how I and my like-minded friends climbed mountains and trekked through dense forests, all in search of the legendary abodes of immortals.

Although he gained nothing, he still enjoyed it immensely.

Every time night falls and the starry sky is dazzling, I look up at the sky, hoping to see a deity descend to earth and listen to his wishes.

As time went by, the childhood dream had long been worn down by reality, but the memory of seeking immortality was forever engraved in his heart, becoming the most precious treasure in his life.

It is also the foundation upon which he was able to uphold his original intention and do good, even after witnessing all the evils of the world.

My childhood fantasy was confirmed at this moment.

There really are immortals in this world!