Chapter 117: Chapter 91: The Embryo of the Locust Plague, Luo Qingshan Leaves_1
 

In the following days,

peace had once again returned to Huai Shui County as usual.

It seemed that because Feng Wentai, the King of Huai Shui, had taken a county and two towns from the Tang Family,

he was now busy digesting his gains.

Although the Tang Family was furious about this development,

they had to deal with too many events recently.

Moreover, the death of an elder at the Initial Realm of Viscera Refinement had led to a gradual shift in the Tang Family’s conduct toward becoming more prudent and cautious.

As for the established Chen Family?

It was business as usual— if you don’t bother me, I won’t bother you.

As for Qingshi Town’s Luo Family, during these few days,

they were busy constantly drilling wells, deeper and deeper.

As time passed and winter came to an end,

the outdoor temperature rose steadily day by day.

Especially at noon, when the sun was directly overhead,

the scorching sun was unbearable, and the heat was something no ordinary person could withstand.

This situation not only caused most of the townsfolk to stay indoors,

but it also slowed down development in various places.

Similarly, it caused the newly sprouting crops in the fields to gradually lose their vitality.

…

“The weather is indeed getting hotter.”

“If this continues, not to mention harvesting, these crops will probably be scorched dead…”

Outside of Qingshi Town,

near the newly reclaimed farmland,

Luo Chuan, the Young Master of the Luo Family, was walking forward while he couldn’t help but mutter to himself.

“If we close the city gates and refuse to take in refugees…”

“It could indeed reduce the consumption rate of food somewhat.”

Hu Min, at Luo Chuan’s side, suddenly spoke up.

“I’m well aware of that,”

“But that’s not a long-term solution.”

“For sustained development,”

“the crops in these fields are still the most important…”

While speaking, Luo Chuan suddenly looked towards the fields, toward a cluster of young sprouts that were swarming with little locusts and appeared somewhat withered: “Have you noticed, the number of locusts seems to be increasing these past few days…”

Hearing this, Hu Min lowered his head slightly.

After pondering for a moment, he said in a low voice to Luo Chuan, “Indeed, the number of these small locusts has been growing lately, but subordinates have already commenced dealing with the issue. In a few days, there should be some effect…”

Luo Chuan nodded and replied softly, “The locusts must not be taken lightly.”

“When their numbers are few, it is still manageable,”

“but if they swarm and form a plague, that would be a true disaster…”

…

Soon, evening approached.

The setting sun brought a gradual decline in the outdoor temperature,

and the afterglow of the sunset at this moment spilled across the land.

“Master, have you really become the Deputy Sect Master of the Wan Dan Sect?”

“Is this truly a Yellow Grade lower-tier Alchemy Furnace?”

In Qingshi Town, within the Luo Family Ancestral Land,

in a small courtyard exuding an ancient charm,

Luo Changfeng was sitting quietly under a Stone Pavilion, holding a cup of iced tea.

Squinting his eyes, he sipped the tea in small mouthfuls.

In this hot weather, having a cup of iced tea was indeed a pleasurable affair.

However, what made him slightly irritable

was since that old geezer Wang Kun had entered this courtyard,

and discovered that he had become the Deputy Sect Master of the Luoshan Prefecture Sub-sect of the Wan Dan Sect and had also received a Yellow Grade lower-tier Alchemy Furnace,

the old man had been squatting in this courtyard, refusing to leave.

If not for the fact that he was somewhat useful and seemed to have had a breakthrough in his alchemy talent,

producing some common-grade elixirs from time to time,

Luo Changfeng would have slapped the old man to death long ago.

“Wan Dan Sect, Luoshan Prefecture Sub-sect, Deputy Sect Master,”

“I’m not the Deputy Sect Master of the Wan Dan Sect,”

“Make sure you understand that,”

“Also, the Alchemy Furnace is indeed of the Yellow Grade lower-tier, providing decent aid to alchemy, but can you, old man, stop constantly touching that Alchemy Furnace with your hands?”

Seeing Luo Changfeng’s brows furrow slightly and his expression turning somewhat unpleasant, Wang Kun finally began to act more serious.

“Master, could you possibly get me an Alchemy Furnace like this one?”

“If I could get a higher-grade Alchemy Furnace,”

“My efficiency in alchemy would definitely increase a lot,”

“And I would surely earn more Spirit Stones for the master.”

Hearing this, Luo Changfeng nodded as even though Wang Kun the old man was sometimes frivolous, his words were indeed true.

Alchemy Furnaces are very important for alchemists.

If Wang Kun were given a higher-grade Alchemy Furnace,

it could indeed bring significant benefits.

“I’ll get you a new Alchemy Furnace after a while, but not a Yellow Grade lower-tier one. A common-grade top-tier could be considered,”

“Now, if there’s nothing else,”

“you may leave.”

…

A moment later,

the old geezer Wang Kun finally left the courtyard.

And there beneath the Stone Pavilion, while drinking the iced tea and avoiding the direct sunlight, Luo Changfeng,

just then slightly raised his head.