In a frigid apocalypse, I went on a shopping spree with the reborn.

Jiang Qingyue just smiled and didn't say anything.

Silly Jiuxing, did she think that once the baby recovered, she would let her leave?

Don't they realize how desperately they're short-staffed right now?

Even if someone is a useless person, let alone a powerful figure like Long Jiuxing, we still need to find a suitable way to make them shine.

They walked for a day and a night. At first, Jiang Qingyue didn't notice anything unusual, but gradually she realized something was wrong.

Where are they?

"They ran away," Zhang Meng said calmly. "Everyone knows that the Drywood Clan has five powerful members wreaking havoc. If they calculate the route and feel there's danger, wouldn't they run as fast as they can?"

"Do you think everyone is like Wang Defa, hiding at home and not going anywhere, with an outrageous lack of information?"

In their past lives, Wang Defa and Old Wang with pigtails retorted in unison, "Who's hiding? I'm just a bit introverted."

The crowd looked at them strangely.

Goodness, he really has the nerve to say that. If he's an introvert, then there are no extroverts in the world.

"We've made a mistake." Jiang Qingyue sighed. "It seems there's no easy way to make money on this trip to find Huang Yali."

"That's perfectly normal." Zhao Mingyue said, unsurprised. "If cultivation resources were that easy to obtain, wouldn't everyone become a powerful expert?"

She gestured towards Long Jiuxing ahead, "That guy's cultivation is fast enough, right? His combat power exceeded 1500 million 10 years ago, and he's been stuck ever since, unable to fuse with the quantum computer."

Jiang Qingyue moved closer to her, wanting to put her arm around her shoulder, but remembering Zhao Mingyue's feelings for her, she quickly withdrew her hand.

Walking side by side, he said, "I'm curious, Long Jiuxing can absorb the power of ice and snow to cultivate, and even after reaching 1500 million combat power, he's still this slow. What about you?"

"You can't absorb the power of ice and snow, yet you haven't fallen behind her. What did you rely on?"

Zhao Mingyue glanced at her hands hanging by her sides, looking somewhat puzzled.

Even though they had only known each other for a short time, she had observed Jiang Qingyue quite meticulously; this guy was very affectionate towards his own people.

Not to mention the rabbit, it would hug Zhang Meng whenever it wanted, and it would pat Wang Defa on the shoulder all the time.

But the hand that had just tried to hug him suddenly withdrew.

What is this?

Differential treatment?

After waiting for a long time without hearing her reply, Jiang Qingyue awkwardly touched the tip of her nose: "Sorry, if it's inconvenient to say, then I won't ask anymore."

"Why aren't you angry?" Zhao Mingyue tilted her head slightly, trying to see a hint of displeasure on Jiang Qingyue's face.

However, it did not.

"Angry?" Jiang Qingyue reacted for a moment and laughed, "What do I have to be angry about? Come to think of it, I was the one who was abrupt."

"The method to become stronger involves your privacy, and even your life-saving trump card. No matter how good our relationship is, I shouldn't ask, especially since our relationship isn't good right now."

Zhao Mingyue sneered: "Since we don't get along, then give me that pendant."

"What pendant?" Jiang Qingyue pretended not to understand.

"My pendant."

"How did your pendant end up with me?"

"It's for you."

"Since you gave it to me, it's mine. Why should I give you my things?"

"..." Zhao Mingyue's fists clenched so tightly they cracked: "Jiang, Qing, Yue."

Seeing that she had really angered Zhao Mingyue, Jiang Qingyue quickly hugged the little rabbit in her arms and walked to Zhang Meng's side. Through Zhang Meng, she said to Zhao Mingyue, "Keep your voice down. If you wake up my Yanbao, I'll make her cry in your arms, the kind that you can't soothe."

"So what?" Zhao Mingyue gritted her teeth: "Yes, you outnumber me and I can't beat you, but so what? Go ahead and kill me if you dare."

"I won't kill it," Jiang Qingyue said. "I'll find a latrine and bury the pendant there."

"...Fine, you're ruthless." Zhao Mingyue was so angry that she ignored everyone.

Long Jiuxing, who was walking at the front, smirked almost imperceptibly, but when no one noticed, he reverted to his usual icy demeanor.

With no easy advantages to be gained along the way, Jiang Qingyue and her group increased their speed even further.

Among the eight, Zhang Meng is the strongest and Yan Bao is the weakest.

Fortunately, Yan Bao is small, so we can just carry her along the way, and she didn't slow us down.

Two days later, Jiang Qingyue and her group saw a group of wooden stakes.

These guys were yelling everywhere, "Geniuses of the Drywood Clan, we've come to take you home!"

They were as if they were afraid others wouldn't know that they were in cahoots with those five murderers who stole the treasure.

interesting.

Jiang Qingyue instantly understood these people's intention to pledge allegiance.

They caused quite a stir before. Although none of them were top experts from the top experimental zone, those she took a liking to were all quite strong.

The Drywood Clan members were probably thinking, regardless of whether they were truly from the Drywood Clan, as long as the other party was strong enough.

