Chapter 76: I’ve Contributed to the Organization

Seeing the Treasure-Seeking Tower’s utter bootlicking behavior, Lu Yuan felt considerable disdain.

He felt as though some kind of smell was drifting over from the Treasure-Seeking Tower, and his divine sense quietly moved away from the wooden house.

“Damn it, this is basically an upgraded cultivation-world version of that migrant-worker simp. At least he only wanted to drink bathwater. You piece of wood even eat feces…”

Lu Yuan silently roasted it.

The Treasure-Seeking Tower craned its neck and waited eagerly, hoping the Red-Footed Golden Crow would drop a few more golden clumps.

The Red-Footed Golden Crow ignored the Treasure-Seeking Tower. After moving around outside the stone cave for a while, it grabbed the Phoenix-Resting Wutong Wood and went straight back inside the stone cave.

After all, the stone cave was filled with scorching magma, which was the most ideal living environment for the Phoenix-Resting Wutong Wood.

Seeing this, the Treasure-Seeking Tower stretched out two long, segmented legs and slowly crawled to the outside of the stone cave.

Perhaps because it sensed the terrifying temperature coming from inside the stone cave, it lingered at the entrance for a long time, yet never found the courage to go in.

It obediently stayed outside the stone cave, unmoving for ages.

It looked like a devoted lover waiting in longing.

Seeing this, Lu Yuan’s mischievous streak rose. Spirit energy surged above the Treasure-Seeking Tower, and the billowing spirit energy turned into threads of rain.

Countless raindrops fell onto the wooden house’s head, making it look exactly like those devoted second male leads he had once seen waiting bitterly in the rain.

Hm?

Lu Yuan suddenly realized this design did not seem to have any effect.

This tragic wooden house’s head was way too big. Not a single drop of rain had landed on its body!

Careless. He had forgotten that this huge head was basically a roof. Rain was nothing to worry about.

He then shifted his attention to the cave abode, which had expanded by more than ten times.

While he was thinking about how to plan out the cave abode, he happened to notice that the Treasure-Seeking Tower had already left the stone cave.

It was rummaging around among the spiritual herbs, turning over the soil in some places several times.

Through his divine sense, Lu Yuan could see that the wooden house would occasionally dig out a fragment of a ritual implement, a broken flying sword, or a talisman that was nearly useless from among the spiritual herbs.

The Treasure-Seeking Tower was not picky at all. Whenever it saw something it liked, it immediately stretched out an arm and stuffed it into its own body.

Great. It had instantly become a wilderness scavenger again…

Lu Yuan shook his head and resolved to renovate the area that had originally been the outer edge of the cave abode, but was now the core region.

First, he planned to scatter some of the ungraded and first-rank spiritual herbs inside the cave abode across various areas, rather than keeping them densely planted together.

Previously, the entire cave abode had not been large, and several key places such as the stone cave, the Sword Bone Ground, and the pool had taken up a substantial area, so the numerous low-rank spiritual herbs had ended up growing everywhere.

Now that the cave abode’s radius had expanded to a thousand zhang, the low-rank spiritual herbs could be planted separately.

If you wanted to farm, first you had to chop trees.

At present, the outer area of the cave abode was mainly filled with oddly shaped trees. Lu Yuan decided to clear out a large batch first, so he could divide the area into sections for planting spiritual herbs.

When it came to chopping trees, naturally he had to send out the Silver-Thread Mantis, which had been bitterly training its blade arts all this time.

After hacking at peach blossoms in the peach grove for so long, it had already developed a set of wondrously skillful blade arts. Chopping trees was as easy as cutting melons and vegetables. Regardless of size, each tree was split apart with one slash.

As for the chopped-down trees, aside from a small number used for construction in certain areas, most of the rest were bound and carried away by the enormous Blood-Devouring Vine, then thrown outside the cave abode.

After clearing out a large spiritual field, Lu Yuan had the Little Paper Man scatter spirit seeds across it.

Most of the spirit seeds came from Ma Mingyuan, while a smaller portion came from light orb rewards opened inside the stone cave.

Of course, most of this smaller batch of spirit seeds were premium spiritual herbs, rare and uncommon, with no lack of first-rank spiritual herbs among them.

