Chapter 154 - 141: A Visitor

Chapter 154: Chapter 141: A Visitor

They chatted for a moment.

Xu Li then led the pair to inspect the island’s Spirit Fields.

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.

On the third floor of the small villa at the center of the summit on Ten Thousand Snake Lake Island.

HAAAAH...

Li Changsheng slowly exhaled a turbid breath and opened his eyes.

He focused inward, inspecting his own condition.

[Target: Li Changsheng]

[Cultivation: Qi Cultivation Seventh Layer (75%)]

[Cultivation Technique: "Blood River Refining Yang True Skill (7/12)" Attributes: Blood Toxin, Yang Malevolence]

[Magic: Three-leaf Spirit Absorption Vein Map "Minor Accomplishment 13%," Spirit Pact (Incomplete) "Minor Accomplishment 87%," Golden Tortoise Shield "Minor Accomplishment 51%," ...]

’This Condensing Vein Realm Technique really is incredible...’

Li Changsheng couldn’t help but marvel once again.

He took one Spirit Fusion Pill every two days to speed up his cultivation, and one Spirit Stabilizing Pill every seven days to purify his Spiritual Power.

His cultivation progressed by leaps and bounds, and after just half a month, he was on the verge of breaking through to the Qi Cultivation Eighth Layer.

And this was all without any Spiritual Objects suitable for his technique. Otherwise, his cultivation speed would have been even faster.

Thinking of this, Li Changsheng murmured to himself, "I wonder when Senior Brother Tan will return, and if there’s any word on the Blood Essence and Fire Malevolence I asked him to get for me..."

He then sat cross-legged again and meditated for a short while.

Before long, Li Changsheng retracted his Spiritual Power, scooped up the lazy Xiaobai, and headed downstairs.

After stepping outside,

He casually placed Xiaobai on a lounge chair and stretched lazily. After going through a few sloppy Tai Chi motions, he headed into the kitchen, urged on by Little Xiaohua’s impatient grunts.

A short while later,

Wisps of cooking smoke began to rise, and the crisp sound of chopping vegetables echoed from the kitchen.

In the small courtyard,

Big Flower and Xiaohua lay together in front of the courtyard gate.

Meanwhile, Little Xiaohua was lying by the kitchen door.

The cub had already grown to over a meter long but still had the same goofy temperament. It squealed as it ran back and forth across the courtyard, periodically sniffing at things and giving them a nudge.

And in the beast pen, the Snow Sheep were bleating back and forth to each other.

Li Changsheng had long wanted to find a good home for them—at the very least, one where they wouldn’t be eaten. After some thought, he realized his only options were to give them to Xu Li or to Dong Yao and her husband.

However, Xu Li considered it too much trouble and politely declined.

Dong Yao and her husband hadn’t returned to the island since their last visit, so the matter had been put on hold.

As for the island’s Spirit Fields,

Once Yan Shaoyuan and Hao Yuegui had settled in, they built a wooden house for themselves at the edge of the summit and began methodically cultivating the Spirit Fields.

When it came to professionalism, even Li Changsheng had to be impressed.

As expected of cultivators from the Cyan Yang Sect, the two of them were meticulous in their work.

Within half a month, they had tilled all twenty-one of the island’s remaining Tier Two Low-grade Spirit Fields, aside from Li Changsheng’s own three mu. They were quickly putting the fields to good use, planting an entire mu with Spirit Medicine each day.

Yan Shaoyuan was in charge of planting Spirit Medicine on ten mu of these fields.

Of the remaining eleven mu of Spirit Fields, Hao Yuegui tended to six, and Xu Li managed five.

Li Changsheng was more than happy with this arrangement. He only made his inspection rounds once every three days and never interfered.

.

Just as he was cooking the pig feed,

At the edge of the island,

Dong Yao and Wu Yong walked across the water’s surface, leading two little girls about a meter tall, and soon stepped onto the island.

However, before the four of them could start walking up the slope,

A heavy Spiritual Pressure suddenly washed over them, pressing down on their minds like a small mountain. Instantly, they found themselves unable to move a single step.

A sharp, low voice then reached their ears.

"This is not a place for you. Leave at once."

Dong Yao and Wu Yong fared better; their faces only turned a little pale.

The two little girls, however, were terrified. Tears welled up in their eyes, but they didn’t dare make a sound.

Wu Yong and Dong Yao exchanged a look before Wu Yong called out respectfully, "Senior, my wife and I have come to see Steward Li."

Wu Yong quickly added, "My grandfather, Dong Xing, and Steward Li are good friends. You need only ask, Senior, and you will know it is true."

For a long moment, there was no reply, but the Spiritual Pressure enveloping the group slowly dissipated.

A moment later,

An indifferent voice sounded in their ears.

"Wait."