Chapter 1026: The Night of the Imperial Flow Serum

Chapter 1016: Night of the Emperor's Dew (Extra Chapter)

As expected, loud gongs rang out from the direction of the docks, likely signaling an alarm.

Defending against a hurricane is already difficult; with the addition of mind-altering Emperor's Dew, the Yangshan Archipelago is in for a tough night.

Wang Xingyi instructed his attendants to collect the Emperor's Dew from the rooftops in the area. Then, he turned to Fang Canran with a radiant smile, saying:

“He Xiao passed the previous challenges; let's hope he doesn't stumble on this one.”

Dealing with the Bailong and Beijia people required his skills in combat and command. Facing the Emperor's Dew on Suoding Island, bustling with foreign guests, would test his abilities in management and coordination.

Given Wang Xingyi’s status, even abroad, Mou Nation would ensure he had access to elixirs made from the Emperor’s Dew. Thus, his current mindset was to observe from a safe distance.

He Lingchuan’s actions in causing a stir at the Heavenly Palace were indeed remarkable. Fang Canran also praised him highly, placing his achievements far above those of many young talents from Mount Ling.

However, Wang Xingyi did not base his judgments solely on past individual victories. Achieving success once could simply be a stroke of immense luck. Furthermore, as an experienced person in power, he understood that destruction was far easier than construction, and covert operations were always simpler than open confrontation.

Today's natural and man-made disaster was occurring on He Lingchuan's own territory, presenting an excellent opportunity for observation. Wang Xingyi naturally intended to thoroughly evaluate He Lingchuan.

Soon after, he saw servants from Boliang Villa rushing out, carrying bottles and jars, almost filling every corner of the courtyard.

Oh, so fast! Were they really just acting on a whim? Could they really produce hundreds of jars and containers on such short notice?

“Uncle Master, I’m going for a walk.”

Fang Canran excused himself and went to stop a cook. “Auntie, were these prepared in advance?”

“Oh, yes,” the cook replied. She was eager to grab a jar and wasn't focused on answering him, but she maintained basic hospitality. “The higher-ups notified us days ago!”

Her speech was a bit muffled, so Fang Canran asked again, “What’s in your mouth?”

“Calming Pill!” the cook blurted out. As she opened her mouth, Fang Canran saw a small, jade-green pill pressed under her tongue. “The higher-ups also distributed these,” she explained. “They said taking them now would prevent panic.”

With that, she went back to her work.

Calming Pills are a type of medicine that soothes the mind and calms the spirit. They cannot completely suppress a creature's desire for the Emperor's Dew, but they can help maintain a sliver of clarity and reduce the likelihood of foolish actions.

Fang Canran looked up at the sky and smiled.

So, He Xiao had predicted the arrival of the Emperor's Dew in advance.

As he walked down the mountain, he noticed several massive boulders by the roadside. One of them appeared to have marks like it had been carved by a knife or axe, and there was a bit of red paint on it, as if it had been accidentally splashed.

Yet, it also resembled a mark.

What was this?

He casually touched the stone and immediately sensed something was off. It seemed to be a magical artifact, very crude, but definitely refined.

Only someone like him, who had dealt in magical artifacts for years, could detect the subtle abnormality of the boulder.

He went around to the back of the boulder and saw what looked like a seal near the bottom, though it wasn't highlighted in red. He squatted down to examine it closely, and to his surprise, he discovered that these patterns were actually a formation.

“A barrier?”

Intrigued, Fang Canran stored the large stone in his spatial ring.

The next instant, a fierce gust of wind slammed into him, strong enough to sweep even a heavy person weighing two or three hundred jin into the sky.

Fang Canran was blown back, unable to open his eyes. He quickly released the boulder, returning it to its original position.

The wind immediately subsided to a gentle breeze.

Ah, a wind-blocking barrier.

He tidied his hair. Maintaining such a barrier would be quite costly. He Xiao had clearly put a lot of thought into this territory.

