Poison Cultivation

Rest is the best medicine for restoring energy.

Chen Luo slowly woke up and found herself in a cramped, tiny room when she opened her eyes.

The small room was only a few feet in size, containing only a narrow couch, leaving very little room to stand.

In the dim light, Wen Ruan was seen sitting diagonally on the floor beside the couch, her body nestled against the edge of the bed as she fell asleep.

His brows were furrowed with weariness, and his face was haggard. His once bright and lively complexion had faded considerably, and there were faint dark circles under his eyes, clearly caused by days of hard work and sleepless nights.

Chen Luo was startled for a moment, then slowly propped himself up to sit up. The slight movement eventually woke up the lightly sleeping Wen Ruan.

The girl suddenly raised her head, her eyes bloodshot, and looked at Chen Luo, saying joyfully:

"Uncle Luo, you...you're finally awake."

Chen Luo raised his hand to rub his temples. The pain from being disturbed by the evil power of the Soul-Sweeping Bell had finally disappeared, leaving only a trace of dizziness and vertigo lingering in his mind.

He shook his head, leaned against the wall, and asked slowly:

"Where are we? Aren't we at the Li Clan Ancestral Hall?"

Wen Ruan composed herself, her face showing weariness, and answered in a low voice:

"This is the cabin of the Cloud Flying Boat. We have already boarded the boat and flown away from Qingxia Lane."

Chen Luo listened silently, and Wen Ruan then recounted in detail all the changes that had occurred after he fainted.

Since the market was thrown into chaos, war broke out everywhere, and the residences of the surrounding noble families were all attacked by rogue cultivators, spreading chaos in all directions.

On that day, Elder Sun of the Sanxia Sect was determined to defend the third-order Xuan Yuan Zhen Hai Grand Array, hoping to use this barrier to protect the scattered cultivators from all directions and leave them a glimmer of hope.

However, the major clans suffered heavy losses, and their members were killed one after another. People were in a state of panic and had no intention of defending themselves. Everyone was looking for a way to escape.

The tide was raging, and the people's hearts were broken. Even though Elder Sun had a heart full of benevolence, he could not hold up the situation alone.

He could only sigh and order everyone to retreat.

Not long after Chen Luo fainted, Li Ya, the head of the Li family, along with four Foundation Establishment cultivators, returned to help, covering the Li family's elders and weak members as they boarded the flying boat.

Seeing the giant ship hovering high above them and still offering a chance to escape, the wandering cultivators, with nowhere else to go, went berserk and swarmed forward, desperately attacking and blocking it.

However, Foundation Establishment cultivators possess profound cultivation and formidable defenses; how could ordinary cultivators possibly shake them?

In the end, they could only watch helplessly as the members of the Sanxia Sect and other prominent families calmly boarded the ship and sailed away.

At this point, Wen Ruan paused slightly, her expression lowered, leaving a moment for Chen Luo to slowly process these dramatic changes.

After a moment, her ears burned slightly, her expression shy, and she continued in a low voice:

"We are now heading to Chixia Lane."

The flying boat was overcrowded, and cabins were scarce. I... since I am Uncle Luo's concubine, and my status is already established, the steward has assigned you and me to share a small room."

Upon hearing this, Chen Luo suddenly understood. No wonder the cabin was so cramped and small, making it difficult to move around and even stretching one's legs was quite restricted. So that was the reason.

He nodded slightly and asked slowly:

"How many days have I been unconscious? How much longer will it take us to reach Chixia Lane?"

Wen Ruan answered softly:

"Uncle Luo has been in a coma for four days. Xiao Gongfeng once said that the journey by airship is long and the road ahead is far. It will take more than three months to reach Chixia Fang."

The territory of the Seven Star Sea is vast and boundless, with its various towns and cities located far apart, spanning an astonishingly large area.

