315: Chapter 315 Arrival in the Western Regions, Old Tales of the Fox Clan

When Chu Sheng woke up again, he did not know how much time had passed.

The light outside the window changed from bright to dim, and from dim to bright, over and over again, as if reminding him of the passage of time.

His body was better than before, his Spiritual Qi had recovered by twenty or thirty percent, and he could at least sit up.

He propped himself up against the edge of the bed and looked around.

It was no longer that exquisite room; instead, there was a carved wooden bed, soft brocade quilts, and the Spirit Medicine on the windowsill had been replaced, its fragrance a bit lighter.

The middle-aged woman pushed the door open and entered, carrying a steaming bowl of soup in her hands.

Seeing that Chu Sheng had woken up, a look of relief appeared on her face.

"Young Master, you are awake."

She walked over quickly and placed the soup on the table, "You have been asleep for three months."

Chu Sheng was stunned for a moment. Three months? He had slept for three months in one go?

The middle-aged woman brought the soup bowl in front of him, her tone carrying a hint of ingratiation, "This was ordered by the Master; it is a nourishing soup brewed with ninth-grade Spirit Medicine, which has miraculous effects on recovering Spiritual Qi."

Chu Sheng took the soup bowl and took a sip.

The soup was rich and carried a medicinal fragrance. After entering his throat, it turned into warm energy that flowed into his Dantian, soothing his parched Meridians.

They really spent a fortune.

He did not rush to speak, but instead took a look at this middle-aged woman.

When he was weak before, he hadn't paid much attention, but now looking closely, her cultivation was at the Late Stage of Yuanshen, her Aura was steady, and her face was kind.

"What is your name?" Chu Sheng asked.

The middle-aged woman bowed slightly, "This old servant is Tu Niang. I watched the Master grow up, and I also hold the duty of a protector."

Her tone was very humble, but Chu Sheng understood the underlying meaning.

She was Wan Jiuer's confidante, and also her eyes.

Chu Sheng thought to himself: Calling it care, in reality, it also had the implication of half-surveillance. However, she did it very well and did not make one feel the discomfort of being monitored.

"Where is Jiuer now?" Chu Sheng asked.

Tu Niang replied, "The Master is currently in the main hall handling clan affairs. If Young Master wishes to see her, this old servant can lead the way."

Chu Sheng was not in a hurry to go.

He finished the bowl of soup, meditated to regulate his breathing for half a day, and waited until his Spiritual Qi had recovered to about fifty percent before walking out of the room.

Tu Niang followed behind him, neither too far nor too close, neither appearing urgent nor relaxed.

This place was called Guanyue Abyss, and the scenery was better than he had imagined.

Rolling mountains, emerald green trees, pale purple wildflowers, and a clear stream at the foot of the mountain.

In the distance, that huge abyss had clouds and mist rising, glistening with a pale purple light under the sunlight.

Tu Niang followed by his side, occasionally saying a few words, "This place was originally a stronghold established by a branch of the Fox Clan with less pure Bloodline; the location is remote, and the Spiritual Qi is not top-tier. But now that Qingqiu has been destroyed, this place has instead become the last Foundation of the Fox Clan."

Chu Sheng nodded and did not ask further.

He walked along the corridor, passed through several covered walkways, and arrived in front of a main hall.

The hall doors were open, and sounds came from inside.

Chu Sheng stopped his footsteps and did not go in.

He stood at the entrance and saw Wan Jiuer.

She sat in the main seat of the hall, her posture composed, but her Aura was sharp.

Her face was still so young, but her temperament had completely changed.

She was no longer a weak and helpless young girl, but a true Demon King holding power.

Her cultivation had already stabilized at the Early Stage of the Tongxuan Realm, her Aura calm as a mountain, suppressing the Elders in the hall so much that they dared not even breathe loudly.

Chu Sheng swept a glance at the situation in the hall and understood the situation in his mind.

Seven or eight Elders stood in the hall, their cultivation levels uneven, but generally not low.

Among them, two were in the Daocheng Realm, senile and decrepit, looking older than Wan Jiuer's parents.

There were also five or six in the Yun Shen Realm, all veterans of the Fox Clan.

But at this moment, these Elders, who were older than Wan Jiuer's parents, were all lowering their heads and shrinking their shoulders, like juniors who had made a mistake.

