The silver-white Ability Sphere in his palm bore a fruit-like texture as he rubbed it.
[I have obtained a new “Temporal Effect: Reverse Physics.”]
“Reverse Physics.”
Yang Zicang looked at it—that was the name of the invisibility model.
[I sense over ten thousand “chaotic but identical wishes.”]
[I, the Great Quadrilateral, if I fulfill these wishes, should be able to obtain [Wish Talisman, Myriad Realm]!]
“Wish Talisman?”
Yang Zicang felt as if he could sense countless burning gazes from the void in the dark night.
These days, he had learned that some people could obtain “Wish Talismans” through certain means, and some even sold them.
For example, providing medicine and rescue to disaster-stricken areas, or offering delicious food to a large number of hungry people eager to fill their stomachs, or staging a highly popular new drama that left audiences urgently wanting to see the next chapter unfold.
Or some provocative, even wild underground performances, where there is a certain probability of obtaining a “Wish Talisman.”
Because the common factor in creating a “Wish Talisman” is to simultaneously fulfill the urgent wishes of hundreds or thousands of people.
And at this moment, he himself received a prompt for a ten-thousand-level wish talisman.
Yang Zicang felt this mental voice and let out a slight sigh.
If it is ten-thousand-level, I wonder if it can reverse the cost of Morrie changing the future.
But this cannot possibly be fulfilled.
Because the wishes of these tens of thousands of people are all: to obtain this ability sphere containing the Invisibility Model!
“While invisibility is indeed strong, time sequence migration is the most supreme model.”
Our city, now ranked at the bottom, once had such a strong person. But it seems he did not use his model.
After Yang Zicang let out a light sigh, he looked at the thirty or so people gradually gathering around.
By now, their coughing had turned into a chorus.
A tall, plump man with a ruddy complexion stepped forward and said:
“Mr. Yang Zicang, I am the head chef of Zhenxiu Fang. The deputy town lord has informed me to convey that our boss has prepared a meal and invites you to join us.”
“Sorry, not tonight. My stowaway time has run out.” Yang Zicang made a casual excuse.
The man looked confused, clearly unable to grasp what it meant for time to run out.
Morrie walked over and said, “Everyone hasn’t had dinner yet. I’ll take them back to eat.”
Yang Zicang looked at Morrie and said, “If we go to Hub Town now, there’s bound to be a crowd bothering us. So many brothers and friends came to rescue me today—I need to find a separate place to host everyone properly.”
“Brother Zicang,” came the voice of Shed Master Zhang Xian and others nearby, who shyly sidled over with lingering worry and anticipation in their eyes. “A meal can still be prepared here—you and your company should stay for dinner.”
Boppoli tucked his hands into his pockets as he approached. “So many people have died here—this isn’t the right place. Let’s change the venue.”
Yang Zicang’s first thought was of Wuyou. Wuyou Goods Market’s shed master had already contacted him, along with the shed masters of Lijiang, Huanghun, Kongshan, and others—all of whom had expressed a wish to gather.
Just as Yang Zicang was about to reply to the Shed Master Wuyou, a folded message arrived. It was from the girl of Rose Creek who had contacted him before.
{Hey, big shot. Sister Rose has already emptied out a lot of her own supplies to prepare the meal. Yang Zicang—weren’t you supposed to apologize? Oh, sorry, Mr. Zicang—please bring everyone over. We can stay and chat through the night.}
Yang Zicang smiled as he caught sight of the girl beside the Rose Queen—Xu Aiyuan had just swatted her on the bottom to remind her to speak properly.
He lifted his eyes and scanned the dozens of blazing gazes trained on him.
“I’ve already spared the lives of these two men, Shed Master Zhang Xian. I’d trouble you to keep them alive for now—and if fate brings us this way again, I plan to take them along to pay tribute to the real Shi Qian.”
Then Yang Zicang turned to everyone present and continued:
“If Queen Rose is willing to provide the venue, I was thinking we could go there and distribute the secret techniques as a token of gratitude.”
“Whoa!”
The crowd applauded and cheered.
“Ha, is it Rose Creek? Did I hear that right?”
“They say it’s packed with beauties there. I, I still don’t have a girlfriend.”
“Keep your voice down. They’re definitely watching from over there. You’ll be the first one ruled out.”
……
Inside a city with many dark-hued buildings.
Cheng Yunze, seated in the main position, finished listening to the report, rubbed the bridge of his nose, and leaned back into his big chair.
“You all know, Yang Zicang has obtained the stealth ability model. And it’s even tradeable.”
On the sofa inside the room, several people looked over at that man with varying degrees of surprise.
“Having someone like that come compete for the year-end ranking is really troublesome.”
