Chapter 152
In the deep, secluded mountains, towering ancient trees can be seen everywhere, their roots twisted and reaching deep into the ground, surrounded by shimmering white clouds that seem to have a halo of light, both real and illusory.
This is the Spirit Vein Mountain of the Weapon Sect. It is said to be a top-grade spirit stone mine deep underground, which is coveted by many. For hundreds of years, thanks to the Weapon Sect, this mountain has been able to preserve its original appearance, with spiritual energy so rich that it can be transformed into spiritual threads.
Deep within the Spirit Vein Mountain, a slender figure sat cross-legged on a giant rock, enveloped in an oval-shaped spiritual cocoon by abundant spiritual energy. Unaware of this, she was completely absorbed in her cultivation. A small red-haired monkey was curled up on her lap, its eyes tightly closed, its breath barely perceptible.
"Third rank already, and only four months later." A long sigh broke the silence of the forest.
"Senior brother, we only took her skeleton, didn't we lose out? Who cultivates like her, using spiritual energy like it's free?" Yang Yan irritably ran his hands through his hair. Ever since Fu Le paid the price and entered their sect's mountain range, he had never left.
How can someone be so diligent? Master has scolded him hundreds of times because of his laziness in cultivation.
"I think you're just jealous of how hard-working others are!! You're lazy yourself, yet you complain about how hard-working others are. How ridiculous!" another clear female voice rebuked.
"Senior Sister, whose side are you on?! How could you talk about your junior brother like that?!"
"Shut up!! Spiritual energy is free, it's something you're born with. Besides, this was agreed upon by our master, they paid for it. Do you think you can just ask for a higher price and tarnish the reputation of my sect?!"
"Senior Brother, look at Senior Sister!!!"
"Shut up, focus your energy in your dantian, and start cultivating!!!"
The eldest brother finally understood why his master was always so disappointed in him, and why the boy would get so irritable when he talked about it.
He'd rather waste precious time talking nonsense than let a spirit enter his body than leave it in the mountain of spiritual veins.
Yang Yan: ...
Sure enough, his senior brothers and sisters no longer love him. If Fu Le is willing to join the Weapon Sect, won't he have no chance of ever getting ahead?! *sobs*
"Return immediately! The Maitreya Sect has come to pay their respects!" the voice transmission device announced.
"What?! The Maitreya Sect? That demonic sect that can't distinguish between good and evil?!" Yang Yan exclaimed in shock. He turned around, but his senior brothers and sisters had already vanished. "Ah, senior brothers, senior sisters, wait for me!!!"
Time flies like an arrow.
When Fu Le woke up from his cultivation, there were only ten days left in the countdown.
call……
The breath he exhaled seemed to merge with the surrounding spiritual threads.
Fu Le looked inward at his dantian and saw a snow-white spiritual sea, shrouded in mist, which looked like a lake and was somewhat eerie.
Looking at the spiritual veins again, they have coalesced into a single vein, about the thickness of a finger, crystal clear, just like the normal meridians of the human body, with not a single one remaining.
Reaching out to feel the pulse, aside from its strength, there was nothing else particularly special to feel.
Is this the pulse of a fourth-tier spirit master? So resilient!
"Fu Le, you're awake? Come out if you're awake, your master and the others are here."
A warmth emanated from his fingertips, and Yang Yan's voice rang out.
Master? Who?
For a moment, Fu Le couldn't remember who it was. When a dirty old face flashed through his mind, Fu Le froze for a second, then suddenly stood up. "Little Prince, quick, let's go out!"
Louzhai, a guest minister of the Qi Sect.
A dirty old man hugged a gourd of wine and gulped it down. "Hiss... Ha... This spirit wine is so-so, not as good as monkey wine. Tsk... I wonder when that brat will come out. I've been waiting for her for over a month."
The white-robed man, who was trimming his nails with a long knife, glanced at him and said, "That girl is in seclusion. Doesn't she need to level up a couple of times before she comes out? Just wait, she'll come out eventually."
The sorcerer tossed his waist-length hair, applied lipstick in front of the mirror, and casually remarked, "That girl is cunning; she might not be willing to become your disciple."
"Shut up, go apply your lipstick, stop talking nonsense." The drunkard snapped.
The ghoul toyed with the thumb-sized coffin in its hand, shook its head, and said, "We've been arguing for hundreds of years, and there's still no clear winner."
They're all troublesome, one after another.
...
"My benefactors, Fu Le requests an audience." A clear, melodious female voice suddenly reached the ears of the four.
The wine gourd in the drunkard's hand fell to the ground, and he disappeared. The other three looked at each other and smiled.
It's finally here...
