Chapter 434: Farewell to Qinghu

Chengxin monk nodded and said: "Indeed, I too find this puzzling. Your sect isn't small; in the future various people will come. Must we use this same task for everyone? At least change the name a bit!"

Wei Yuning noticed that Chengxin monk's resentment seemed to be growing, and after a moment of thought said: "Could it be Patriarch Xuanmiaozi? He loves to wander everywhere!"

"That cultivator who 'conveys the Dao through literature'? Hey, if it's that fellow cultivator, that'd be great; I'd love to meet him. It's been a long time since I had something fresh to do!" Chengxin monk exclaimed excitedly.

Wei Yuning looked at Chengxin and suddenly said: "Master, do you want to leave here? If you intend to go, I will certainly not stop you!"

Chengxin monk's body froze, then he sighed and said softly: "I can't say for sure, but I'm born restless. Yet with the Dark Clan ravaging now, it isn't the time for caprice; still, if the chance arises, I'd like to roam around."

Wei Yuning replied irritably: "We're old friends; you could have said that earlier!" After a pause he continued: "When the Fengbo Pavilion tavern gets on track, there will certainly be more people. If anyone wishes to leave, I won't oppose, but as long as the companions don't mind and are willing to stay, I'll gladly welcome them. Speaking of it, for us cultivators, opening a restaurant is no different from founding a sect; you must both cultivate and earn money, both are essential. So, if you regarded the Fengbo Pavilion tavern as Yunyin Sect or Blackwater Temple, would you find it more acceptable?"

Chengxin monk was stunned; after a while he showed admiration and said: "I used to say you have a karmic bond with the Buddha; today I am even more convinced. With the Buddha in one's heart, everywhere is cultivation. I have been taught today. Very well, I will no longer speak of leaving."

Wei Yuning automatically filtered out Chengxin monk's nonsense, but his not mentioning leaving was a genuine relief. Since arriving in the Spirit Beast World, he has met countless friends, yet those he can truly confide in have become fewer, and he really can't bear to lose Chengxin as a friend.

"Is this the agreed spot? Should I step aside?" After the small talk, Wei Yuning returned to business.

"Yes, under the red maple tree opposite the 'Guest Return Inn' in Red Leaf Alley, three days, no extensions! If the other party goes to the Bounty Office daily, they certainly won't miss it. As for you, I think there's no need to avoid it; only a few in Green Forest Guard City can threaten you." Chengxin said.

Wei Yuning chuckled softly, saying nothing. Chengxin monk's spiritual perception was keen, and he understood Wei Yuning's changes best.

In fact, he still didn't know how strong he was. After eating the miraculous fruit from the dead tree, his Qi and blood power became immensely strong; although his cultivation realm didn't change, he estimated his base longevity exceeded one hundred thousand years. More importantly, being a mortal-body cultivator, this overwhelming Qi‑blood force fit his body perfectly, allowing him to effortlessly employ the 'Shadowless Blade' technique from the Yulong Mountain Primordial Spirit.

The Shadowless Blade, a Daoist art, forcefully pierces the void with mortal strength; whether attacking foes or fleeing, it is extremely convenient. No wonder the countless Yulong Mountain enemies of old lived carefree.

They arrived early today; even now the sun is still a stretch short of noon.

After waiting an hour, Wei Yuning, whose meditation was still poor, said: "Master, I'll walk around and bring back some local food!"

Chengxin Master subtly nodded, his eyes still closed, and continued meditating.

Wei Yuning followed the winding Red Leaf Alley inward.

Green Forest Guard City is a beautiful metropolis, green everywhere, unlike the barren green of the Spirit Beast World. Everything here is orderly, clean, and exudes a tranquil, timeless feeling. It lacks the ethereal, otherworldly scenery of Yunyin Sect, resembling an ancient city on Earth.

Yet the ground‑skimming cultivators and the omnipresent spiritual aura reminded Wei Yuning that this is a cultivation world.

Green Forest Guard City has few permanent residents in any real sense; true immortals treat it merely as a leisure spot, while cultivators yet to transcend the tribulation use it as a stepping stone into the Immortal City, and various realms' forces also maintain outposts here.

Living and spending are costly here, so most residents, regardless of former status, must find ways to earn a living; numerous low‑threshold shops such as grocery stores, eateries, and inns abound, along with notices from various sects recruiting disciples.

Wei Yuning, as he walked, felt deeply moved by the myriad ways of survival in the cultivation world.

In terms of comfort, staying in the Small World is best, but regarding opportunities, the difference is like clouds and mud. Cultivation techniques treasured by minor sects in the Small World are here merely items sold in a corner of a grocery store, though still pricey.

Unfortunately, merely reaching Green Forest Guard City costs more than ordinary cultivators can afford. Those who need it can't arrive; those who arrive can't afford it, and those who do arrive no longer need such low‑level techniques.

Thus, for Ye Ying's late-stage enlightened cultivation to hold its own here is truly a miracle, since other low‑level cultivators usually rely on major forces.

After wandering for an hour, rejecting recruitment from three sects, a tug from a wandering firefly, close shoves from two pickpockets, a scorn from a grocery shop owner, and arena duel invitations from three cultivators, Wei Yuning returned with two palm‑sized gourds.

The gourds are spatial storage items; the space is small, equivalent to a low‑grade small universe bag, about the capacity of an ordinary wine jar. Wei Yuning valued them because they are real plants, and the gourds also contain a few seeds.

According to the owner, these gourds are an unknown‑generation hybrid of spatial gourds; they're not very useful, but their collectible value is considerable.

As a wood‑spirit root cultivator, Wei Yuning naturally wouldn't pass up such a rare plant; he exchanged ten flawless Rejuvenation Pills for the two gourds.

From afar, Wei Yuning spotted Chengxin and was startled; beside him, two cultivators had appeared.

One cultivator he didn't recognize, the other was completely unexpected— it was the long‑missing senior brother Qinghu.

That day, senior brother Qinghu's flying spirit boat was attacked by a hidden White‑Fur tribe, and only he escaped.

Wei Yuning's thoughts flashed, taking on the appearance of Yulong Mountain, and he walked toward Chengxin monk.

Chengxin monk, with a flick of his eye, had already noticed Wei Yuning's arrival. He showed a rare look of appreciation for Wei Yuning's quick adaptation.

When Wei Yuning passed by his side, Chengxin monk deliberately spoke, and the words reached his ear clearly: "Fellow cultivators, you must be mistaken. I belong to the Buddha cultivation lineage, never speak falsehoods. I don't know whom you're looking for, but I am certainly not the person you seek."