Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 812 - 59: Daoist Friend, Please Lend Me a Hand
Once a person gains power, all other desires naturally fall into place.
Wang Yunxiao thought to himself that he hadn’t even become an official... not even close.
Yet within just a couple of days, he had a wife, children, and a warm bed to his name.
Never mind if the wife was his own, if the children were truly his, or if the warm bed was even really warm.
The question is, are the pieces there?
"Hang a sign at the door that says ’Immigrant Resettlement Office.’" 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚
Wang Yunxiao was never one to eat pies that fell from the sky; he found them too unsanitary.
He’s got hands, got feet—whatever he wanted, he could fight for on his own. Even if it meant stealing or robbing, he’d face the fallout on his own terms afterward.
In this world, there’s no such thing as kindness without strings attached.
He didn’t pry into the origins of the house that Shen Qingxi had built—the Eldest Miss of the Shen Family had vast divine powers. Since the courtyard was already constructed, it wasn’t as though he could tear it down in her presence.
Instead, he opted for public ownership.
People from the Shen Family always preferred to throw money around. Last time, when the Shen Garden was searched, millions in cash were confiscated—Wang Yunxiao did the same thing then.
It was directly incorporated into school property. Any disputes? Take it up with the principal.
If the principal wouldn’t take the money, how could they possibly take it?
But if the principal really dared to pocket it, then they could just invent some excuse to draw a little from the accounts—much simpler.
As it turned out, not only was the principal willing to take it, but he did it with great enthusiasm.
If Wang Yunxiao had taken it first and let the principal take it later, then trouble would have followed.
Throughout history, countless heroes and legends had stumbled over this sequence issue.
When the axe fell, they still shouted about their injustice: "Everyone else did it—why am I taking the blame alone?"
Well, whose fault is it if you eat persimmons on an empty stomach and end up with gallstones?
As for the leftovers from the Navy, Wang Yunxiao wasn’t planning to touch them; he’d wait until their return to sort things out properly.
And as for He Lan...
Wang Yunxiao scanned the courtyard, then pointed toward the small woodshed in the back and told her, "You and the child can stay there."
He Lan nodded, hugged the child, and left.
She didn’t feel at ease living in the grand house anyway.
Seeing that she hadn’t fallen into his trap, Shen Qingxi felt terribly disappointed.
She had thought that this wild man would be easy to deal with—who knew he’d turn out to be so impervious to persuasion?
"Miss Shen, since you built this house, you can stay here. Leave the central hall for us to use as an office later,"
Wang Yunxiao sent He Lan away and then turned to Shen Qingxi with a smile: "Since you have such remarkable abilities, could you help a bit more and build housing for the others as well?"
Shen Qingxi spread her hands: "It’s not that I don’t want to help, Commander Wang. The problem is that even the cleverest housewife can’t cook without proper ingredients. You’re aware of the environment here—it’s impossible for me to conjure things out of thin air..."
Thud—
A muffled sound came from just outside the courtyard gate, followed by a whirlwind sweeping in from the doorway.
Wang Yunxiao looked up and saw the Mountain God, Chu Jiang, and the giant red-and-white demon beast descending upon the gate.
See? Speak of the devil.
Given how well you’ve built this place, how is the Mountain God supposed to live out of a doghouse?
Eek! A big dog!
Shen Qingxi broke into a cold sweat.
She had been so focused on stirring up drama that she completely forgot about the Mountain God’s existence.
Li Mumu narrowed her eyes, staring at the guilty-looking Shen Qingxi.
Your family’s three generations of wall-smearing craftsmanship sure are impressive—come here to flaunt it, huh?
"Mountain God..."
As Wang Yunxiao began to speak, Li Mumu nodded and said, "No need for formalities; I’m already aware of the cause and effect."
Having divine skills was fantastic—he could now openly perform miracles before people!
No matter what the issue was, one glance was enough to discern the root cause; there was no longer any need to waste time with cryptic dialogue.
Good job, Shen Qingxi!
"I see you’ve set this place up nicely. Since you’ve already drilled a well, let me add a touch of flair."
Li Mumu lightly tapped the ground with his front foot, and a faint tremor spread from beneath.
Several seconds later, the distant wellhead suddenly erupted with a torrent of clear water.
West Spring Mountain, of course, didn’t have water.
But now that he was the Mountain God, if he said there was water, then there was water!
No arguing—was this supposed to be a science lecture?
Watching the geyser from the well in the distance, Wang Yunxiao’s expression grew solemn with respect.
The strong remain strong—they solve problems effortlessly, even ones he himself couldn’t handle.
With this water source, whether or not crops could be grown, the odds of survival for these transmigrators had significantly improved.
"Thank you for your assistance, Mountain God."
"It was but a minor effort. If gratitude is to be expressed..."
Li Mumu turned his gaze toward Shen Qingxi: "This young woman who cultivates the Barbarian Technique School of the Heretical Path seems to be well-versed in mechanical engineering principles. Over on my end, the New Gods’ temple is under construction—could I ask her to assist with the project?"
Oh, was it the project old Ge took on?
Wang Yunxiao turned to look at Shen Qingxi.
I’m not going!
Shen Qingxi desperately tried to signal with her eyes.
Who would want to work on some temple construction? And how did this big dog see right through me? A girl cultivating Barbarian Technique School methods isn’t exactly something to flaunt!
I’m mortified! I’m furious! I refuse to be a laborer!
"Miss Shen, if you’re free..."
"I’m busy."
"What are you busy with?"
If you weren’t feeling useless, what reason could you possibly have for building me this little courtyard?
Wang Yunxiao didn’t budge an inch.
Sure, Shen Qingxi was an Eldest Miss, a beauty, and perfectly matched his preferences.
But she wasn’t Li Mumu.
Why should he spoil her?
Eek! What kind of rigid man is this? I go out of my way to build you a house, arrange for your wife and child, and this is how you treat me?
Reddy was truly blind.
And you!
Shen Qingxi turned her head, glaring at Li Mumu with resentment.
Just because you’re the Mountain God doesn’t mean I know you! You think I won’t call people over to beat you up?
"Come on then, Miss Shen. If you put your heart into this, I’ll make sure you’re generously rewarded once the task is complete."
Li Mumu swung his tail behind him and, without waiting for her to object, wrapped Shen Qingxi up and leapt skyward.
Whew... trouble’s finally gone.
Wang Yunxiao breathed a sigh of relief. Frankly, he didn’t know why the Special Service Bureau insisted on inserting Shen Qingxi into this team—they probably had their reasons. Since they hadn’t told him... it was better not to ask; he didn’t have time to deal with her.
Next up was handling the Navy.
Nearing the evening, the Marine Corps finally returned from outside.
Their main forces had already gone back to the Real World; those who stayed were still under Company Commander Xu’s command, supplemented by some additional troops.
The Dragon Worship Church needed suppressing, and smuggling ships needed captured. Even though priorities were clear, the Navy wasn’t going to forget the existence of that smuggling ship.
Eradicating evil entirely had always been the Navy’s working principle.
Just as Wang Yunxiao was finishing hanging the sign for the little courtyard, Company Commander Xu and the unit’s instructor walked in together.
The two middle-aged men grinned, their eyes full of untold stories—making Wang Yunxiao deeply uncomfortable.
