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Chapter 1281 - Chapter 1281 Chapter 20 This Sacred Land is Almost Named Wang

Chapter 1281: Chapter 20 This Sacred Land is Almost Named Wang! (Seeking Monthly Tickets)_3 Chapter 1281: Chapter 20 This Sacred Land is Almost Named Wang! (Seeking Monthly Tickets)_3 Wang Shouzhe did favor Licui more, though.

On the surface, his grandniece seemed like a simpleton, but deep down, she was cunning indeed. The most important thing was that she would eat anything and everything, yet she never suffered a loss! Moreover, she had a very special ability… There was no better place for her to unleash her potential than in the wilderness.

Even Wang Shouzhe felt a mix of envy, jealousy, and hatred towards her.

On the giant crystal stone screen.

After gobbling up thirty units of food in one go, Wang Licui finally licked her lips with unfulfilled desire and said to the Elder, “At last, I feel a bit of strength returning to me, and my body seems a tad stronger. Elder, go find me a hundred able-bodied men and women. No old folks, and I want those who look robust! Sigh, typical food alone doesn’t satisfy me. I need some flesh and blood to replenish my vitality.”

The Elder went pale and instantly dropped to his knees before her, trembling as he said, “Oh great Heavenly blessed one, if you must eat, then eat me, please. If a hundred of our young are consumed, our agricultural village will truly be finished!”

“O Heavenly blessed one, eat us instead,” a group of old-timers in the village sensed something was amiss and came running out, kneeling before her, weeping and pleading, “We’re old and useless, living only wastes food. Eat us instead, leave the young and children a chance to live~~”

“What are you thinking?” Wang Licui glared at them, also stunned by their way of thinking, “I’m preparing to go out hunting, planning to call a hundred people to help with the game.”

“Great Heavenly blessed one, you’re really not going to eat humans?” the Elder asked tentatively, eyeing her cautiously.

“I won’t eat those who obey, but I’ll eat those who don’t,” Wang Licui rolled her eyes and said ominously, “You have two hours to gather the troops, or I’ll consume the entire stronghold.”

Terrified, the Elder turned pale and scurried off to assemble a hundred villagers. These villagers had not undergone any formal training; they were armed merely with simple farming tools, woodcutting axes, and the like, without a single decent weapon among them.

“Let’s go, out to hunt Fierce Beasts!”

Wang Licui didn’t mind their unease and promptly led the “demoralized” villagers out of the stronghold’s simple fence with a proud and lofty air.

The poor villagers hadn’t even had a full meal, and here they were, taken out to hunt…

“Elder, what do we do?” a woman watched her husband leave and asked pitifully, “The great Heavenly blessed one won’t plan to eat… outside, will she?”

“Of course not,” reassured the Elder who was also feeling uneasy, forcing himself to uplift their spirits, “Everyone, carry on with your work; continue with the farming. Let’s repair the stronghold while waiting for the triumphant return of the great Heavenly blessed one.”

With anxiety in his heart, the Elder could only numb his mind by working himself to exhaustion.

Meanwhile, the Enlightened Ones were abuzz with commentary, not optimistic about Wang Licui’s future. Her approach to hunting seemed far too haphazard, with no sense of planning…

Compared to her, others had much more conventional styles.

Take Green Fern, for example; she had no plans to go hunting at all but instead stayed within the confines of the agricultural village. She began optimizing planting processes, constructing windbreaks, and using her somewhat “weak” Heavenly blessed one Talent to incrementally cultivate the crops.

Besides her, everyone was most concerned about Wang Liyao, whose early development also seemed ordinary and uneventful. She appeared to want to do everything: repairing the stronghold, starting a new planting cycle, training militia, scouting the surrounding terrain–she missed nothing.

But everything was done in an orderly fashion, with no surprises to speak of.

Apart from her, Gong Yang Ce, whose thinking underwent a significant transformation, also adopted cautious measures, opting not to rush expansion but to manage and overhaul every aspect of the agricultural village.

“This strategy seems mundane, but it’s the most secure,” Jiang Zhencang actually appreciated it a lot, “Building up the agricultural village bit by bit, in the end, there will be a transformative change. It’s just like how I, the Sacred Master, operated back in the day, finally winning the battle for the title of Saint.”

As he spoke, he couldn’t help but sigh internally. It’s a pity that his disciple Yuxuan was disobedient, choosing a plan that was too risky.

However, in the eyes of “everyone,” the most preposterous was still Wang Licui. With her current performance, if the Sacred Land fell into her hands, it was feared that it would decline completely within a century.

Even the Elder responsible for managing the big screen couldn’t help but sigh in private. Such an Unparalleled Heavenly Child, it was just that her brain wasn’t quite adequate–the entire image was that of a simpleton with an appetite. Better give her less screen time, to avoid excessive embarrassment.

Before they knew it, day and night had shifted many times on the giant crystal stone screen.

Apart from Wang Licui, the scenes of everyone else were broadcast in rotation. Each person, according to their own rhythm and strategy, began to catch glimpses of success.

And in a place the camera couldn’t see.

Farmer Stronghold no. 8305.

Several days had passed since Wang Licui led her team away from the stronghold.

During these days, the Elder’s reassurances had just barely kept the village stable. But starting on the seventh day, as the food supply dwindled, panic and insecurity still inevitably began to permeate.

There was no helping it. When Wang Licui departed, she had also taken a share of the “military provisions,” leaving not much resources for the four hundred or so elderly, weak, sick, and disabled left in the village.