Yang Fan had been researching the Blood Lock and the "Qing yang Book" all morning, when he suddenly heard the joyful cries of children.

He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and glanced outside, seeing two little boys playing in the backyard of the villa in front.

He knew that these were a pair of twin boys from the neighboring house.

Due to the heavy snow, the backyard was covered with a thick layer of snow, and a snowman stood in the yard.

The two kids were not afraid of the cold and each held a toy wooden sword, playfully fighting.

"You giant spider monster, I'm going to use the Ghost Divine Whip to kill you!"

One little boy shouted, raising the wooden sword to slash at his brother in a faux attack.

The other boy protested, "I'm Mr. Ghost, you're the giant spider monster."

Yang Fan was both amused and exasperated hearing this.

What in the world is this?

What is the Ghost Divine Whip anyway?

He could tell that these two brothers had watched the live stream and seen the power of the Great Xia Ghost, which inspired them to play the role-playing game.

The so-called "Ghost Divine Whip" was likely what some people were calling it after he had swung the Elemental Whip and carved out a nearly one-kilometer trench in the sea.

Yang Fan watched the twins play, quietly muttering, "Why aren't you playing games at home? Why play house like this?"

He suddenly realized that behind this boisterous behavior was a reflection of changing times.

His father's childhood was during a time of material scarcity, and the most popular games among boys were precisely these kinds of role-playing games.

His own childhood was during the period when Great Xia gradually became affluent, and children had richer and more diverse entertainment options like cartoons, video games, toys, and so forth, and didn't play house anymore.

Kids nowadays are different again.

They have encountered a never-before-seen upheaval, with society re-entering a period of material scarcity.

With the rise of supernatural powers, children inherently have a yearning for strength, so they're playing house again.

Yang Fan had a revelation: "For those of us from this generation, growing up in a time without supernatural powers, there's always a sense of unfamiliarity when facing supernatural powers.

"For the next generation, who will be exposed to supernatural powers from a young age, they truly embrace this new era."

He naturally came to an understanding: "The mission of our generation is to pave the way with blood for the next generation.

"When the next generation on Canglan Star grows up, it will be the true rise of Canglan Civilization."

A few seconds passed.

A woman's voice called from the villa in front: "Wen Qian, Wenxiang, stop playing and come back for lunch!"

The two boys responded and, carrying their wooden swords, dashed toward the villa's back door, disappearing into the backyard.

"Woo~"

The cold wind swept across.

Snowflakes fluttered down, landing on the snowman.

The community broadcast punctually sounded its noon report: "Good afternoon, citizens! According to the national meteorological station's forecast, due to the impact of extreme cold waves, the temperature nationwide will further drop in the coming week, so please make sure to prepare for warmth and cold protection.

"In response to consecutive days of snowfall, the city hall calls on communities to organize residents to regularly clear the snow within the community to prevent residents from slipping and falling, ensuring the safety of all community residents."

Yang Fan thought for a moment and shouted, "Wang Zai, go to the tool shed and bring me an iron shovel."

He wasn't particularly hungry at the moment and decided not to have lunch yet, opting instead to shovel snow off the road for a while.

He's the globally renowned Great Xia Ghost, but also an ordinary resident of Lushan Prefecture.

As a member of the community, he ought to contribute to it.

Soon.

Yang Fan, wearing a down jacket, hat, and gloves, carrying an iron shovel, stepped out of his house and began to methodically shovel the snow.

The Great Xia dog, Wang Zai, accompanied him, happily wagging its tail and using its paws to dig at the snow.

And surprisingly, even though it wasn't using power, the two dog legs were digging quite quickly.

*

Inside the villa in front.

A family of six was dining in the dining room.

In addition to the twins, there were their parents and grandparents.

Although families living in villa districts are generally quite affluent, due to limited material supply, this family's living standard had declined significantly.

The ration system implemented by Great Xia determines quotas based on citizens' contributions.

If just having money without much contribution to society, the quota remains the same as everyone else's.

If one wants to live slightly better, they can only buy high-priced goods on the black market.

And this family was currently in such a situation.

The mother of the two boys complained resentfully: "Now the cold wave has arrived, black market prices are expected to rise again."

The grandmother also grumbled: "Having money but not being allowed to buy things, what the officials are doing is really too much!"

However, the father spoke up in fairness: "Alright, alright, if the officials don't impose restrictions, all the goods will be bought up by the rich, and our family, which isn't extremely wealthy, wouldn't be able to buy much either."

The mother retorted, "So you're happy buying high-priced goods all the time?"

The grandfather "coughed" and said, "Enough, let's eat before the food gets cold."

The argument then subsided.

At that moment.

The family caught sight of a man and a dog diligently shoveling snow through the large floor-to-ceiling window in the dining room.

