Endless Winter: My Camp Upgrades Infinitely Chapter 1197: 404: All Six Towns Arrive, Hand Over the Culprit, Divine Machine Crossbow, Oath 2

Chen Yimou, together with four middle-aged individuals, plus Chen Yu and Chen Huang as the two youths, swiftly grew intrigued and grabbed the porcelain vials for inspection.

One after another, the bottles were uncorked, allowing the six to breathe in the varied scents from the Dan medicines, with their faces displaying increasing shock.

“Beast Essence Pill, Beast Spirit Pill, Blood Spirit Pill, Blood Plasma Pill, Blood Shaping Pill, Yangyuan Pill, Dragon Carp Pill, Green Cod Pill, Black Death Pill, Bone Condensing Pill, Bone Gathering Pill… Altogether, I've purchased nineteen types of spirit pills from the Treasure Tower, fitting from six-year-olds beginning to form their Five Viscera Meridian, Logging Realm, Earth-digging Realm, Earth-digging Realm Limit with Reshaping Skin, Cold Resistance Level, Peak of Cold Resistance Level, up to Xianyang Level—this full array of Dan medicine supplies is fully controlled by the whole Great Xia, and furthermore, the caliber of these Dan medicines…”

“Can all match that of our Chen Cang!”

Chen Yimou found himself blurting it out without restraint, voicing his inner feelings.

Chu Dongning, He Yang, and Zhu Dong, each clutching the Dan medicine, caught these words and their eyebrows twitched faintly, yet they held back from commenting further.

For the Ice Abyss People, those yet to reach the Cold Resistance Level typically live only up to forty years on average, making any aid to boost cultivation speed an essential treasure for every camp.

And Dan medicines rank among the most vital of these.

The flip side is that cultivators of any level can assess Dan medicine quality simply through its scent.

Though Chu Dongning and the pair's true cultivation lags behind Chen Yiqing’s, evaluating Dan medicine quality poses no issue for them. From their own senses, the dozens of Dan medicines presented by Chen Yiqing aren't just on par with Chen Cang's, but actually surpass them.

They perceived it clearly, as did Chen Yimou. His deliberate statement stemmed from the pride of being Chen Cang natives, reluctant to concede Great Xia's Dan medicines outdid their own.

Naturally, Chu Dongning, the other two, and Chen Yiqing felt the same way, so none called out Chen Yimou; they merely nodded in agreement.

“If they're superior to ours, they're superior, dear uncles—why bother concealing it!”

In the midst of the quiet, a woman's voice abruptly sounded within the chamber.

It came from Chu Yan’er, positioned near the window.

With a subtle wrinkle of her refined nose, she caught the Dan medicine's aroma and instantly determined these were of higher quality than Chen Cang's. She straightforwardly revealed the subtle intentions of the five men.

Should the disparity between Chen Huang, Chen Yu, and Ji Hong from their encounter two days prior be described as merely a touch of haughtiness in their expressions, then Chu Yan’er’s current shift in bearing was so profound it felt like a complete transformation.

Her features were plainly rugged; her attractiveness wasn't exceptional, not even outstanding. However, her vibrant, lovely eyes radiated greater assurance and poise than Chen Huang and Chen Yu displayed toward the five men.

Noting the five's lack of reply, she grinned and pressed on, “Our Chen Cang possesses vast territories across Five Prefectures and Two Lakes, home to millions of people, a majestic feudal stronghold, naturally generous in outlook—how could mere spirit pills trouble us?”

Her statement prompted Chen Yiqing and the five middle-aged men, along with Chen Yu and Chen Huang, to reveal faint signs of embarrassment on their faces.

Chu Yan’er then gracefully lifted her hand, gesturing toward the spirit pills on the table, her gaze carrying a spark of superiority, “Moreover, the recipes for these Great Xia spirit pills will eventually serve our Chen Cang, so whether they're superior or not makes little difference.”

Confidence filled her tone, and every gesture she made projected an innate nobility that clashed sharply with her simple linen attire.

“At my age, I'm not as perceptive as the Little Princess anymore—fifty-eight years lived in futility, what a disgrace!”

Chen Yiqing rose straight from his seat, offering a bow to Chu Yan’er, and the remaining six promptly joined him in the gesture.

Differing from the five middle-aged men's salutes, Chen Yu and Chen Huang's eyes shone with open admiration as they honored Chu Yan’er.

As the seven paid their respects, Chu Yan’er showed no sign of discomfort, simply extending her hand lightly to Chen Yiqing, “Merely offhand remarks, no need for such formality, Uncle Chen. Yan’er has only just arrived, unlike Uncle Chen who's overseen this place for more than eight years. You surely grasp the Nine Towns' circumstances intimately. I notice Uncle Chen's deep caution toward Great Xia stems from more than just these spirit pills, doesn't it?”

“Indeed, if it were only a few spirit pills, how could I…”

“It has begun!”

Chen Yiqing grew serious at the query, nodding firmly before starting his response, only to be cut off midway by Chu Yan’er.

What exactly had begun?

“The army assembles at Hongmen—it appears Great Xia has no plans to surrender the true offender!”

The seven inside the room perked up at Yang Zhun's somewhat furious declaration from overhead, hurriedly trailing Chu Yan’er to the window, peering north toward the skies over the Ministry Building.

The eight had covered extensive topics in their discussion, spanning almost two hundred breaths from beginning to end.

In other words, from Yang Zhun's emergence above the Ministry Building until his initial utterance, nearly two hundred breaths elapsed.

It wasn't difficult to surmise why Yang Zhun delayed so long before speaking.

A glance at Great Xia's people's faces made it evident.

Upon Yang Zhun and the twelve's arrival, Xia Chuan escorted over a hundred from the Ministry Building's interior. They gazed upward at the twelve aloft, their looks shifting from indifference to slowly being daunted by the twelve Xianyang Level auras, and by the time Yang Zhun addressed them, aside from the leading two or three dozen, nearly all had sweat beading on their brows.