Chapter 142.
It took a lot of persuasion from Wang Dust to get Yuan Yuan to take all the Zhu Fruits back into its storage bag.
The vermilion fruit that the old tortoise had given to the little one was 100% good.
Smell it and you’ll be refreshed, eat one and you’ll be fine!
Wang Chen believed that these vermilion fruits would definitely be beneficial to his cultivation.
But Wang Chen also felt that.
Yuan Yuan might need it more than himself!
The little guy had eaten so much demonic beast meat, three or four meals a day, three or five pounds every meal.
As a result, there wasn’t any change in size until now.
Maybe these vermillion fruits could make it grow up fast.
Then Wang Chen could not take it even more!
He re-boarded the flying boat and continued his journey.
When he arrived at Yunshan City, Wang Dust met Wei Xiong again in a tavern.
“Brother Wei, I’ve kept you waiting!”
In the middle of the elegant room, he asked with a smile, “How have you been lately?”
Because he had been home for a long time to cultivate, he never participated in the right and wrong in the sect.
Therefore, Wang Chen had very few friends in the Yunyang Sect.
Wei Xiong was not only his ally, but also a truly trustworthy friend!
And this tavern was a place where both parties met often.
Earlier, Wang Chen had sent Wei Xiong a crane letter, and the latter had booked an elegant room early to wait for him to come over.
“Sloppy passable.”
Wei Xiong laughed and took the wine pot and poured a cup of rice wine for Wang Chuan, “Come on, drink!”
The relationship between the two no longer needed much politeness.
In fact, today, Wang Dust asked Wei Xiong to meet him, there was nothing important.
It was mainly to catch up and chat.
Cultivators were also mortals, without cultivating to a truly transcendent realm, there was always a need to communicate with others.
During this period of time, Wang Dust had been at home cultivating.
It was not bad to come out to relax and unwind once in a while.
He could certainly endure the tedium and boredom of cultivation, but there was no need to be a bitter cultivator.
Having tension and relaxation was actually the way of cultivation!
As they chatted, Wei Xiong took the initiative to talk about his sister, Wei Lian.
He told Wang Chen the good news.
Wei Lian had already been promoted to Innate!
Next, after consolidating her realm, Wei Lian was going to start trying to draw Qi into her body and become a true cultivator.
Hearing this news.
Wang Dust was also sincerely happy for the siblings.
Wang Dust knew a long time ago that Wei Xiong had always wanted Wei Lian to step into the Dao.
For this reason, he had not hesitated to give his life!
Not only did Wei Lian have all five elements, but her roots were also quite good.
With her innate cultivation as her foundation, she shouldn’t have a big problem completing her Qi induction into her body.
If there was another Foundation Establishment Pill, it would be almost a hundred percent successful.
As the maid of Xie Yaoxiu, one of the Seven Heavenly Cloud Xiu, how could she not get a mere Foundation Establishment Pill?
Thus he congratulated Wei Xiong in advance for getting what he wanted.
The two of them talked and drank freely until it was not yet time to disperse.
When it was time to part, Wang Chen gave Wei Xiong an Essence Blood Talisman.
The essence blood talisman could be activated by applying blood.
Although the effect was not as good as a real magic talisman, it could be used by mortals.
And in this Nascent Soul Talisman given by Wang Chen, there were two hundred pounds of home-grown fragrant pears stored.
He planned to wait until the Spirit Valley matured.
Then he would send Wei Xiong some Huang Liang Rice and Black Chi Rice.
These two types of spirit rice were greatly beneficial to cultivation and had a stronger effect than white corn.
Then he went to the Outer Sect’s Hall of Punishment and sent several hundred pounds of the same fragrant pears to Senior Brother Cao Xiu Cao as well.
The value was not high, it was mainly a token of appreciation.
After circling around Yunshan City, Wang Chen returned to Sunset Peak Manor.
As a result, he hadn’t even landed yet when he saw that someone was clearing land very close to his own spiritual field!
Wang Dust was surprised.
Because this manor assigned to him, although it was close to Sunset Peak, its location was actually rather remote.