"Mom, there's a dog over there!"

That's a little boy talking.

"That dog is really interesting!"

That's the father's comment.

Wang Zai was digging quite skillfully, scraping the snow to the side of the road with a swipe of its paw, sparing its owner the trouble of shoveling snow.

"Is that guy out of his mind? Shoveling snow instead of having lunch."

That's the mother's statement.

"This young man seems to be something special; I've seen a new agricultural company's car pick him up several times this morning, and the female driver is extraordinarily beautiful."

That's what the grandmother said.

Ling Shuiling, the female secretary evidently left a deep impression on her.

The mother was slightly targeted, so she obediently closed her mouth.

"The company is called Celestial Star Agricultural Company; I saw Celestial Star Company deliver quite a bit of material to this young man last time."

That's the grandfather added.

The family had different reactions, and what each person said deeply reflected their psychological state.

This is a very interesting phenomenon.

Grandma thought for a moment and suddenly said, "After lunch, old man, you and Hua Yu can shovel snow together."

Grandpa nodded: "Alright!"

Dad hesitated a bit: "I want to play with the two kids."

Grandpa glared at his son: "If I tell you to go, you go!"

Dad glanced at the silhouettes on the road outside the window and suddenly realized: "Okay, okay, I'll go!"

He already understood that shoveling snow was just a means to build a relationship with the young man living next door.

*

On the street.

Yang Fan had sensed the neighbor's curious gaze long ago.

"Woof!"

Wangzai barked.

It was saying: Master, someone is discussing you.

Yang Fan shook his head helplessly and muttered quietly: "Living in a villa area is not peaceful after all."

He didn't like the way this family was behaving and planned to stop them.

The dog could hear clearly, so naturally, he knew this family seemed to be targeting him.

But this was not surprising.

With a certain level of fame, all sorts of troubles are inevitable, being sought after by interested parties is quite normal.

"Crunch!"

Yang Fan shoveled a spadeful of snow and whispered: "The 'Qing yang Book' records a kind of Spirit Secret Technique.

"Although only the Qing yang Demon Bloodline can use it, it seems like I can modify it for my use."

Relying on the miraculous Life Decree, he felt he could simulate the Demon Bloodline.

This whole morning.

The Iron Pen revealed a lot of content, some of which opened his eyes, while others provided him with great inspiration.

He strongly felt that the biggest gain from killing Demon Monster Wan Shan was not the Superpower or Spiritual Source Value, but this Demonic Monster Scriptures.

Yang Fan stopped his iron spade, his head slightly lowered, and his eyes became a bit profound: "Perhaps I can do this."

His words had just fallen.

Wangzai's body stiffened.

It clearly sensed an extremely sinister aura suddenly emanating from its owner's body.

This dog instinctively looked up at its owner and was immediately startled.

Yang Fan's pupils had bizarrely turned into vertical slits, and his cheeks faintly showed dark green patterns.

Oh my!

Scared the dog to death!

Wangzai stood in place, thinking about how to save its owner.

It had recently watched many online videos and seen many strange things, suspecting that its owner might be bewitched.

After two seconds.

Yang Fan glanced at that family and, in a peculiarly strange tone, uttered a word.

Wangzai heard this and its fur stood on end, feeling an urge to flee in panic.

Meanwhile.

A strange phenomenon occurred.

Within a ten-meter radius, every falling snowflake silently shattered.

It was as if some power had influenced the snowflakes.

But the anomaly lasted only for a moment.

No one noticed this scene.

Except for a dog.

*

Inside the villa ahead.

The family suddenly fell into a daze.

Holding their chopsticks, their right hands were suspended in the air, looking both eerie and amusing.

After a few seconds.

All six family members snapped back to reality and continued eating.

From their expressions, it seemed they hadn't realized the weird pause just now.

Shortly.

Lunch was over.

Grandma immediately shouted: "I'll wash the dishes, and then we'll play mahjong."

Grandpa was the first to respond: "Since it's snowing, there's nothing to do, so let's play."

Mom seemed to have a little craving for cards as well, and laughed upon hearing this: "Today I'm going to conquer the table!"

Only Dad was not very enthusiastic, as he preferred to play standalone games on the computer.

But he couldn't object, so reluctantly said "Oh."

The family had completely forgotten about what happened earlier.

*

On the street.

Yang Fan listened to the family's movements, his lips slightly curving upward: "The Demon Decree of the Qing yang Race seems quite useful."

At this point, his body's anomaly had completely disappeared.

"Woof!"

Wangzai barked worriedly.

It kept feeling that what happened to its owner seemed not to be a good thing.

Just then.

The Iron Pen suddenly spoke: "Mr. Ghost, you shouldn't simulate the power of the Demon Bloodline."

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