PFC Chapter 310 Ghost Cry Alley
Chapter 310 Ghost Cry Alley
Xia Gucheng slowly sat down.
He picked up the gourd and took a big gulp.
"rest assured."
The voice was still cold, but it carried a hint of solemnity compared to before:
"After obtaining the Heavenly Demon Heart, I served as the head of the Xuan Tian Sect for fifty years. When the sect faced life and death, I made a move."
"Once this statement is made, I will never go back on it."
Nangong Cheng nodded, a hint of relief flashing in his eyes.
"In that case... I am relieved."
He looked down the mountain, at the continuous rows of palaces and pavilions, and at the figures of his disciples walking in the clouds and mist.
"The sect is finally showing signs of revival."
He looked at Xia Gucheng, his eyes carrying a deeper meaning:
“Your disciple is a promising talent. He possesses a pure Yang Holy Body and excellent character and shrewdness. Given time, he will surely achieve great things.”
Xia Gucheng, unusually, did not refute.
He took a swig of wine and said calmly, "I'm still far from it. I need more experience."
Nangong Cheng shook his head and chuckled:
"You...you may not say it, but you're probably quite pleased with yourself."
"Is there?"
"No?"
The two looked at each other and suddenly laughed.
Looking out from the pavilion, Nangong Cheng's gaze pierced through layers of clouds, as if he could see the Xuantian Sect a hundred years later:
"With you in the sect, Wudao and Churan won't be in much danger. Once they grow up..."
He paused, a hint of expectation in his voice:
"It won't take fifty years."
"Thirty years from now, they will be able to protect the Xuantian Sect from the wind and rain."
"At that time, the Xuantian Sect will once again rank among the top three sects and rebuild its former glory..."
Xia Gucheng did not respond.
He simply gazed at the sect shrouded in mist below the mountain, lost in thought.
The pavilion fell silent.
Only the crisp sound of chess pieces scattering and the low murmur of the churning sea of clouds could be heard.
........
Misty Peak.
Inside the bamboo house, Li Wudao sat cross-legged on the bed, a slight smile playing on his lips.
The smile grew wider and wider until it finally broke into a wide grin.
"Tsk tsk tsk..."
His eyes lit up as he looked at the items he had just received as a system rebate.
Spirit stones, pills, refining materials, and so on—all high-quality items of Heaven Rank or above.
There are also a few thousand-year-old medicinal herbs, which, although not as rare as the Taiyin Lotus, are still quite valuable.
Lin Yan certainly didn't disappoint him.
Although he didn't get any Saint-level treasures this time, he was very satisfied.
After all, the majority of the money came from extorting it from Green Turtle; he hardly contributed any resources.
It could be described as using someone else's flowers to present to Buddha, or getting something for nothing.
This deal was absolutely worth it!
These cultivation resources come so easily; isn't it much more enjoyable than going out to train and fight with others?
In the corner, the green-haired turtle caught a glimpse of the boy's smug expression, which made its already depressed mood even more irritable.
"When will you give me the Taiyin Lotus?"
The more it looked, the angrier it became, and finally it couldn't help but speak up.
Li Wudao didn't even turn his head: "What's the rush? It's not the right time yet."
"How can I not be in a hurry?" The green-haired turtle scrambled to its feet. "That's what I deserve!"
Li Wudao finally turned his head and glanced at it: "Haste makes waste. Let's wait a little longer."
"You son of a bitch!"
The green-haired turtle jumped up and down, shouting, "Don't try that with me! I don't think you ever intended to give it to me!"
"Look, you're in a hurry again."
But Li Wudao slowly opened his mouth and said, "After the investiture ceremony is over, I will go to Luanshi City. Once the hidden danger of Zhou Bai's Soul-Devouring Body is resolved, the Taiyin Lotus will naturally be yours."
"Don't you trust my reputation?"
The green-haired turtle sneered and retorted, "You have absolutely no credibility. How many people have you cheated already?"