“Brother Ze, even though he’s an opponent, the guy is the one who managed to elevate a city ranked forty and beyond to match our City 23. Even if he resolves things with a summon card, you can’t underestimate him.”
Cheng Yunze nodded. “I did somewhat underestimate him before.”
But he immediately flashed a confident, cold smile, sat up straight from the sofa backrest, held up a wine glass, and said:
“But no matter how troublesome he is, it’s just one person. After all, the initiative in the assessment is in our hands.”
“Exactly, with Brother Ze here, these wildlings can’t stir up any real waves.”
“Haha. Brother Ze is mighty.”
……
Inside the elegant stone hall of Rose Creek.
The long dinner table had been wiped clean, and new tableware and delicacies were laid out once again.
Yang Zicang and his group entered, coughing.
Captain Qin chuckled and said, “I used to be a bit envious of Mr. Zicang’s train before—ha, but I wouldn’t dare ride it again from now on.”
The people from the tent area who had wanted to watch nearby gradually made excuses to leave, afraid of being infected.
The cook from Zhenxiu Fang, his face flushed red, walked out coughing and said:
“Here we are, a bunch of invalids visiting Rose Creek, a place so full of beauties, and yet all of us fall ill together. How rude of us. Please bear with us; I’ll cook a pot of appetizer soup to help everyone sweat out the fever. It should work quickly.”
With the kitchenware ready at Rose Creek and the help of a model, Ma Bin skillfully simmered a pot of fragrant soup by the hall. After they drank it, their coughing gradually subsided.
Beneath the wide horizontal wall in the hall, Yang Zicang said apologetically, “Rose Queen, last time I really had no time to explain, and it wasn’t easy to explain either.”
At the center of the long table, the young girl had arranged Yang Zicang’s seat right next to the dazzlingly radiant beauty.
“Don’t call me ‘Rose Queen’ anymore—I’ve never acknowledged that name. You, well, just call me by my name. My name is Xu Aiyuan, Mr. Zicang.”
“Very well then, Miss Xu Aiyuan.”
At the table, Xu Aiyuan, now dressed in a graceful cheongsam and draped in a fluffy long cloak, looked even more stunning in the warm atmosphere. Beside her, Yang Zicang, exuding competence and an increasingly imposing aura as a strong figure, matched her presence without being overshadowed.
Occasional glances from those around them inwardly praised the exceptional charisma of the pair.
Xu Aiyuan smiled lightly and said, “First of all, congratulations on acquiring that powerful new model—truly enviable. I wonder, Captain Yang, who do you plan to give it to?”
A faint fragrance lingered around him. Yang Zicang replied with an unperturbed smile, “If this model falls into the hands of someone who disregards human life, it would be a grave disaster. For now, I have no intention of handing it over casually.”
“Indeed. Wherever such individuals exist, they make one feel as though thorns are pricking at one’s back.”
Steaming dishes began to be served at the table.
Xu Aiyuan nodded slightly, seemingly in agreement with Yang Zicang’s words. Yet she knew that once someone gained their trust, the Puming Group would gain a formidable powerhouse capable of striking fear into others.
“I saw everything tonight. Not just me—many shed masters had their models coveted by Shi Qian. It’s thanks to you that this great conspiracy was thwarted.”
“Credit goes to these friends as well.”
People gradually took their seats. At the far end of the long table, Xiao Yushan and his group sat at a corner on the left side.
Although the few of them were still somewhat unwelcome, the seven or eight who followed were not only unconcerned but felt incredibly fortunate. The same sentiment was shared by several diners from the Rare Delicacy Inn who had come along. They had rushed over on impulse after hearing they could ride the big star’s special train into the Land of Lost Frequencies to help Yang Zicang, never expecting such great gains.
“Those in the shop who didn’t want to come are definitely regretting it now.”
“Heh, serves them right for doubting this and that.”
“Mainly, it was too urgent at the time, so it wasn’t easy to explain. I was nervous the whole way here too.”
As the crowd murmured among themselves, Yang Zicang stood up to greet them, then downed the dark amber red wine in his hand.
“Cheers.” Everyone raised their cups and drank it all.
After a round of thanks, Morrie stood up, his chest model flashing with light as he conjured falling sheets of paper.
This was the highlight of the night!
In the great hall, countless eyes fixed eagerly on those sheets crisscrossed with silk thread trails.
The glowing threads conjured scroll after scroll, and in no time, a stack lay pressed on the table by Morrie.
“So many!”
“These are the contract books that, once used, allow one to directly inherit another’s centuries of cultivation experience!”
Everyone’s hearts raced, and even after drinking, their mouths and throats felt dry with overwhelming desire burning in their eyes.
“Are you really… giving all these to us?”
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