Next, it was the Python-Sparrow Eel’s turn to act. It stirred its patterned wings and flew one lap over the spiritual field, and strands of spirit energy seeped into the soil.

Nourished by the rich, abundant spirit energy, all sorts of spirit seeds sprouted one after another. The pale green shoots looked vibrant, brimming with life and fresh green vitality.

Inside the core region, the pool occupied a fairly large area.

So Lu Yuan had the earth-and-wood brother, the Stone Marrow Spirit, take action. It assimilated and shifted the earth and stone inside the cave abode, digging out a water pit forty to fifty zhang in length and width along the direction from the pool toward the outside of the cave abode.

The spiritual spring inside the pool poured into the water pit. Very soon, a small lake formed.

The only pity was that there were only three fish in the lake: one second-rank Python-Sparrow Eel and two big-headed strange fish whose combat power could be ignored.

As a result, the difficulty of Lu Yuan’s occasional fishing rose in a straight line. Every day, he came back empty-handed, and could only pick spiritual herbs from his own cave abode to console himself.

Just like that, his days were full and leisurely. In a cave abode, time left no trace.

Outside the Black Jade Tower, the cultivator who had explored the cave abode twice in a row successfully returned to his base camp.

After his identity was verified, he entered the great building.

Although he looked somewhat dusty and disheveled, this ordinary high-level Qi Refining cultivator felt immensely pleased with himself.

After the information from the first exploration of the secret realm had been sent back, he had suffered criticism and punishment because of the secret realm’s subsequent changes.

This time, having confirmed it again, he was brimming with confidence.

What I lost last time, I will definitely take back with my own hands!

As soon as he entered the Black Jade Tower’s great building, the ordinary cultivator felt that the atmosphere was a little off.

The fellow cultivators coming and going all subconsciously moved aside when they saw him approach. Even an early Foundation Establishment cultivator with whom he had previously had a fair amount of friendship did the same.

“What happened?” The ordinary cultivator felt that something was wrong.

“Uncle-Master Huang.”

At that moment, a familiar figure entered his sight. The cultivator’s heart gave a sudden thump, and he hurriedly lowered his head, addressing him respectfully.

The Uncle-Master Huang he spoke of was a withered old man with mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivation. He was in charge of internal punishments within the Black Jade Tower in Cangxing City. Once he appeared in front of someone, it meant that person might have violated certain rules.

Therefore, the cultivators inside the tower all avoided him like the plague, terrified of getting involved with him.

“Mm? You’re back from that secret realm?”

The withered old man asked the cultivator weakly.

At this moment, on top of his head, a small bluish-black ghost was crouching there, its face full of enjoyment as it absorbed something from his scalp.

Two bluish-black little ghosts crawled back and forth around his neck, letting out eerie laughs from time to time. Patch after patch of bluish-black handprints were left on his neck, lingering for a long while without fading.

There was also a bluish-black little ghost clutching the clothes on his back. From time to time, its small, bloodless head poked out from various places around his waist and back, staring fixedly at the cultivator as though playing hide-and-seek with him.

“Reporting to Uncle-Master, yes, I have returned from the secret realm. The information concerning the secret realm was already transmitted back ahead of time.”

The ordinary cultivator answered cautiously.

“Is that so? Then what about the Foundation Establishment uncle-master who went to the secret realm with you?”

“Ah? What happened to Uncle-Master? After entering the secret realm, we acted separately. She went inside the stone cave to explore, while I stayed outside the secret realm to record things.”

“Her soul lamp has gone out.”

“The first time you entered that secret realm, when she went later, an extra restriction appeared there. The second time you went, you said there wasn’t any danger. In the end, a Foundation Establishment cultivator died inside the secret realm you claimed had no danger.”

“I’d like to see whether you’ve hidden something!”

As he spoke, a bluish-black little ghost leapt swiftly onto the cultivator’s head, excitedly burrowing into his skull.

“Uncle-Master, I’ve contributed to the organization! I shed blood in the secret realm! You can’t treat me like this! I want to see the tower master!”

Amid his agonized screams, the bluish-black little ghost peeled up a piece of scalp, transformed into a puddle of bluish-black gel, and seeped inside, swelling the cultivator’s head much larger.

“Then let’s first try my Infant Ghost Soul-Searching Art.”

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