“The Emperor’s Dew is here!”

The sudden arrival of the spiritual rain brought not a divine elixir, but chaos to the Yangshan Archipelago.

People carrying things, walking on the roads, or staying inside their homes instinctively rushed out, tilting their heads skyward. The clever ones immediately returned indoors to search for containers. How much could one catch by simply opening their mouth? Containers were essential for this.

The previously orderly scene instantly turned chaotic.

Having experienced the Emperor’s Dew several times, He Lingchuan knew exactly what would happen next. He immediately instructed those behind him: “The Emperor’s Dew has arrived early; activate the plan!”

This was why he had to provoke Wanyue’s uncle and nephew and Yu Zechen into making their move early, no matter what.

If the rebellion and the Emperor’s Dew had arrived simultaneously, that truly would have driven him to distraction.

Now, being able to deal with things one after another was already a great stroke of luck.

He glanced in the direction of Boliang Villa, knowing that Wang Xingyi was observing from there in secret.

Wang Xingyi’s assessment of He Lingchuan would likely influence Mount Ling’s attitude towards him, and the latter was a crucial part of He Lingchuan’s long-term plans.

So far, his performance had been excellent; he couldn't afford to falter now.

“Tonight’s operation must be decisive! Relay the order to the guard force: anyone who performs significant meritorious service tonight will be promoted one rank!”

The senior managers dispersed, swiftly carrying out the orders.

Large bronze gongs rang out in the dock and guesthouse areas. The people of Yangshan called out urgently, one after another: “All guests, retreat indoors, retrieve the clay pots from behind your doors, and stand within the white line in front of your doors to collect the Emperor’s Dew! Those who venture out without permission will be confined tonight!”

One person stood in each area, striking a gong, ensuring that the sound could be heard throughout the entire supply station.

Upon hearing “clay pots,” everyone’s minds cleared by a third. They rushed back to their dwellings and, looking behind their doors, indeed found the pots placed there.

Some had previously noticed these pots and wondered about their purpose; now they finally understood.

This was Yangshan Archipelago’s way of allowing them to collect the Emperor’s Dew!

A palm-width white line was painted on the ground seven chi in front of each dwelling’s entrance. Not only was it resistant to the torrential rain, but it also glowed faintly under the illumination of fluorescent spores, making it quite eye-catching.

Without further ado, guests brought out all their bottles and jars, placed them in the open space in front of their doors, and fully devoted themselves to collecting the Emperor’s Dew. Some even climbed onto rooftops, using clothes or pieces of wood to create diversion channels.

As long as they stayed within the white line, even if they dismantled their houses, the guard force wouldn't interfere.

The heavens bestowed a divine elixir; every drop was a blessing.

From He Lingchuan’s experience, the amount of Emperor’s Dew falling this time was only moderate, and it was mixed with the heavy rainfall brought by the hurricane. For ordinary people, this increased the difficulty of collection even further.

However, the Emperor’s Dew’s allure to living creatures was like a person seeing a large piece of braised pork hock after five days and nights of starvation. It didn’t just make their mouths water and their eyes turn green; it was an impulse to lunge forward without a second thought.

Two travelers saw that the eaves of the neighboring dwelling were dripping faster and immediately took their jars to claim the spot. How could the other party allow that? In less than ten breaths, the two sides went from exchanging insults to throwing punches and kicks—it happened so quickly.

Wang Fubao happened to be nearby and rushed over, pushing the two sides apart with considerable force.

Then, he roared at the trespassing guests, “Get back inside!”

The two guests, whose faces were swollen from fighting, were hot-headed and furious. How could they listen?

They charged forward, ready to fight again, but were forcefully stopped by Wang Fubao once more.

Blinded by greed and with bloodshot eyes, the two no longer cared about right or wrong and swung their fists at Wang Fubao. In response, he grabbed them by the scruff of their necks, one in each hand, directly threw them back into their respective rooms, and then locked the doors behind him.

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