The closest neighbor to Wang Dust was also three miles away.
And the fields reclaimed by this suddenly appearing land reclaimer were basically right next to his family’s spiritual fields.
After thinking about it, Wang Chuan landed a hundred paces away.
Then walked over to check it out.
No matter what the other party was, he had to ask about it as a matter of reason, otherwise how could he be at ease!
The opener was a young cultivator with a jade tablet representing the identity of an inner disciple hanging from his waist.
He had certainly noticed Wang Dust’s arrival, his hand holding a hoe revealing a wary expression.
“Sunset Peak Wang Dust meets Senior Brother.”
Wang Dust stopped at about twenty paces from the other party and clasped his fists in salute, “Dare I ask what is senior brother’s name?”
Seeing that Wang Chuan was courteous and careful with his manners, the color of wariness in the young cultivator’s eyes lessened, but his attitude remained cold, “Sunset Peak Zhao Huai’an.”
Zhao Huai’an?
Wang Chen felt that this name was familiar, like he had heard someone say it somewhere.
In the next moment, he snapped back to it and asked offhandedly, “You’re that loose cultivator Zhao Huai’an who blocked the real person’s law and risked his life to beg for a confession?”
Wang Chen was at the scene that day.
It was only that his location at that time was a bit far from the city gates, coupled with the sea of people around him, so he only heard Zhao Huai’an’s voice and hadn’t seen the other party’s real face.
Now he counted on recognizing it.
Zhao Huai’an’s appearance was quite handsome, his features were angular with an air of perseverance.
However, there was a scar at the corner of his left eye that somewhat lowered his face value.
The young cultivator replied indifferently, “That’s right, I am the loose cultivator Zhao Huai’an!”
“Sorry.”
Wang Chen immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing – the other party was now an inner disciple like himself!
Wang Chen didn’t realize that this Zhao Huai’an was actually a Sunset Peak disciple as well.
Speaking of which, the other party could have been a protagonist character!
A small, outlandish casual cultivator who had the audacity to reveal a major human hunting case to a Jindan Realist, leading to a major purge of the outer sect of the Yunyang Sect, and the entire landscape of Yunshan City was changed.
Some people said that Zhao Huai’an was just a tiny chess piece that was used by Sect Master Ji Guantao to clean up his family.
But it was an indisputable fact that this Outer Domain loose cultivator’s reputation had been boosted as a result.
Moreover, he was rewarded with a direct promotion to the inner sect, enjoying the treatment of a true disciple.
The treatment of a true disciple is to plow the land?
Wang Chen secretly wondered.
“It doesn’t matter.”
Zhao Huai’an asked expressionlessly, “Senior Disciple Wang, do you have anything else?”
Wang Dust shook his head and said, “Senior Brother Zhao, I live over there, come sit at my house when you have time.”
Saying that, Wang Dust pointed to his house.
Zhao Huai’an: “Uh-huh.”
Zhao Huai’an’s attitude was so cold and hard that it made Wang Dust’s heart a little unhappy.
He didn’t eat the other party’s rice, and he didn’t know each other, so who was he showing this face to?
In the future, it is better to stay away from it!
Wang dust think, this guy is afraid to be a trouble person.
He has landed next to his own house.
It’s also a bad idea.
Originally, Wang Dust was going to ask if the other party needed help, after all, a distant relative is not as good as a close neighbor.
But he swallowed all the words he wanted to say.
After returning home, Wang dust suddenly thought of a problem.
It was long past the sowing season.
This season’s rice was about to mature, so what was Zhao Huai’an still tilling in the spirit field for?
Even if he wanted to plant rice, he would have to wait until the beginning of spring next year!
You’re not going to plant vegetables, are you?
Can the Concierge Hall agree to that?
Forget it.
Wang Chen stroked his chin, not bothering to think about the other party’s question.
The next moment, he was attracted by the five vermillion fruits that appeared on the table.
Wang Chen couldn’t help but touch the Spirit Beast Pouch hanging on his belt.
Yuan Yuan had slipped away at some point!
Looking at these vermillion fruits, Wang Chen was amused and touched.