"I haven't settled the score with you yet. You extorted my things one minute, and the next minute you took them and gave them away, right in front of me! You bastard @￥......."
The green-haired turtle grumbled and cursed, unable to hold back its swearing.
It was hard for it to swallow this insult.
Li Wudao: "..."
He touched his nose, feeling somewhat guilty.
What this turtle said... actually makes some sense.
"If you don't give me an explanation today, I'm not done with you!"
The green-haired turtle became more and more excited as it spoke, pawing at the ground with its four claws as if about to pounce.
"Calm down, calm down!"
Li Wudao quickly waved his hand.
He knew that the tortoise was truly desperate today.
If you don't give me some compensation, I won't have a peaceful night.
He thought for a moment, then flipped his hand and took out several items: two three-hundred-year-old spiritual herbs, a bottle of seventh-grade profound pills...
"That's it?"
But the green-haired turtle glanced at it, its beady green eyes full of disdain: "Do you think I'm a beggar?"
"The Yin Lotus! I only want the Yin Lotus!"
Li Wudao had a headache.
Why is this turtle so stubborn?
His eyes darted around.
The Taiyin Lotus definitely cannot be given now.
He gave it to him, then just walked away. Where is he going to find such a good investment opportunity?
This tortoise holds a great secret, its value far exceeding that of a single Taiyin Lotus.
We have to keep it and extract its juice slowly.
The man and the tortoise stared at each other, neither willing to give in.
half an hour.
The green-haired tortoise suddenly spoke up: "Forget it, I don't care about those mundane things. Give me a hundred drops of your essence blood."
"can."
Li Wudao readily agreed.
A moment later, the green-haired turtle happily took out a jade bottle and carefully collected the essence blood.
The essence and blood of the Pure Yang Holy Body is a wonderful thing, a great tonic that will greatly help it restore its strength.
Suddenly, it stopped moving.
A hint of surprise flashed in Green Bean's eyes.
No, the aura of this essence blood...
It seems to contain not only pure yang energy, but also something else mixed in...
That aura, domineering, sharp, and destructive, was actually able to rival it!
It is certain that the last time the essence and blood were not like this!
The green-haired tortoise suddenly turned its head and looked at Li Wudao, who was already meditating with his eyes closed on the bed.
The boy sat cross-legged, his aura calm and peaceful, showing no signs of anything unusual.
"This kid..."
The green-haired turtle narrowed its beady eyes, its expression turning serious.
It had many guesses in its mind, stared at Li Wudao for a long time, and finally slowly withdrew its gaze.
A storm raged within him; he felt increasingly unable to understand this young man.
How many secrets does this human boy still hold?
……
Night was falling.
Silence fell over the bamboo house.
The man and the tortoise each cultivate their own skills.
Outside the window, moonlight spilled down, draping the Misty Peak in a silvery veil.
The distant calls of night birds added to the tranquility of the mountains.
Before we knew it, the moon had moved to its zenith.
On the bed, Li Wudao slowly opened his eyes.
He got up, stretched his limbs, walked to the window, and opened the window.
Moonlight poured in.
He glanced at the sky and muttered to himself, "It's almost midnight. I should go find that 'old knife handle' that Hu Laosan mentioned."
He glanced at the green-haired turtle that was still cultivating in the corner.
The latter had his eyes closed, his aura was steady, and he seemed to have entered a deep level of cultivation.
Li Wudao did not disturb it and gently pushed the door open to go out.
.......
The city is west of the mountain.
Li Wudao walked under the moonlight through the last long street.
The surroundings gradually quieted down.
The faint sounds of the bustling city that could be heard earlier have now completely disappeared.
The houses on both sides were becoming increasingly dilapidated, some even reduced to ruins, casting distorted shadows under the moonlight.
The air was filled with a damp, rotten smell, mixed with a faint stench of blood.
Li Wudao frowned slightly, but continued walking.
After walking for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, a narrow alley appeared ahead.
At the entrance of the alley stood a crooked wooden sign with three illegible characters engraved on it.
"Ghost Cry Alley".