In addition, the Cloud Flying Boat was originally a large cargo ship, not a flying chariot for cultivators to travel long distances. Its speed was slow and limited, so the journey was long and took much longer.

Chen Luo nodded slightly, his gaze falling on Wen Ruan's haggard and weary face. A pang of pity rose in his heart, and he said softly:

"I have rested well and my energy has been fully restored."

This small room contains only one bed. You have been working hard for days and have not been able to get a good night's sleep. Please rest here for a while.

I'll go out for a walk and check on the situation on the boat.

Wen Ruan responded softly, gently moved aside to make way for Chen Luo to slowly walk out of the cabin.

As soon as you step outside, you see that the long, narrow corridor is filled with goods everywhere.

Various ores, medicinal herbs, and refined iron ore were piled up in layers, bundled in bags like mountains, so densely packed that only a narrow passage remained, barely enough for one person to pass through.

Chen Luo had no choice but to conceal himself, sidestep, and slowly move forward.

After a long and winding journey, we finally arrived at the deck of the airship, only to find it teeming with people and incredibly crowded.

Countless cultivators gathered here, some sitting cross-legged in meditation, regulating their breathing and absorbing spiritual energy.

Or they might gather in twos and threes, chatting quietly about current events and turmoil.

Even on the towering masts, monks found a place to stand, sitting quietly in the wind, passing the days in quiet contemplation.

Looking into the distance, the vast sea of ​​clouds surges and rolls, with thousands of layers of silver waves and boundless mist.

Some even used their escape light to traverse the clouds, racing each other to dispel the loneliness of the long journey.

Chen Luo was aloof by nature. Seeing the noisy scene, he had no intention of staying any longer, so he quietly turned around and retreated from the deck along the same route.

Following the winding paths of the boat, he found a secluded and deserted corner. After checking that there was no danger, he calmed himself and quietly began to take stock of the spoils he had obtained after this fierce battle.

First, open Feng Wude's storage bag.

Besides the Soul-Slaying Bell, there were also twenty-four low-grade spirit stones, various bottles and jars, herbs and poisons in the bag.

In addition, there was a pearl the size of a longan, a low-grade alchemy furnace, and several jade slips.

Chen Luo glanced at the jade slip and found that it mainly contained methods for identifying and recognizing medicinal herbs.

For him, who had already inherited the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect's legacy, it was utterly useless.

He shook his head, picked up the pearl, and found it smooth, round, and shiny, looking quite familiar.

"Um...isn't this the same pearl I picked up?"

Surprised, he quickly took out the other pearl and compared the two.

They discovered that both the weight and size were exactly the same.

Even when the two pearls approached each other, their luster became even brighter.

Chen Luo felt a strange sensation in his heart and pondered in his eyes, feeling that the two beads might be related in some way.

However, even with his keen eyesight, he couldn't see anything at the moment.

Suppressing that thought, Chen Luo opened Wu Ce's storage bag again.

Compared to Feng Wude, this body cultivator was more than twice as wealthy.

The bag contained two mid-grade spirit stones, as well as forty-six low-grade spirit stones and twenty-seven broken spirit stones.

In addition, there were seventeen bottles of body-refining elixirs;

Six low-grade first-tier magic artifacts, two mid-grade first-tier magic artifacts, and one high-grade first-tier magic artifact;

Bloodstains were faintly visible on the magical artifact, clearly indicating that Wu Ce had been involved in numerous robberies and plunders in the past.

However, this was not the most surprising thing for Chen Luo.

What truly caught his eye was yet another pearl.

The same size and weight of longan, both radiant with light.

It was exactly the same as the other two in his hand.

"How strange, both Feng Wude and Wu Ce have pearls in their possession. What a coincidence!"

He frowned, sensing that the matter could not be explained by mere coincidence.

I cherish and store the pearls carefully for now, thinking I'll discover them again in the future.

After doing all this, he lowered his gaze to the only superior-grade magic artifact in Wu Ce's bag.