Fu Le stood beneath the wooden building, laughing as the disheveled old man floated in. "Hahaha... Disciple, your master isn't dead!! Surprised?! Hahaha..."
Hearing the old man's smug, deep laughter, Fu Le laughed out loud from the bottom of his heart, "Where are the other three benefactors?"
"Here it comes?! Hehehehe..." The demon's shrill laughter grew louder as it approached, sending chills down everyone's spines.
After scanning the four people and confirming that none of them were missing any limbs, Fu Le's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down.
Stepping forward, he knelt on one knee and said, "My benefactors, please accept my deepest gratitude! Thank you all for saving my life with all your might!!"
"You brat, you still know how to do these empty formalities. Alright, get up. You haven't even paid respects to your master yet. Why are you bowing to them? Come here!" The drunkard's laughing voice came from behind him.
Upon hearing this, Fu Le was somewhat at a loss for words. She felt an invisible force lift her knees, so she had no choice but to straighten up.
"Senior, it's not that I don't want to become your disciple, but rather, I can't."
Upon hearing this, all four fell silent, and the three in white robes all looked at the drunkard.
The drunkard's smile faded, as if he couldn't believe it, but he didn't get angry; he just stared at her blankly.
Fu Le's heart skipped a beat, and he cupped his hands in greeting, saying, "May we go inside and discuss this further?"
The drunkard frowned and remained silent, then turned and went into the building, followed closely by the other three.
“Senior, I am not from the Spirit Continent, but from another small world. I only have nine days left here. When the time is up, I will have to leave whether I want to or not.” She was practicing other people’s techniques and learning from their cultivation experience, but it was unreasonable not to take a master. “If you are willing to take a disciple whom I will not see for a long time and who cannot take care of you in your old age, Fu Le is willing to take you as my master.”
The four people: ...
I understood everything, but I didn't comprehend it.
"You say you're not from this world?" The drunkard's voice had lost its mischievousness, replaced by a deep tone, his red eyes scrutinizing the girl in front of him who was speaking strange words.
“Yes, I am originally from Earth…” Fu Le revealed everything.
When the truth was revealed, the four of them were unwilling to believe it, but when they saw the series of modern items she took out, they were stunned. They had never seen anything like it before. This was the so-called high-tech era.
"Uncle, this is cosmetics, makeup. You can do whatever you want with it. I'll give you ten boxes. This is whitening, and this is..."
"Uncle Corpse Demon, look, this is a computer. Turn it on like this, and then... I've downloaded a lot of TV dramas, horror movies, and zombie movies. There are also a lot of funny variety shows; that should keep you entertained for a long time. This is a solar panel; it can charge the computer..."
"Aunt Bai, I also have skincare products, perfumes, beautiful dresses, high heels, cosmetics, and this pearl, for beauty and skincare..."
Before long, only the drunkard remained in the house.
"Let me see, let me see... Oh, a computer! And what's this TV series? Let me see..."
"Mine, this is my gift. You all have your own gifts, go play with your own..."
"These pearls are nice, give me two..."
"Get out! Get as far away from me as possible!!"
...
Inside the room, the drunkard remained silent, sitting upright in the main seat with an air of authority, more so than he had ever done in his life.
Seeing Fu Le standing there with his head down for so long without saying a word, he couldn't help but lose his temper. "What? Am I not your master anymore? I've already passed on all my skills to you!!"
Upon hearing this, Fu Le smiled, walked up to the drunkard, knelt down on both knees, and kowtowed, "Master!! Please accept my bow!"
"Hahahaha... Good, good... Hahahaha... I'm a man with disciples now..."
After bowing, Fu Le presented a small bowl, saying, "Master, this is my gift for becoming your disciple! Please accept it!"
"Okay, okay." The drunkard took it and poured it into his mouth, then, 'glug...'
One minute later, 'Huffing and puffing...'
Fu Le smiled and stepped forward to take the bowl from the drunkard's hand, placed it on the table, and then carried the drunkard to the bamboo bed next to him so that he could sleep more comfortably.
"Huh? Lele, why are you out here? Where's the drunkard?" The white-robed man, who was playing with pearls on a large rock outside the house, asked curiously when he saw Fu Le come out alone.
"She's asleep," Fu Le said with a smile.
"Huh? Asleep?"
...
Two days later, the drunkard woke up, wiped his mouth, and looked dazed. Where was he? What was he doing?
"Drunkard, if you don't get up soon, your disciple will be going back." The demon's shrill voice pierced the eardrums.
"What? Go back? Go back where?!" The drunkard jumped up as if he had been electrocuted, and leaped down.
"Wait, my monkey wine!!" Upon seeing the bowl on the table, the drunkard quickly put it into his storage ring.
