52: Chapter 52 Everyone is joyful

Hua Jieyu stood by the herb garden. Although the Hundred Herb Medical Immortal's herb garden had not been directly affected by the system upgrade, the increase in spiritual energy concentration brought about by the expansion of the spiritual fields caused the spiritual herbs in the garden to grow vigorously.

She crouched in the herb garden, a gentle smile hanging on her soft, water-like face.

Her apricot-shaped eyes curved like two warm crescent moons. Her slender, fair fingers were pinching a jade heart herb. Those hands, famous in class as the "Flower Goddess of Fair Hands," looked like they were carved from white jade against the backdrop of the emerald green spiritual herbs, beautiful as a stroke of empty space in a landscape painting.

She did not cheer like the others; she just stood quietly in the herb garden, smiling with curved lips.

That smile was like a spring breeze brushing across the face, like warm sunshine entering the heart—it was the quietest, yet also the warmest.

Liu Ruyan stood at the edge of the crowd. The Phantom Assassin's position was always in the corners; just like her profession, she was accustomed to hiding in blind spots of vision.

But today, she stood a bit further forward than usual. Her classical Eastern beauty face was like a fine-brush painting illuminated by golden light in the sun, with willow-leaf brows, phoenix eyes, and lips like vermilion dots.

Her figure was as slender as a willow, yet every curve was just right. Those misty, smoke-like eyes were like two ambers soaked in morning dew in the sunlight, so beautiful that people could not look away.

Her gaze swept over the newly completed defensive wall. Professional instinct made her evaluate the village's defensive capabilities:

Three entrances and exits, twelve arrow turrets, two gate towers, and walls reinforced with Spirit Rune stones.

The defense was more than ten times stronger than the tent camp, but still insufficient to deal with attacks from a Barbarian General level.

"We need to set up hidden sentries outside the wall."

She walked to Wang Sheng's side, her voice very light, like a whisper in the night breeze. "The defensive wall can block Savage Beasts, but it cannot block the Shadow Clan. If they dig tunnels underground..."

"I know."

Wang Sheng looked into her eyes. Those misty, smoke-like eyes were rarely clear in the sunlight, without their usual disguise and concealment.

There was only a frankness and trust that she would only reveal to him. "Regarding the Shadow Clan, you and Shen Xun'er should discuss it and come up with a complete defensive plan."

Liu Ruyan's eyes brightened for a moment, like light flashing on an ice surface, fleeting yet breathtakingly beautiful.

"Okay." She nodded, turned, and walked toward Shen Xun'er, her pace neither fast nor slow, her slender figure like a flowing ink line in the sunlight.

Wang Sheng stood on the gate tower at the village entrance.

Sunlight spilled from the firmament like a golden waterfall pouring onto the newly completed Guangming Village. The buildings constructed from wild logs radiated a warm, woody luster in the sun.

The earth and stone walls of the defensive wall were embedded with Savage Beast bones and Spirit Rune stones, resembling a sleeping stone dragon coiled by the Lingxi River.

The emerald green of the spiritual fields, the colorfulness of the Spirit Garden, the faint fragrance of the herb garden, and the silver-blue light of the Ancestral Spirit Altar—everything in the sunlight was like a painting drawn by the hands of a wild god.

The Lingxi River meandered past the east side of the village, the river water shimmering with broken gold light in the sun, resembling a flowing golden ribbon.

The Savage Beast Forest by the river cast deep green shadows in the distance, like a silent giant guarding this newborn land.

Behind him were the smiling faces of sixty-three people.

Sixty-two girls, plus Shi Gen and the others. They stood in the open space at the village entrance, looking up at Wang Sheng standing on the gate tower.

The sunlight shone from behind him, enveloping his entire person in a layer of golden outline, like the first ray of sunlight rising over the wild continent.

Shen Xun'er stood in the center of the crowd, her moon-white ritual robes resembling silver armor in the sunlight. Her pitch-black long hair cascaded to her waist like a waterfall, and her moist apricot eyes curved into two crescent moons.

Beside her was Frost Mage Lin Shiyun, her silver-white long hair shining like snow in the sunlight, her ice-blue pupils reflecting the stone slab at the village entrance engraved with "Guangming Village," the corners of her mouth curved in a faint smile that only she knew.

Su Mengyao stood by the spiritual field, her emerald green long hair fluttering in the wind like a green flag.

Zhao Linger stood under the gate tower, looking up and waving at him, her baby face smiling like a flower.

Murong Xue leaned against the defensive wall, her silver armor acting like a mirror in the sun, her brown ponytail flying in the wind.