One of the Daocheng Realm Elders was reporting on clan affairs, his voice getting smaller and more trembling as he spoke, until finally, he couldn't even speak clearly.

Wan Jiuer just sat there, occasionally saying "Hmm," and the old Elder's legs would go weak.

This Aura was no worse than those old Demon Kings who had accumulated prestige for thousands of years.

Wan Jiuer seemed to sense his gaze, raised her head, and looked towards the entrance.

Their gazes collided in mid-air.

She did not speak, just nodded slightly.

The meaning seemed to be, I will come to find you when I am done.

Chu Sheng also did not speak and turned to leave.

His current state was not suitable for discussing anything.

Next, Chu Sheng began to actively understand the landscape of the Western Regions.

He did not ask Wan Jiuer, but instead inquired from Tu Niang and other members of the Fox Clan.

The distribution of forces in the Western Regions was much more complex than he had imagined.

One Venerable, Four Kings, Twelve Clans.

One Venerable, that is the old Dragon, the Western Region Demon Venerable, who has lived for ten thousand years, with unfathomable cultivation.

The Four Kings are the Phoenix King, Roc King, Tiger King, and Snake King. The four great Demon Kings are all above the Divine Ability Realm, each leading a force.

The Twelve Clans include the Wolf Clan, Bear Clan, Deer Clan, Leopard Clan, etc.

The Fox Clan was once one of the Twelve Clans, and even ranked near the front.

But after that internal strife, the Fox Clan was removed from the list.

Now, there is no place for the Fox Clan on the list of the Twelve Clans.

What Wan Jiuer wants to do is not just revenge, but to restore the glory of the Fox Clan.

This is not an easy task.

But with her cultivation in the Divine Ability Realm, if she only wanted to squeeze back into the Twelve Clans, it would not be difficult.

Her ambition does not stop there.

She wants the Fox Clan to stand at the top of the Western Regions again.

She also wants to take revenge on those involved.

Chu Sheng felt a stir in his heart upon hearing this.

That old Dragon was the mastermind who set the trap to imprison the Giant Flood Dragon and was suspected of slaughtering the Fox Clan.

Wan Jiuer and that old Dragon have an irreconcilable feud.

Her path is still very long.

Chu Sheng did not ask any more.

He knew that the waters of the Western Regions were very deep.

Besides the visible One Venerable, Four Kings, and Twelve Clans, there were many reclusive old monsters who did not interfere in worldly affairs but possessed terrifying strength.

He did not want to get involved.

He only wanted to get back his Magical Artifact and then find a place to Cultivate properly.

But Wan Jiuer clearly had no intention of letting him go.

Her attitude was very clear: he could move freely in Guanyue Abyss, but he shouldn't think about leaving.

Was he half-imprisoned?

Not necessarily.

If he wanted to leave, he could actually leave at any time.

But after he left, where could he go?

The Northern Regions were too far, he couldn't go back to the Central Regions, and he was unfamiliar with the Western Regions.

Moreover, his four swords of zhuxian and sea-suppressing cauldron were still in Wan Jiuer's hands.

He could not leave empty-handed.

At least, not for now.

Chu Sheng did not rush to fall out with her.

He knew that in his current state, falling out would be useless.

He needed to recover his cultivation, needed to find a way to get back his Magical Artifact, and needed to wait for the right opportunity.

Tu Niang delivered Spirit Medicine and nourishing soup on time every day, never rushing him, and never asking when he would leave.

But Chu Sheng could feel that outside that door, there was always a pair of eyes watching him.

However, Tu Niang did it very well, not making him feel the discomfort of being monitored.

Chu Sheng sat by the window, looking at the abyss in the distance shrouded in clouds and mist, and remained silent for a long time.

He was thinking about how he had reached this point.

From a servant who wasn't even at Qi Induction, to the Daocheng Realm, and then being used as a Cauldron by others.

His path had never been smooth.

But he had never given up.

This time, he wouldn't either.

He took a deep breath, closed the window, turned back to the bed, sat cross-legged, and continued to regulate his breathing.

He needed to recover his cultivation as soon as possible.

Then, he needed to get back what belonged to him.

He still needed to go back, return to the Northern Regions, and return to the side of his Dao Companion and children.