210: Chapter 210 I am Chu Sheng, I'm back

Chu Sheng turned to leave the Secret Realm, but suddenly stopped.

Those Heaven And Earth Treasure were piled on both sides of the stone hall; dragon saliva fruit, phoenix blood vine... each one taken out would be enough for a Loose Cultivator to live on for a lifetime.

And they just lay on the ground, gathering dust, like unwanted trash.

He looked back at the man on the stone chair.

The man was still sleeping, that trace of a smile hanging on the corners of his mouth, his breathing steady, his eyelashes not even trembling.

Chu Sheng hesitated for a moment.

Then he walked back, squatted down, and reached out to pick up the purple gold ganoderma closest to him.

The purple gold ganoderma was large, the size of a bowl, entirely purple, with golden patterns slowly circulating on its surface.

He had seen this kind of purple gold ganoderma in an ancient book—a seventh-tier Spirit Medicine, which could extend one's life by one hundred years when refined into a Medicinal Pill and consumed.

The purple gold ganoderma was lifted from the ground.

The man on the stone chair did not react.

Chu Sheng then picked up a ten-thousand-year-old black ginseng, human-shaped, with clear facial features, like a tiny baby.

If this thing were outside, it would be enough to trigger a slaughter among Spirit Sea Realm Cultivators.

He stuffed it into his Storage Pouch.

The man still did not react.

Chu Sheng's courage grew.

He began to frantically stuff things into his Storage Pouch—dragon saliva fruit, phoenix blood vine, nine-leaf green lotus, crimson flame vermillion fruit...

Regardless of whether he recognized them or not, he grabbed whatever had rich spiritual light, and threw it into his Storage Pouch as soon as he grabbed it.

His movements were as fast as grabbing discounted vegetables at a market, as if they didn't cost a cent.

Old Grandfather was snoring in the ring, sleeping like a dead pig.

No one reminded him, no one stopped him; alone in this huge stone hall, facing a sleeping Demon Lord, he was like a mouse that had fallen into a rice jar, so happy he was about to faint.

The man on the stone chair turned over.

Chu Sheng's movements froze for a second.

The man mumbled something, buried his face in the fur, and continued to sleep.

Chu Sheng breathed a sigh of relief and continued moving.

He didn't know how long he had been moving things.

His Storage Pouch was almost full, and the small mounds on both sides of the stone hall were noticeably lower.

He stood up, caught his breath, looked down at the full Storage Pouch, and the corners of his mouth curled up to his ears.

This trip, even without going to the Sealed Land, was worth it.

But he was not satisfied.

He sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began to absorb the Spiritual Vein.

The Luck of Wendao Palace slowly rose from deep underground, flowed through the Spiritual Vein nodes of the Third Peak, and entered his Dantian.

He originally didn't want to absorb it here; Sloth was lying right beside him, what if he woke up?

But when he was moving things earlier, he discovered that the Spiritual Qi concentration of the Third Peak was ridiculously high, several times higher than at the Mine Tunnel.

Chu Sheng adjusted the absorption rate to a very low level and began to secretly absorb it.

The Luck of Wendao Palace flowed into his Dantian like a small golden stream, was refined by the first three layers of the Taixu Inheritance Cultivation Technique, and turned into cultivation reserves for the Mid-stage Palace Building.

The man on the stone chair turned over.

He turned over again.

Chu Sheng did not stop.

He didn't know how long he had been absorbing it; sleepiness became increasingly intense, his eyelids heavier and heavier, but he gritted his teeth and continued.

Absorb a little more, just a little more, and he could Cultivate for a few months less when he returned to the Northern Region.

Just as he was preparing to stop, the eyelids of that man on the stone chair moved.

A lazy aura permeated from the man, and the temperature of the entire stone hall dropped by several degrees.

Chu Sheng felt his Heavenly Demon Body resonating; that lazy power, as if it wanted to drag people into dreamland, surged in like a tide.

He bit the tip of his tongue, forced himself to stand up, and took a few steps back.

The man's mouth twitched.

It wasn't a smile, but a kind of impatient irritability, like being woken up by a mosquito.

"Hmm..." The man stretched.

His fingers moved, and Chu Sheng felt the surrounding space distort, as if an invisible hand had lightly flicked him.

The hair on Chu Sheng's back stood up; he knew that Sloth had discovered him.

He hadn't discovered that he was moving things, but that he was absorbing the Spiritual Vein.

Moving things could be ignored; after all, those things probably seemed like dust to him.

But absorbing the Spiritual Vein was different.

The Spiritual Vein of Wendao Palace was the Sect's Foundation, and Sloth was the Peak Master of the Third Peak, an Old Ancestor level figure of Wendao Palace.

The man opened one eye.

That eye was amber, with a vertical pupil, like a snake, like a cat, like some kind of non-human thing.

He looked at Chu Sheng, his gaze lazy, as if looking at an ant that had accidentally crawled onto his pillow.

Chu Sheng stood in place, not moving.

He didn't run; it wasn't that he didn't want to run, but in front of such a monster, running or not running made no difference.

