Chapter 142

Wang Chen talked and pleaded until Yuanyuan finally gathered all the Vermilion Fruits back into its Storage Bag.

The Vermilion Fruits that Old Turtle had gifted the little guy were one hundred percent top-notch goods.

One whiff was refreshing, and to eat one would be incredible!

Wang Chen believed that these Vermilion Fruits would surely be greatly beneficial to his cultivation.

But at the same time, he also felt

that Yuanyuan might need them even more than he did!

The little fellow had eaten so much Monster Beast meat, three or four meals a day, each meal three to five catties.

Yet so far, there had been no change in its size.

Perhaps these Vermilion Fruits could help it grow quickly.

That made Wang Chen even more reluctant to take them!

He boarded the flying boat again and continued on his journey.

Upon arriving in Cloud Mountain City, Wang Chen met with Wei Xiong again in a tavern.

“Brother Wei, sorry to have kept you waiting!”

In the private room, he smiled and asked, “How have you been recently?”

Because he would often stay at home to cultivate in seclusion and never involve himself in the sect’s disputes,

Wang Chen had very few friends within the Cloud Sun Sect.

Wei Xiong was not only his ally but also a truly trustworthy friend!

And this tavern was a place where the two often met.

After Wang Chen had sent a Crane Message to Wei Xiong, the latter had booked a private room early and waited for his arrival.

“Getting by, I suppose,”

Wei Xiong let out a hearty laugh, grabbed the wine jug, and poured Wang Chen a cup of rice wine, “Come, let’s drink!”

Their relationship had reached a point where formalities were no longer necessary.

In fact, Wang Chen didn’t have any particular important matters to discuss with Wei Xiong today.

It was mainly to reminisce and chat.

Cultivators are mortals too, and until they reach a truly transcendent state, they always need to communicate with others.

Wang Chen had been cultivating in seclusion at home for some time.

Occasionally coming out to relax wasn’t a bad thing either.

He could endure the monotony and boredom of cultivation, but there was no need for him to be an ascetic cultivator.

Balance is indeed a part of the way of cultivation!

As they chatted, Wei Xiong took the initiative to bring up his sister Wei Lian.

He shared some good news with Wang Chen.

Wei Lian had advanced to the Innate level!

Next, after solidifying her realm, she would start attempting Qi Introduction to become a genuine cultivator.

Upon hearing the news,

Wang Chen genuinely felt happy for the siblings.

Wang Chen knew quite early on that Wei Xiong had always wanted to put Wei Lian on the path of cultivation.

For this, he was willing to sacrifice his own life!

Wei Lian not only had all five elements, but she also had a rather good Root Bone.

With her Innate cultivation as a foundation, she should face no significant issues completing Qi Introduction.

If she could get a Foundation Establishment Pill on top of that, the chance of success would be nearly one hundred percent.

As a maid to Xie Yaoxiu, one of the Heaven Cloud Seven Beauties, how could she possibly not obtain a mere Foundation Establishment Pill?

So, he congratulated Wei Xiong in advance for his wish being fulfilled.

The two of them talked and drank merrily until 13 p.m. when they dispersed contentedly.

When parting, Wang Chen gave Wei Xiong an Essence Blood Storage Talisman.

The Essence Blood Talisman could be activated with fresh blood.

Although it wasn’t as good as a true Magical Talisman, mortals could use it.

And within this Storage Talisman Wang Chen had offered were two hundred catties of fragrant pears from his own production.

He planned to send Wei Xiong some Black Sesame Rice and Yellow Sorghum Rice after the Spirit Valley ripened.

These two types of Spirit Rice were greatly beneficial to cultivation, their effects even stronger than White Jade Rice.

Then he visited the Outer Sect’s Punishment Hall and also gave Cao Xiu, Senior Brother Cao, several hundred catties of the same fragrant pears.

They weren’t worth much, but it was the thought that counted.

After making rounds through Cloud Mountain City, Wang Chen returned to his estate on Sunset Peak.

But as he was about to land, he saw someone clearing land very close to his own Spirit Fields!

Wang Chen was surprised.

Because although the manor allocated to him was close to Sunset Peak, its location was actually quite remote.

