txolops Chapter 688 Rest and Recuperation! The 8th Elder Has Come to Visit!
Chapter 688 Rest and Recuperation! The 8th Elder Has Come to Visit!
Back to the mansion.
Chen Fan didn't rush to meditate and cultivate. Perhaps it was because he had drunk a few more cups of spiritual wine that he felt a sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a complex feeling of mixed emotions or reflections).
It has been several years since I left the sealed land of Yu the Great's Wilderness.
He went from a Nascent Soul cultivator who had just escaped from the sealed land to the mid-stage of the Divine Transformation realm. During this time, he entered the Boundless Sea, ventured into Demon Abyss Island, participated in the Hundred Sects Conference, lived in a grassland tribe, killed Li Jiuyuan, fought Song Tianren, hid from Wang Zhenyue, carved stones, and even named a grassland baby girl named Qiqige.
From a prisoner who was hunted down with nowhere to go, to a Nascent Soul cultivator whom even the Gu King had to win over three times, this path has truly not been easy.
Fortunately, everything is moving in the direction Chen Fan wants.
He has obtained the teleportation array token and will be able to leave Tiannan Star in three days. At that time, he will travel from Daqin to the Cultivation Alliance to find the Reincarnation Mirror.
Thinking of all this, Chen Fan couldn't help but think of Tianxiangzi.
He hadn't seen it for a long time since sealing it away deep in the Golden Bowl Wasteland.
It's not that he forgot, but that he didn't want to look.
Chen Fan felt a deep sadness as long as he failed to revive the creature.
Now he is one step closer to reviving her, and it seems that the hardships and storms of the past few years are nothing to him!
Then, Chen Fan took the token out of his sleeve, examined it on his lap for a moment, and then put it back. He did not continue meditating, but with a thought, he disappeared from the main hall.
Within the Golden Bowl World, three hundred acres of spiritual fields surge with layers of green waves in the eternal spring light.
The rice has already sprouted and blossomed, filling the air with a sweet fragrance. The dragon beard fruit tree has grown much taller, its canopy spreading out to provide shade covering an area of about half an acre.
Black Emperor was dozing under the tree. After breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage, he had grown even larger, looking like a small black mountain from a distance. His snoring made the grass on the ground tremble.
In the distance, Black Wind was stealing radishes from the field, and the few handymen disciples who saw it turned a blind eye.
Shi San and Xiao Die continued to patrol the field as always.
Even Eunuch Wei was squatting on the edge of the field, checking the growth of a radish.
After more than twenty years, his cultivation had stabilized at the mid-Nascent Soul stage, and his aura was much more refined than before.
Eunuch Wei was wearing a worn-out blue cloth robe with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His hands were covered in mud, and he had a blade of grass between his teeth. He squinted as he examined the veins on the radish leaves.
Hearing footsteps behind him, he turned around in surprise and said, "Oh, you've finally shown up. For decades, we thought something had happened."
One year inside the bowl is equivalent to ten years outside.
During the two years that Chen Fan broke through to the Nascent Soul stage, he rarely went to the bowl.
He ignored his gossiping and walked to the edge of the field, squatted down, and looked at the radish. The radish's leaves were lush and green, and its stem had already pushed halfway out of the soil, looking plump and white, which was quite pleasing to the eye.
He poked the radish with his finger and said casually, "It's growing well."
"Of course." Eunuch Wei stood up, dusted the mud off his hands, glanced at Chen Fan a few times, and suddenly narrowed his eyes, "You've broken through?"
Chen Fan nodded.
After a moment of silence, Eunuch Wei spat the grass stalk he was holding in his mouth onto the ground, unusually without any sarcastic remarks!
He looked Chen Fan up and down for a while, then suddenly clicked his tongue, a click that carried an indescribable emotion.
"With your cultivation level, I'm afraid we can't even catch up to you." Eunuch Wei turned around to continue examining his radish. "But it doesn't matter. The stronger Eunuch Chen is, the safer we are."
