Chapter 797 - 740: The Fearsome Chen Xixi

Han Yu wandered aimlessly around. Given Mu Zili’s abilities, since he could find him from the Southern Border to the Eastern Territory, it was naturally impossible for him not to find him on this island.

So he never considered waiting in place.

In terms of customs, overseas was indeed quite different from the Central Continent.

But in terms of living habits, they were actually not much different.

After wandering for a while, Han Yu quickly lost interest.

It was really only equivalent to the size of one State Prefecture in the Central Continent, at most not more than two.

Perhaps without really understanding the cultivators here, the biggest difference might lie in the differences in cultivation techniques.

But Han Yu wasn’t very interested in understanding that. Maybe he used to be interested, but now, using the Artifact Spirit’s words, none of them could put up a fight.

Unconsciously, as Han Yu walked further, he suddenly stopped in front of a small stall.

In front of the stall, black boxes were neatly arranged, their distinctive metallic sheen sparkling differently under the sunlight.

Cold Iron!

Something unique to the Mo Family. Han Yu could definitely not mistake it, and he also had a box like this in his Sea of Consciousness!

A flying magical artifact designed by Mo Xiuwen!

How could it be possible to see it in such a place?

As he approached again, a young man dressed as a scholar lazily sat at the stall. Whenever a cultivator stepped forward to inquire about the price, one could hear his impatient voice.

"Buy if you want, if not, get lost!"

Beside the scholar, a simple young Daoist and a beautiful, youthful girl sat together, looking listless.

Han Yu’s expression was extremely complicated. These bastards, his cousin (Mo Xiuwen) was worried sick they’d get into trouble, almost went crazy looking for them, and here they were!

The commoner yawned, especially after glancing at Yi Xian and Coconut, feeling extremely bored.

Suddenly, a pair of long boots appeared before his eyes, and he was too lazy to even lift his head.

"How much for this flying magical artifact?"

A voice slowly asked.

The commoner didn’t lift his head, slightly curling his lips, "I only exchange, not sell, enough resources for a Divine Gaze Realm cultivator for a year, and then you can take it."

They even know how to trade for resources now?

Han Yu almost laughed out loud, and the Artifact Spirit also chuckled as it reminded him, "You know, these guys have all reached full Divine Gaze Realm."

Divine Gaze Realm?

Han Yu smacked his lips, this kind of thing seemed quite distant now.

In the past, if he heard they’d broken through to this realm, he’d surely be happy for them, but now he felt nothing.

Earlier too, when those Divine Gaze Realm thugs got on his bad side, his anger was considerable.

"This is the fury of a cultivator in the higher ranks being challenged by those below, and your attitude towards the Divine Gaze Realm is the same."

The Artifact Spirit was more aware of this aspect than Han Yu.

Now Han Yu felt nothing for the realms of ordinary cultivators, or remained calm as water.

That’s because his current level was beyond compare with them.

"A cultivator’s indifference doesn’t stem from cultivation techniques, but from the gradually growing sense of alienation in this realm disparity."

The higher a cultivator’s rank, the stronger the sense of alienation they feel towards other low-tier cultivators.

This seems to be a kind of iron law, almost unavoidable.

"Actually, what that big guy said wasn’t wrong. The path that wise old man you mentioned talks about isn’t the path for cultivators."

"He seems to understand better than you."

So, was Mu Zili’s indifference not arrogance?

But rather that he understood this sense of alienation and accepted it.

"But I’m still the same with them!"

Han Yu couldn’t help but refute. At least he hadn’t changed much towards these people, or the small cultivators he once knew around him.

The Artifact Spirit stroked its chin, smacking its lips, speculating.

"Probably due to two reasons. First, your progress is too fast, the vicissitudes of time skipped past you, so you’re not affected."

"Second, you still aren’t a genuine cultivator, maybe this has some influence too."

"But I tend to the third, you are more influenced by that group from the Central Continent."

Han Yu was stunned, seemingly that group in the Central Continent were also flesh and blood, maybe not in high realms, but the Artifact Spirit’s words indeed gave him a fresh perspective.

Combined with the words of the wise old man, he seemed to have some insight.

Facing all beings is not disgraceful?

Now it seemed to make some sense, facing all beings might not be an easy thing.

At least the heart that is stubborn is hard to manage.

The conversation between the person and the spirit only happened in a moment, but the commoner seemed a little impatient.

"Trade or not?"

Han Yu tried to suppress his laughter, shaking his head, "Not trading, exchanging a flying magical artifact for a year’s worth of resources isn’t worth it."

"If not, get lost..."

In the middle of the commoner’s angry shout, his whole body suddenly stiffened.

The person had just approached without asking and already knew this was a flying magical artifact, and this damned voice was somewhat familiar.

As he abruptly lifted his head, he was stunned, facing a smiling familiar face.

"Yi Xian, Coconut! Look over here!"

The commoner exclaimed with surprise, directly leaping over the stall and onto Han Yu.

Yi Xian and Coconut looked up one after another, each equally invigorated, rushing forward to surround Han Yu and jump excitedly.