The three people in white robes: ...
"You have monkey wine?!" The white-robed figure approached.
"Take it out!! I want to drink too!!"
"No, no..."
"You old scoundrel!! You're a scoundrel, what happened to sharing the good times?!"
The four of them got into a fight.
Fu Le, who was cultivating outside: ...
I look up to the sky and sigh!
"Seniors, I still have some left, two jin each."
Having successfully stopped the four from fighting, Fu Le took her warm-hearted master away.
"Hey, my disciple is the best, hahaha... But, disciple, there are still seven days left. Let's go and cultivate."
Where to?
"Lingmai Mountain!! Don't worry, I've already taken care of things with the Weapon Sect."
...
Seven days passed in the blink of an eye. "Host, one minute countdown." The shuttle has returned.
Fu Le stopped his movements and looked up at the old man opposite him who was advancing in his cultivation.
He entered meditation three hours ago. Before entering meditation, he gave her a storage ring containing valuable items he had collected after escaping from the mountains, including the inner cores of the six ferocious beasts. Seven of them were of the seventh rank, and one was of the eighth rank. He didn't know how they escaped.
For the past few days, he has been channeling spiritual energy into her meridians, a process commonly known as "spirit infusion."
For experts at the fifth level or above in the Spirit Realm, the spiritual energy they draw into their bodies is the purest and best for cultivation. Usually, it is elders to younger ones, or masters to disciples, who use themselves as a medium to purify the spiritual energy before transferring it into their bodies. Compared to drawing spiritual energy into their own bodies, this method can achieve twice the result with half the effort. Her fourth level has already reached its peak, and she is just waiting for the right opportunity to step into the fifth level of the Spirit Realm.
These past few days, Fu Le has been constantly feeding the old man monkey wine, hoping that if it dissolves in time, he won't get drunk and fall into a deep sleep.
This is why the old man's long-standing seventh-level bottleneck loosened, allowing him to enter a meditative state.
Fu Le knelt before the drunkard and kowtowed three times. "Master, we'll meet again someday. Take care. Your disciple is leaving now."
3……2……1
Fu Le disappeared from the spot, leaving behind a ring where she had been. Inside the ring, besides a bottle, were the skeletons of four Kui birds.
...
Control room.
Fu Le got up from the ground, still feeling a little dizzy.
"The shuttle, how much did you repair this time? The spiritual energy in the Spirit Continent is so abundant, it must be beneficial to you too, right?"
Come in and take a look.
Fu Le entered the warehouse and stared wide-eyed at the small space of just over twenty square meters...
"Shuttle, this trip was definitely worth it! How many mesenchymal stones did you have to absorb to repair so much space?"
'I've absorbed all the mycelium ore from Lingyun Mountain; the mycelium ore deposits there are huge.'
Fu Le: ...
She didn't gain any advantage from Lingyun Mountain, but the shuttle did.
"Didn't you ever give me any gifts or anything? Like creating a spiritual space or something."
"I am a high-tech being, not a living being, and I cannot create things that do not exist."
Fu Le: That makes a lot of sense!
Leaving the control room, Fu Le felt somewhat uneasy.
'Host, you've developed feelings for people from other dimensions. This isn't a good thing. If I leave in the future, you'll never be able to go to their world again, which will only cause you more heartache. I advise you to be careful.'
Fu Le: You're spying on my feelings.
'Host, we are one.'
Fu Le took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly.
Go back to your room and check the supplies.
The gains from this trip to the Spirit Continent were truly substantial.
That monkey wine is enough for her to cultivate for a lifetime. There's also the beast core that her master gave her before she left, and the hundreds of millions of seventh-order spirit stones she got by exchanging ten skeletons with the Weapon Sect. I reckon that's enough for her to cultivate to the peak of the ninth order.
Walking into the living room, Fu Le took out the rectangular wooden flower pots he had prepared, put the soil he had dug up into them, and carried them one by one to the large balcony of more than 100 square meters, twenty in a row. He released three soil spirits, which turned into transparent white films when they touched the soil, spreading out and covering all the soil and seeping into it. Fu Le was satisfied and planted twenty small saplings of spirit fruit in them.
The wilted sapling, once planted in the soil, suddenly straightened its branches and even shook itself as if it were human.
Fu Le's lips curled into a smile. It really works!
Thinking about the endless supply of spiritual fruits he would have in the future, Fu Le was in an extremely good mood.
'Squeak, squeak, squeak...'
A familiar voice rang out in the living room.
Fu Le: !!!
"The Little Prince!!!" Fu Le screamed like a chicken.
'Squeak squeak squeak...' The little prince leaped up and slapped Fu Le across the face.
"Hmm..."
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