"Senior, what do you think of these guys? Are they worth taking on?" They're interested in joining her, and she's short-handed, so they're a perfect partner.

The premise is that there is enough profit; otherwise, it would be better to kill them all and turn them into cultivation resources.

"It's alright." Zhang Meng gave a fair assessment. "The Kumu Clan is small and weak. The clan leader is a smart man. Keeping him around for logistics is not bad."

Jiang Qingyue immediately understood that Zhang Meng's words meant that the Drywood Clan were a bunch of poor bastards, and killing them wouldn't yield many resources.

The most valuable thing is probably that life, so it's definitely the most cost-effective thing to keep it for logistics.

Of all the plant species, her favorites are those that bear fruit, such as the Plant Doctor Essence and the giant peach from District 33.

Regardless of race, any species that bears fruit has extremely powerful effects.

"No," Zhang Meng glanced at her. "Don't be so greedy."

Jiang Qingyue replied, "Then I'll go home and farm, just to live a life of idleness and waiting to die?"

One sentence left Zhang Meng speechless.

She even felt that if she nodded now, Jiang Qingyue would really quit.

After all, the King of Men doesn't get a salary, and this guy's dream is just to live a simple, peaceful life in a rural courtyard.

"Ahem." Zhang Meng coughed lightly. "I think being greedy is fine. The bigger the ambition, the better. In life, power and wealth are very important. If you don't covet anything, what's the difference between you and a salted fish?"

Wang Defa and the others were trying hard to suppress their laughter.

Zhang Meng's face flushed slightly, and she quickly called out to the distance, "Hey, you old tree stump, come here!"

The withered tree clan chief sensed the aura emanating from Zhang Meng and was so frightened that the branches of his tree trembled wildly.

He approached shakily, and from a distance, he immediately knelt down to pay his respects: "This humble old man greets Senior Sword King."

"You know her?" Jiang Qingyue pointed at Zhang Meng.

As far as she knew, although Zhang Meng was powerful and famous, she rarely went out and very few people had actually seen her face.

Chief Kumu smiled wryly: "This old man doesn't recognize him, but now all the strongmen of the Eighth District are surrounded. The only one who is still so powerful outside is probably Senior Blade King."

Jiang Qingyue understood immediately; she had forgotten that they were using their original appearances.

It's not surprising that this old, withered tree stump could be deduced.

After all, among the various strange and unusual races, humans are relatively easy to identify.

Jiang Qingyue asked, "I heard that your Drywood Clan is looking for those five clansmen?"

"Yes."

"No need to look anymore, follow me. From now on, I'll protect your Drywood Clan."

The old chieftain of the Drywood Clan looked around with a cloud of doubt, but after a moment he suddenly realized that the five powerful members of the Drywood Clan who had been the subject of much rumors were actually the work of this group of people.

At this moment, the withered tree patriarch froze, cold sweat pouring down his face.

It wasn't that it hadn't considered this possibility, after all, the Drywood Clan itself had average potential, and the probability of producing a strong individual was ridiculously low, let alone five at once.

But its time was coming to an end, and for the sake of the future of the withered tree clan, it was willing to follow the other party, no matter what their purpose was, as long as the other party was strong enough.

To everyone's surprise, it turned out to be the native human race of District 8.

This is an existence that everyone in the world wants to destroy. If they really follow it, wouldn't that mean that the Drywood Clan will have to oppose the whole world in the future?

The other members of the Drywood Clan weren't stupid either. After figuring it out, they all looked at their clan leader in horror.

If they had known that the person impersonating a powerful member of the Drywood Clan was a human from District 8, they wouldn't have come.

Yan Bao was already awake. The little guy poked his head out from Jiang Qingyue's collar: "What if they don't follow us?"

"Don't worry, Yan Bao, I'll be there." Jiang Qingyue didn't stop to wait at all.

According to her observation, the strength of the Kumu clan chief was not even 1500 million, which was about the same as Wang Defa in her previous life, around 1300 million.

The clan leader is only this weak; the rest of the clan members are even more pitifully weak.

Perhaps they were quite good in their own experimental areas, but after multiple areas were merged, they directly became the bottom layer.

For such marginalized groups, it's already a blessing if someone is willing to protect them.

Even if the human race is in a difficult situation now, it is not something that the withered tree race can refuse.

Of course, even if the other party is really stubborn, it doesn't matter. She left Yemian behind, and the withered wood clan either walked straight over or was dragged sideways. There was no third way.

Sure enough, a short while later, a group of large and small dead tree stumps followed with smiling faces.

Chief Kumu even sidled up to Jiang Qingyue, repeatedly expressing his loyalty and voluntarily handing over the Kumu clan's resources.

That guy was incredibly enthusiastic; Jiang Qingyue couldn't refuse him.

In the end, she could only reluctantly accept this heartfelt gift.

At the same time, Huang Yali, Nangong Zhao, and the other three arrived at what used to be Wang Defa's house.

I called out twice from outside, but got no response.

Huang Yali took the initiative to knock on the door, but still received no response.