Chen Fan didn't reply, but simply shook his head slightly.
He took out several storage rings from his storage bag and handed them to Eunuch Wei: "These are some things I've accumulated on the grasslands over the past two years. Gu worm materials, Gu cultivation techniques, several Nascent Soul level Gu artifacts, and a batch of spiritual herb seeds unique to the grasslands. Please keep them organized."
Eunuch Wei took the storage ring, scanned it with his divine sense, and raised an eyebrow slightly: "Quite a few things, and their combined value is not low. What have you been doing these past two years? Why are you acting like a Gu cultivator dealer?"
"It's a long story." Chen Fan didn't explain further and turned to walk towards the courtyard.
After sitting down at the stone table in the courtyard, he poured himself a cup of spiritual tea.
Looking at the lush and verdant spiritual field before him, and at Eunuch Wei and the others shouting "Black Wind!" on the ridge, the complex emotions he felt before his departure gradually subsided.
Then Chen Fan spent a day packing up all the sweet potatoes, spirit rice, radishes, and other ingredients in the bowl and taking them away.
The inventory of nearly twenty years has exhausted him!
……
The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, Chen Fan got up.
He sat cross-legged in the main hall for a while, and took the opportunity to sort and organize the twenty-year-old spirit rice, sweet potatoes, radishes and other items that he had collected in the golden bowl space yesterday.
It should be noted that the spiritual fields in the Golden Bowl Space produce more and more each year, and the inventory of twenty years is piled up like a mountain. The sweet potatoes alone have filled more than a dozen storage bags.
Fortunately, Eunuch Wei has managed the warehouse very well over the years, filing and storing everything according to grade and type, which has saved him a lot of trouble.
Just as he put the last storage bag into his sleeve, there was a rapid knocking at the door outside the mansion.
Chen Fan scanned the area with his divine sense, and his eyebrows twitched slightly.
The newcomer was Manager Wu of the Imperial City branch of Baicaotang, followed by another person. The man had white hair and beard, a thin face, and wore a dark green elder's robe with Baicaotang's unique spiritual herb emblem embroidered on the hem. He was at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm and was the eighteenth elder of Baicaotang.
Two years had passed, and the Eighteenth Elder's aura had become even more profound than before, but he could not hide the eagerness on his face.
Chen Fan got up and opened the door. Manager Wu bowed first and said, "Elder Chen, the Eighteenth Elder heard that you had returned and rushed over from the branch before dawn, saying that he had urgent business to discuss with you."
The eighteenth elder waved his hand, signaling Manager Wu to step back. He then stepped forward and bowed to Chen Fan, saying, "Elder Chen, please forgive my intrusion. It is truly an urgent matter that compelled me to come."
Chen Fan stepped aside to let him into the main hall, and the two sat down on either side of a low table.
Chen Fan poured him a cup of spiritual tea and said calmly, "Elder Eighteen, please speak freely."
The eighteenth elder picked up his teacup but didn't drink it. He put it down and sighed, a hint of embarrassment on his old face: "Elder Chen, to be honest, the sacred beast has run out of food again."
Chen Fan paused slightly in the hand holding the teacup.
Seeing this, the Eighteenth Elder quickly explained, "In the two years you've been missing, Hundred Herbs Hall has been scrambling to acquire spiritual plants, barely managing to stay afloat for a while. But you know the sacred beast's appetite; ordinary spiritual plants are simply unpalatable to it. It will only eat your sweet potatoes and radishes. In the past year or so, the sacred beast has gone on hunger strikes several times, each time only managing a few bites when it's absolutely starving. It's become much thinner than when you were here. A few days ago, I heard you were back, so I rushed over from the main branch overnight. Elder Chen, do you still have any of those sweet potatoes and radishes in stock? The price is negotiable; 30% more than before is fine!"