Chapter 119: Huaxia Language on the Yunzhou Continent
“The Black Gold Glazed Grass is gone.”
The Extreme Saint Sect disciple clearly knew something: “It was taken.”
Leading the way was Sun Chenming, the top Qi Refining Stage disciple of the Extreme Saint Sect this time.
He squatted down and scooped up some dirt with his fingers: “Just fighting a Nine Nether Eating Spider, and it got this messy? There are clearly traces of more than one cultivator here.”
His second senior brother behind him chimed in: “Did they run into disciples from other sects and start fighting?”
Sun Chenming nodded: “Likely, judging by the traces…”
He narrowed his eyes, and a point of light flickered ahead.
Besides the corpse of the Nine Nether Eating Spider, the surroundings were in disarray.
Traces of scorched earth were everywhere; just looking at the destructive power, one could tell a fierce battle had taken place.
Sun Chenming suddenly said: “It’s Yi Tianhe and Lu Rufeng.”
“Those two from the Tai Xuan Sect? No wonder, the Black Gold Glazed Grass is indeed something they need. I just wonder who was unlucky enough to run into them.”
They were still within the Secret Realm, unaware of what was happening outside the Water Mirror.
Naturally, they didn’t know that Lu Rufeng had already been tragically eliminated from the Water Mirror, losing a great treasure in the process.
Sun Chenming looked ahead, suddenly recognizing something, and then said: “No, there should have been quite a few Spirit Herbs along this path, all showing signs of being picked.”
After Spirit Herbs are picked, they leave behind some Aura, but not much.
After all, once a Spirit Herb is picked, its root system directly seeps into the ground and dies, then merges back into Spiritual Energy.
“Who was it?” The other two Extreme Saint Sect disciples were extremely surprised, even showing disbelieving smiles: “Is that possible, Senior Brother? Who is so poor that they’d strip even the Spirit Herbs in the Secret Realm this clean? They even care about these Tier 1 and Tier 2 Spirit Herbs?”
If this were known, it would be a matter of great embarrassment.
After all, as disciples of the Four Great Sects, what good things hadn’t they seen?
Spirit Herbs could be sold for Spirit Stones, but even if they took them out, they would be confiscated by the Sect.
Unless they followed the Sect’s requirements, the better the items they brought out of the Secret Realm, the higher their chances of keeping good things.
Taking these things would not only be beneath their notice but would also earn them a scolding.
It was a thankless and arduous task.
Sun Chenming naturally didn’t know, but he could tell that these Spirit Herbs had indeed been picked.
Either they were refined on the spot, or they were truly collected by the other party.
Perhaps it was a… disciple so poor it was laughable.
Song Jiulai naturally didn’t know that her laughable poverty had already been deduced by others. She was now a nouveau riche, and even if she couldn’t take all the extra Tier 1 and Tier 2 Spirit Herbs, she didn’t have much regret in her heart.
She didn’t have a map of the Secret Realm, so she simply went wherever she pleased, only to discover that besides the nice scenery and Spirit Herbs, there weren’t many rare treasures to be found.
Likely, any that were there had already been picked clean.
At this moment, she arrived halfway up a mountain and saw a small house above.
The small house had a fence. If it weren’t in a Secret Realm, it would truly look like a paradise.
This small house was naturally not the first thing she discovered. When she entered, there were already clear signs of it having been rummaged through, and it was remarkably clean.
Besides two mortal books that had been casually flipped through, all that remained were some pieces of furniture made of bamboo.
“Compared to this, I’m not much different…”
This small house might belong to the owner of the Secret Realm, as no one would bother building such a house within a Secret Realm without reason.
Apart from the interior being rummaged through, the surroundings showed signs of long abandonment.
The ivy on the fence had grown densely and hung into the courtyard, and no cultivator had bothered to clear it.
Song Jiulai also flipped through the two books.
The books told two very simple mortal stories.
The first story was about a family that had a baby girl. The baby girl was discovered to have a Purple Spiritual Root, so she was taken as a disciple by a local Sect.
She grew up in the Sect from a young age, never having seen her parents.
It wasn’t until she was over ten years old that she went back to see her parents, but unexpectedly, her parents had already passed away, killed by a local bully who lived in the same area.
No one had told the little girl about this.
After cultivating for over ten years, the little girl questioned the concept of detachment for the first time.
She had never seen her parents since birth, yet she felt immense anger over their deaths.
She wanted to kill the bully, but was stopped by her Master.
Her Master told her that killing indiscriminately was the most taboo thing in the Cultivation World, as it could easily breed inner demons.
She did not succeed.
The first short story ended here.
The second story was about a little boy.
The little boy was born with the most ordinary White Spiritual Root, and could only be a handyman disciple upon entering a Sect.
He worked hard for many years, but still made no progress, remaining at the Mid Qi Condensation Stage.
Later, he suddenly went mad, ambushed and killed his fellow disciples in the dead of night, then escaped from the Sect, his whereabouts unknown.
The story ended here.
These two stories left Song Jiulai somewhat confused.
She scratched her head.
She thought it might be the owner of the Secret Realm, but both stories seemed to not match.
And these were mortal books; they could have been fabricated by mortals.
This didn’t quite feel like the territory of the Myriad Immortal Sect, as Song Jiulai remembered that this area was mostly populated by mortals gathered together, without the concept of villages.
Perhaps it was from a Sect in another region.
Turning to the last page of the book, Song Jiulai suddenly saw a sentence.
【I once had such a beautiful dream, in which I lived in an unbelievably wonderful World. There, cultivation was impossible, yet there were weapons powerful enough to destroy a nation’s cities and states. After I woke up, my Master told me that perhaps I had comprehended the secrets of heaven, or perhaps I was just thinking wildly. Such a World could not exist on the Yunzhou Continent; mortals are insignificant, they are utterly humble.】
【After I woke up, the contents of the dream slowly faded, and I could only vaguely recall two unfamiliar characters, which seemed to be my name. Liu Yao.】
Song Jiulai was shocked.
Almost simultaneously with the System, she exclaimed: “Holy crap!”
It wasn’t that there was anything wrong with this passage.
It was that the writing on the Yunzhou Continent was different from Blue Star.
And after Song Jiulai arrived here, she automatically understood the local script.
But the two characters 【Liu Yao】.
were written in Huaxia language!
The characters of Huaxia!
Song Jiulai’s scalp tingled instantly: “It’s impossible that there’s another transmigrator in this World besides me, right?”
“Impossible!” the System stated decisively: “Only you being chosen by me conforms to the rules; the cost of traversing space-time dimensions is too high.”
It seemed to realize something and paused for a moment before saying: “Perhaps it’s a good thing.”
Song Jiulai anxiously scratched her scalp: “What good thing? Don’t play riddles with me now!”
System: “Aiya, I can’t say. You know that heavenly secrets cannot be leaked, and there are people above me who manage things.”
Song Jiulai: “……”
Damn it!