The nearest neighbor to Wang Chen was also more than three miles away.

Yet this sudden settler had cleared out a field that was basically right next to his Spirit Fields.

After some thought, Wang Chen descended about a hundred steps away.

Then he walked over to check things out.

No matter who the person was, reason and sentiment demanded that he ask them—it was the only way he could be at ease!

The settler was a young cultivator, with a Jade Token hanging at his waist that represented the status of an Inner Sect Disciple.

He certainly noticed Wang Chen’s arrival too, holding his hoe with a wary expression on his face.

“Sunset Peak’s Wang Chen greets Senior Brother.”

Wang Chen stopped about twenty steps away from the other, saluted with his hands clasped before him, “May I ask for Senior Brother’s esteemed name?”

Seeing Wang Chen’s courteous and measured approach, the young cultivator’s eyes showed a slight reduction in their wariness, yet his attitude remained icy, “Sunset Peak’s Zhao Huaian.”

Zhao Huaian?

Wang Chen felt that the name was very familiar, as if he had heard someone mention it.

The next moment, he suddenly recalled and blurted out, “Are you the Loose Cultivator Zhao Huaian who once halted a True Person’s ceremonial procession and risked your life to appeal for help?”

Wang Chen had been at the scene that day.

It was just that he had been a bit far from the city gate at the time, and the place was crowded with people, so he only heard Zhao Huaian’s voice and never saw his true face.

Now he had recognized him.

Zhao Huaian had a rather handsome face with sharp features giving off a resolute air.

But a scar at the corner of his left eye somewhat diminished his good looks.

The young cultivator answered indifferently, “That’s right, I am that Loose Cultivator Zhao Huaian!”

“Sorry.”

Wang Chen instantly realized that he had said something wrong—the person was now an Inner Sect Disciple just like himself!

Wang Chen hadn’t expected that this Zhao Huaian was also a disciple of Sunset Peak.

Speaking of which, the other could once have been considered a main character!

A small Loose Cultivator from the Outer Domain, audaciously exposing a major case of people-hunting to a Golden Core True Person, causing a major cleansing of the Cloud Sun Sect’s Outer Sect, the entire layout of Cloud Mountain City had been changed because of it.

Some said Zhao Huaian was just a small pawn used by the Sect Leader Ji Guantao to clean house.

But it was an undeniable fact that this Outer Domain Loose Cultivator’s reputation soared.

Moreover, he had been rewarded with an immediate promotion to the Inner Sect and received the treatment of a True Disciple.

Is the treatment of a True Disciple to cultivate land?

Wang Chen wondered to himself.

“It’s okay.”

Zhao Huaian asked with an expressionless face, “Junior Brother Wang, is there anything else?”

Wang Chen shook his head and said, “Senior Brother Zhao, I live over there, feel free to visit my house sometime.”

With that, Wang Chen pointed to his house.

Zhao Huaian: “Hmm.”

Zhao Huaian’s cold and hard attitude made Wang Chen feel somewhat displeased inside.

He hadn’t eaten the other’s rice, was a stranger without any hatred or grievances, so who deserved that kind of look?

He’d better keep his distance in the future!

Wang Chen felt that this guy was likely to be a troublesome character.

And he had just set up next to his home.

It was aggravating.

Originally, Wang Chen had been planning to ask if the other needed any help—after all, a distant relative is not as good as a nearby neighbor.

But the words he wanted to say were all swallowed back down.

After returning home, Wang Chen suddenly thought of a problem.

It was already past the sowing season.

This season’s rice was almost ripe, so what was Zhao Huaian still tilling in the Spirit Fields for?

Even if he wanted to plant rice, he would have to wait until next spring!

Could it be he wants to plant vegetables?

Would the Miscellaneous Affairs Hall agree?

Forget it.

Wang Chen rubbed his chin, too lazy to think about the other’s issues.

The next moment, he was distracted by the five Vermilion Fruits that had appeared on the table.

Wang Chen couldn’t help but touch the Spirit Beast Pouch hanging from his waist.

Yuanyuan had slipped away at some point!

Looking at these Vermilion Fruits, Wang Chen felt both amused and touched.

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Here’s the third update.