Chapter 21
The snow in Linzhou finally stopped. After days of gloomy skies, a faint trace of pale daylight finally appeared. Snow […]
Su Muichen had always felt that his life was a joke.
His mother died young, his father despised him, and even his name had been chosen carelessly.
When he grew up, he relied on himself to get into medical school. After finally graduating, he was preparing to begin work at a hospital.
But then he suddenly received devastating news.
His father, stepmother, and younger half-brother had fled overseas to escape their debts, only to all die in a plane crash.
What they left him was not an inheritance, but tens of millions in debt.
And an ancestral run-down shop that was about to be auctioned off by the court—the Guichen Studio.
On the very first night after he took over the shop,a man dressed in ancient-style clothing, covered in blood and holding a long sword, suddenly broke into the store.
The man’s name was Xiao Yuan.
He came from a dynasty that did not exist anywhere in recorded history.
What Su Muichen did not know was—from this night onward,a transaction spanning a thousand years was about to change the fate of two worlds.
The snow in Linzhou finally stopped. After days of gloomy skies, a faint trace of pale daylight finally appeared. Snow […]
Two days before heading north, Xia Lanshi received the first formal recuperation plan from the other world. Xiao Yuan personally
Before dawn, the area outside Linzhou City was already crowded with people. Another snowfall had come during the night. Thick
When the gates of Hanchuan City slowly opened, the wind and snow surged out through the gap like resentment that
Chapter 40 When Su Muchen spread out the “Emergency Supplies Plan for the Northern Frontier,” Xiao Yuan finally saw clearly
On the second day in Hanchuan, the skies still had not cleared. The snowstorm had stopped for half the night,
On the third day in Hanchuan, there were finally sounds of people in the city. It was not noise, nor
At the third night in Hanchuan, Xiao Yuan brought back the first batch of seeds. Those things were packed in
On the fifth day in Hanchuan, the skies finally cleared for a brief while. It was not a bright clearing.
On the sixth day in Han Chuan, a light snow fell over the city. The snow fell gently, like a
On the seventh day in Hanchuan, the sound of carriage wheels could once again be heard in front of the
After leaving Hanchuan, the road north proved even harder to travel than everyone had anticipated. There were still signs of
When the personal guards approached the place where the smoke was rising in the forest, the wind and snow happened
The night outside Qingshi Village was colder than Hanchuan. The cold of Hanchuan was the cold of a city. There
The door opened very unsteadily. When white light seeped through the crack, it did not form an unbroken sheet as
The snow over Qingshi Village stopped for a short while after daybreak. It had only stopped. That did not mean
The night in Qingshi Village never truly settled into peace. In several empty houses in the eastern part of the
Black Pine Ridge lay northwest of the northern outpost. The mountain was not particularly high, but it was extremely deep.
The whistle of a horse was very short. It sounded only once before being swallowed by the wind in the
The Hall of Returning Dust remained quiet for a long time. The sound of rain continued to fall outside, fine