The man's gaze slid from Chu Sheng to the Storage Pouch, and then from the Storage Pouch to the small mounds on both sides of the stone hall that were now a layer lower.

He was silent for three breaths.

Then he closed his eyes, turned over, buried his face in the fur, and mumbled: "...Annoying."

Chu Sheng did a divination, lucky.

Chu Sheng was stunned in place for several seconds.

Annoying? That's it?

You're not chasing? Not killing? Not taking back my Storage Pouch?

The man's breathing became steady again, as if nothing had happened.

Chu Sheng tentatively took a step back.

The man didn't move.

He took another step back.

He turned around and walked towards the entrance of the stone hall.

He didn't walk fast, but every step was steady.

The man behind him didn't move; the child beside the stone chair was still sleeping, the boy's drool already flowing onto the ground.

Chu Sheng walked to the door and pushed it open.

The moonlight from outside shone in, landing on the bluestone floor.

He stepped out, and the moment the door slowly closed behind him, Chu Sheng heard a very, very light sigh, lazy, like wind blowing through an empty room.

"Walked far away... too lazy to chase..."

Chu Sheng stood on the mountain path of the Third Peak, panting heavily.

His back was full of cold sweat, and his Dao robe was soaked through.

He looked down at the Storage Pouch in his hand, full and heavy.

He couldn't help but laugh, the laughter echoing on the empty mountain path, a bit eerie.

Old Grandfather was snoring in the ring.

Chu Sheng didn't wake him up; treading on the moonlight, he walked down the Third Peak step by step.

He returned to the bamboo house on the Sixth Peak and laid out the things from the Storage Pouch one by one.

purple gold ganoderma, dragon saliva fruit, phoenix blood vine, nine-leaf green lotus, crimson flame vermillion fruit...

They were spread all over the floor, and the Spiritual Qi was so dense that it was like a layer of fog in the bamboo house, even the window paper was puffed up by the Spiritual Qi.

Chu Sheng looked at the treasures on the floor, the corners of his mouth curled high.

He packed the things away again, sat on the bed, and began to calculate.

He should return to the Northern Region.

The matters at Wendao Palace were mostly done; he had devoured three layers of the Taixu Inheritance, refined four of the four swords of zhuxian, refined seventy percent of the wendao bell, and his cultivation had reached Mid-stage Palace Building.

Heavenly Sword Pavilion wanted to kill him, Feng Qingyang's lineage viewed him as an enemy, Ye Cang was polite but distant to him, and the Peak Masters of various peaks kept him at a respectful distance.

He had no Foundation here, no allies, no one he could truly rely on.

Tangtang protected him, but Tangtang couldn't go with him; she had to guard the Spiritual Vein.

If he stayed here, his cultivation would grow slowly, he would have to guard against assassinations by the Heavenly Sword Pavilion, and he would have to deal with the open and covert attacks from various peaks.

It wasn't worth it.

Chu Sheng stood up and began to pack his things.

Clothes, Medicinal Pill, Spirit Stone, Magic Treasure, and the Heaven And Earth Treasure swiped from Sloth, all stuffed into the Storage Pouch.

He glanced at the bamboo house; this room he had lived in for over half a year had a hole in the window paper, several patches of paint missing from the door panel, and the bed legs were still propped up with stones.

He smiled and turned away.

He first went to the Eighteenth Peak.

Yue Jianli stood at the Mountain Gate of Danxia Peak, her belly already very obvious.

She looked at Chu Sheng without speaking; in those cold, clear eyes, there was a kind of very calm tenderness, like lake water.

Chu Sheng said: "I am returning to the Northern Region. When the child is born, I will come to pick you up."

Yue Jianli nodded.

She fumbled in her sleeve for a while, took out a Jade Slip, and handed it to Chu Sheng.

Chu Sheng's Divine Sense probed inside; there were only two sentences inside—Safe journey. I will wait for you.

Chu Sheng put away the Jade Slip and reached out to ruffle Yue Jianli's hair.

Yue Jianli didn't dodge; she closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling.

He turned and left.

Behind him, Yue Jianli stood at the Mountain Gate, watching him disappear at the end of the mountain path.

The wind blew over, making her clothes flap loudly.

She put her hand on her belly, feeling the fetal movement inside, the corners of her mouth curling slightly.

Chu Sheng left Wendao Palace without alerting anyone.

He didn't go to find Ye Cang to say goodbye, didn't find Tangtang, and didn't go to say goodbye to Zhou Yuan, Zhao Qing, and the others.

He was just alone, walking past the Mountain Gate, through the teleportation array, and into the night.

Before leaving Wendao Palace, he looked back.

That wendao bell on Wendao Peak shimmered with a faint light under the moonlight, like a silent eye.

The wind blew through the mountains, and the wendao bell swayed gently.

Dang—a sound, long and clear, as if saying goodbye to someone.

Chu Sheng turned his head and walked into the teleportation array.

Carrying the Guest Elder token given by Wendao Palace at his waist.

A white light flashed, and his figure disappeared.

Northern Region.

He has returned.