For the rest of the night, Nanzhi and the others focused on absorbing the spars.
Lin Weihao handed her the spar of the Ant Queen while collecting the winged reaper ants' spars for himself.
Meanwhile, after two days on the road, Lao Gong and his group encountered a military convoy that escorted them to the Military Base.
As soon as they arrived, Lao Gong carefully counted the people on the bus before stepping forward to ask the guards on the gate, "How much is the entrance fee per person?"
"There is no entrance fee," one of the guards replied.
Lao Gong blinked in surprise. "No entrance fee? Really?"
The guard nodded. "You may enter, but first, you need to register at the Mission Hall and undergo a mental energy assessment. Awakeners will receive a monthly allowance."
Hearing this, Lao Gong and the others were overjoyed. Without hesitation, they strode inside.
The moment they stepped in, the sound of laughter filled their ears.
Children played in the open spaces, their cheeks plump and rosy with health. A group of boys kicked around a makeshift ball, their joyful shouts echoing through the air.
He Cuifen instinctively tightened her grip on Si Hao's hand, while Wang Jian's gaze was fixed on the children too.
Si Hao and Jiu Jiu watched with wide eyes, their little fingers twitching with the urge to join in.
A little girl tugged at her mother's sleeve, swinging it back and forth as she took a bite of a steaming pancake.
Not far away, hawkers pushed small carts through the bustling streets. One of them, spotting Lao Gong's group, immediately steered his cart toward them.
"Newcomers! Welcome! Are you hungry from your journey? I have pumpkin cakes! Five cakes for just one spar!"
The scent of freshly baked pumpkin cakes wafted through the air, warm and enticing. The golden pastries were still steaming, their fragrance drilling into their nostrils.
The group swallowed hard.
They turned to each other, their exhaustion momentarily forgotten.
With sunken eyes, He Cuifen whispered, "Is this real?"
Wang Jian, who had been gripping their daughter's hand tightly, looked around in stunned silence.
Before arriving at the base, they had encountered alien beasts. Following Zhang Xin's advice, they collected spars—but, to their disappointment, they hadn't found any jades!
Still, they were glad they had listened to Zhang Xin.
Lao Gong stepped forward and bought some pumpkin cakes. He handed large pieces to Jiu Jiu and Si Hao while the rest shared the remainder.
The children took eager bites, their eyes lighting up.
"It's soft, sweet, and moist!"
Zhang Xin chuckled. "That's not even the half of it. You should see the market!"
At first, everyone thought Zhang Xin was exaggerating.
They soon realized they were wrong.
"Wolf skewers! Spicy Wolf skewers!"
"Scallion pancakes, anyone? One spar for six pieces!"
"Mister, do you like peanut brittle? My grandma made it! One spar per pack!"
"Roasted sweet potatoes!"
"Young man, for one spar, you can have two bowls of egg drop soup!"
The group licked their lips.
Time passed.
In an abandoned street littered with the corpses of alien beasts, a group of people battled against more of the creatures.
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