Imagine, two grown men sitting on the street hugging each other, with a man and a woman next to them laughing and jumping around, how bizarre that must be.

After the commotion, Han Yu helplessly peeled the common folk off him, his face dark.

Getting hugged on the street was one thing, but they had to slobber on his forehead too.

Yi Xian and Coconut might be jumping around foolishly, but at least they weren’t spraying spit everywhere.

The common folk didn’t feel embarrassed at all, quickly packing up the stall, casually hauling a big bundle and calling out.

"Let’s go, back to my place to chat."

...

Mu Zili wasn’t in a hurry to return either, because if certain things weren’t clarified first, it wouldn’t be convenient over by Han Yu’s place.

And so he grabbed Chen Xixi and soared into the air, flying straight out, transforming into a colorful glow and ascending rapidly after leaving the island.

Once reaching a place that ordinary cultivators couldn’t touch, Mu Zili released the frail cultivator.

"What exactly did you mean by what you just said?"

Chen Xixi asked herself if she had been careful enough, how could she have caused great trouble.

Also, what place did Mu Zili just say this was?

Isn’t this just a small area outside the Central Continent?

Mu Zili felt deeply helpless, shaking his head, "Do you know this is the layout area of the Celestial Dao Sect?"

"How could I possibly know, wasn’t I kicked out by you, how would I know anything?"

Chen Xixi spoke delicately, her voice soft and sweet, paired only with that old and worn visage, making Mu Zili’s eyebrows twitch.

"Do you find this behavior amusing?"

Mu Zili couldn’t help but reprimand, even though he was the junior brother, his tone was akin to a senior brother.

Chen Xixi’s old face was extremely aggrieved, murmuring, "Then I’ll change back."

Just as she was about to act, Mu Zili suddenly stopped her again.

She would definitely end up following him to reunite with Han Yu, he didn’t want to cause more trouble, better to maintain like this.

"Forget it, just remain like this."

Mu Zili organized his thoughts anew, then spoke again, "There is a layout from the Qionghua Hall of Celestial Dao Sect here, you absolutely mustn’t stay here, it’s best to go back as soon as possible."

Not only must she go back, but within these three hundred years here, Chen Xixi should make sure not to leave any trace behind.

Moreover, absolutely avoid accidentally touching the layout of the Celestial Dao Sect, otherwise Qionghua Hall will surely pursue and investigate.

Thinking of this, Mu Zili couldn’t help but look at her wistfully.

"Be honest with me, in these three hundred years, have you done anything here?"

Chen Xixi’s face flushed red, unknowingly turning her head, replying meekly, "A little bit..."

Mu Zili suddenly felt as if the sky was collapsing, truly, Su Xiaoxiao might cause trouble, but she always cleans up well.

But Chen Xixi is different, truly different.

Why else under the same management, he could let Su Xiaoxiao idle around in a casual role waiting for death, only to find ways to kick Chen Xixi out of Celestial Dao Sect, making her a loose cultivator.

Later, even directly suppressing her within the Enlightenment Tower.

This is a treatment even Su Xiaoxiao could not enjoy.

It is conceivable how troublesome Chen Xixi must be.

If she says she hasn’t done anything, then she’s definitely done a bit.

And if she says she’s done a little, Mu Zili only feels the word "indescribable" shining glaringly.

Taking a deep breath, Mu Zili forcibly returned to a calm and breezy state, speaking gently.

"Senior sister, could you elaborate on what you’ve done?"

Chen Xixi sheepishly lowered her head, that visage causing Mu Zili to vividly restrain the urge to blast her away with the Five Qi multiple times.

Only then did he hear her timidly speak.

"I was bored here, so I created a sect..."

Just one sentence nearly made Mu Zili’s eyes pop out, you dared preach here?

This is the most serious matter.

If the cultivation techniques of Celestial Dao Sect were passed down, something truly would happen.

Chen Xixi hurriedly explained, "I didn’t randomly spread things, those cultivation techniques were things I made up casually, they’re capable of cultivation, don’t cause death."

Mu Zili slightly eased his mind, "Just one then? That’s still..."

Before he finished speaking, Chen Xixi embarrassedly added.

"Several!"

She seemed unaware of Mu Zili’s stiff face, slowly counting them.

"At first, I thought of dual cultivation with body and technique, both following the normal cultivator path and the body cultivator path, oh right, you don’t know, the concept of body cultivator was something I proposed, but it seems impractical, I felt quite embarrassed and found a cover story to die abruptly."

"Later, I came up with a Blade and Sword faction, played for a few years and then got annihilated, I was embarrassed to bully those weaklings, so I died along with them."

"I felt cultivators should sever all emotions and desires, then created another one, but facing a bunch of deadpan faces every day was boring, so I found a rival to have the other side kill me and be done with it."

The more Mu Zili listened, the darker his face became, as he had heard eight sects’ legacies of blood and tears!

Thankfully there were only eight, attentively asking about their locations, all at surrounding small islands, without doing anything outrageous.

At least nothing terrifying was done.

Probably won’t come here, right?

Mu Zili suspiciously kept looking at her, unexpectedly Chen Xixi slowly spoke again...