Liu Ruyan stood at the edge of the crowd, her misty, smoke-like eyes rarely clear in the sunlight.

Hua Jieyu stood quietly by the herb garden, smiling with curved lips, like a spring breeze brushing across the face.

And there was Gu Qingwan, her silver-haired, green-eyed mixed-race face like a finely carved white jade statue in the sunlight.

Her figure was as tall as a supermodel, her wind mage's long dress fluttering in the wind, her long legs beneath the hem of the skirt like two pillars of white jade soaked in moonlight.

Tang Waner, the round-faced, big-eyed Iron Wall Shield Guard, stood by the defensive wall holding a giant shield.

Her seemingly soft and cute face was full of protectiveness. Her figure after taking off her armor was surprisingly curvy, but at this moment, it was outlined by the Savage Beast leather armor to look like a wild Valkyrie.

Xiao Yuqing, the Rainstorm Archer with neat short hair, stood by the arrow turret of the gate tower, her heroic posture striking.

The muscle lines of her arms were beautiful when drawing the bow; she was the sports goddess of the class. She was like a different person when wearing Savage Beast leather hunting gear compared to wearing a long dress.

At this moment, the hunting gear version of Xiao Yuqing was breathtakingly heroic, like a wild version of Artemis.

Qin Luoxi, the classical beauty, stood quietly in the corner, the fingertips of the Spirit Array Master drawing array patterns in the air, her profile beautiful like a fine-brush painting.

Rune Forgemaster Xu Mohan pushed up the Savage Beast bone glasses on the bridge of her nose. The Rune Forgemaster's gaze swept over the Spirit Runes on the defensive wall, her eyes full of professional scrutiny.

The glasses-wearing girl's focused gaze was extremely charming, like the calm beauty unique to an intellectual.

Zheng Liuli rushed out of the medicinal diet tent holding a large pile of spiritual herbs. The lively, chatty Alchemy Grandmaster's face was full of excitement.

"The spiritual energy concentration is three times higher! Those pills I've been refining for three days without success are now saved!"

Nalan Ruo followed behind her. The cold and beautiful Jade Fire Alchemist rarely showed a smile. Emerald green flames danced at her fingertips, like green flowers urged to bloom by spiritual energy.

And there were more people. Chen Siqi's twin tails fluttered in the wind, and the energetic girl's head was actually emitting electric arcs.

Zhou Lingshan and a spirit rabbit she had tamed shuttled through the crowd; the sunny and cheerful beast-eared girl image made people want to rub her ears.

Xiahou Lin stood on high ground watching the stars, her noble and cold face like an ice sculpture soaked in moonlight in the sun.

Heavenly Strategist Shangguan Xuan sat on the steps in front of the Chiefs Tent, the strategist talent who planned moves was drawing a defensive formation diagram on the ground with a branch...

Sixty-two girls.

Sixty-two kinds of beauty.

Sixty-two smiles.

They stood in the sunlight, like the most gorgeous sea of flowers on the wild continent. Some were as cold as ice, some as gentle as water, some heroic, some lively and cute, some quiet and introverted, some domineering.

Every kind of beauty bloomed in the sunlight, like a hundred flowers blooming together, like a starry river reflected.

Wang Sheng looked at them, and a passion he had never felt before surged in his heart.

It was not the Chieftain prestige bestowed by the system, not the combat instinct of a Holy Light Warrior, not the numerical expansion of the Wild Chieftain System, but a man who had transformed from an ordinary college student, looking at the home he had built with his own hands and the people he had protected with his own hands, a passion surging from the depths of his chest, hot and unstoppable like magma.

More than twenty days ago, they were still a group of college students chattering on a field trip bus. He sat in the last row, surrounded by sixty-two girls. He was the only boy in the liberal arts class, like a bee that had strayed into a flower garden.

At that time, his world was papers and exams, cafeterias and dormitories, and that moment when Shen Xun'er turned back to smile at him, causing his heart to race.

More than twenty days later, they had a village.

They had a defensive wall, spiritual fields, an Ancestral Spirit Altar, an herb garden, a medicine refining room, and a beast pen.

They had the record of repelling the Beast Tide twice, the transaction records of the Myriad Races Market, and an intelligence network regarding the Shadow Clan.

He had two wives, one gentle and inclusive like moonlight, one cold and fiery like ice and snow.

He had the Holy Light Shield, Frost Affinity, and Moonlight Affinity. His combat power had grown from a rookie Rank 1 Barbarian Warrior to a Rank 4 Barbarian Warrior, possessing a complete skill tree from basic to legendary.

And all of this was just the beginning.