"Something's probably happened." Nangong Zhao kicked it away.

When everyone entered, they found the house completely empty. Everything that could be moved had been taken away, not even a chair leg was left behind.

Nangong Zhao: "This fat guy has a pretty strong sense of crisis."

Wang Longhua scratched his head. "Captain Nangong, you mean this guy ran away?"

"Otherwise what?"

"That can't be right. Although Captain Wang is a homebody, it's impossible that he doesn't know anything about the Knife King."

"If he realized we were coming, he should have waited to join us. After all, what our Eighth District needs most right now is to unite all forces, and Captain Wang doesn't seem like the kind of person who's afraid of death."

Nangong Zhao didn't speak. She also thought that Wang Defa was petty but had a sense of the big picture, otherwise he wouldn't have made this trip.

But the person has indeed left, and judging from the signs of life, it seems like they've only been gone for a few days.

Shen Yi examined the traces in the room: "Traces of butter from the bottom of the pot; judging by the soot, it shouldn't have been more than a few days ago. Could it be that he has his own plans? He doesn't intend to join us, but instead goes to rescue Senior Dao Wang alone."

"Then it will be even harder to find." Chen Tangtang wiped the flying needles in her hands.

Senior Blade King was seriously injured and left the 93rd District Alliance. The 93rd District Alliance is also searching for him, and people all over the world are searching for him.

After all, as one of the top experts of the human race, in addition to his physical body being a treasure, he also has many treasures in his own spatial backpack.

More importantly, the Blade King also possesses countless secrets of the human race.

Any one of these is enough to make people envious.

They wouldn't dare touch a powerful figure like the Blade King even if they had a hundred lives.

Now that he's seriously injured, it's hard not to think that an opportunity has come.

They are nowhere to be found in the whole world, so naturally they are also very difficult to find.

Nangong Zhao tidied his hair: "It seems we can't travel together. The world is too big, and finding someone is too difficult."

"In that case, we'll split into three groups. Captain Huang and I will pretend to be the injured Knife King to draw some of their fire and relieve some of the pressure on Senior Knife King."

"Otherwise, with the whole world searching for her, she'll be found out sooner or later."

"We'll attract most of the people, at least giving her a way out. Once she's back in the encirclement, she'll be safe."

Even if we can't go back, it's good to have some time to heal.

"Shen Yi, you take Wang Longhua and the others and continue searching for Senior Knife King."

Shen Yi glanced at the two of them and said bluntly, "You will die."

"Yes, yes," Wang Longhua said nervously, "How strong is Senior Knife King? Even when he was seriously injured and on the verge of death, not just anyone would dare to pluck the whiskers of a sick tiger."

"Anyone who dares to go looking for you now is confident in their own strength. If you deliberately make a commotion and impersonate the Sword King, countless powerful figures will come after you. With your strength, you have no chance of escaping."

"Do your best and leave the rest to fate," Huang Yali said.

"That's good," Nangong Zhao said. "If we can lure one away, that's good. What if losing one means Senior Sword King can survive?"

Wang Longhua opened his mouth, his face full of sorrow.

To draw attention to them, you have to cause trouble. This is completely different from their sneaky search for someone; it's a hundred times more dangerous.

Nangong Zhao and Huang Yali had absolutely no chance of survival.

But the Blade King is too important to the Eighth District. Not to mention Nangong Zhao and Huang Yali, even if everyone present died, it would be worth it if the Blade King could survive.

"How about I go?" Wang Longhua gritted his teeth, ready to die. "I'll pretend to be the injured Sword King."

Nangong Zhao shot him from head to toe.

That look made Wang Longhua extremely embarrassed: "I'll just dress up as a woman."

"The people chasing us aren't stupid." Nangong Zhao waved his hand. "Alright, it's settled then. Every minute we delay, the more dangerous it becomes for the Sword King."

As she spoke, she took out healing potions and a fruit that looked like a potato from her spatial backpack.

This was the most helpful item she had for her injuries. She glanced at Shen Yi, Wang Longhua, and Chen Tangtang, hesitated for a moment, and then handed it to Shen Yi. "Your chances of survival are better than theirs."

Huang Yali didn't move, not because she was reluctant, but because she didn't have any in her pocket.

She had just pulled off a major heist, and neither she nor any of her men survived unscathed; they had used up all their healing artifacts.

I want to do my best, but I'm powerless to do so.

"Don't worry," Shen Yi assured him, "I've gradually learned how to control my rationality. Just before I lose control, I'll hand these treasures over to Chen Tangtang."

Wang Longhua blinked: "Why wasn't it given to me?"

Chen Tangtang said with a smirk, "Is that even a question? You're greedy and impulsive, that's why you're most likely to die."

"I'm leaving." Huang Yali turned and left the small house.

Just as she reached the door, her personal terminal beeped. She opened it and saw that it was a message from the deputy captain of her base.

After glancing at them, she turned to Nangong Zhao and the others behind her and said, "It seems we don't need to split up. The person we're looking for... is visiting my base."