Chapter 215: Rain Falls, the Corpse Jiao Approaches

“Little Brother Chu, which sect are you from?” Zhong Ting couldn’t help asking on the road.

Chu Danqing gave him a strange feeling—if he were truly clueless, how could he possess so many hidden cards?

But if you asked him about feng shui or occult matters, he only knew a little surface knowledge.

It was utterly inconsistent with the power he displayed.

This left Zhong Ting utterly baffled.

It was mainly because it defied all logic—like seeing a sturdy house with no foundation.

“Just a wild fox sect,” Chu Danqing replied casually.

He wasn’t lying—he truly was a wild fox sect disciple, with no proper master or lineage.

“That joke of yours isn’t funny,” Zhong Ting naturally didn’t believe him: “If you’re a wild fox sect disciple, what am I?”

The Mystic Lady Fungus might be insignificant in Cangmang Guling, but it wasn’t something he could underestimate.

Even without the other ferocious creatures, Zhong Ting himself couldn’t kill the Mystic Lady Fungus—his best outcome would be sacrificing his own life to temporarily seal it and buy time.

Yet Chu Danqing had effortlessly slain them all.

Such power could never belong to a so-called wild fox sect disciple.

“You? You’re clearly the heir of Kui Star Kicking the Dipper—what else could you be?” Chu Danqing sighed helplessly; even when telling the truth, no one believed him.

Seeing Chu Danqing’s attitude, Zhong Ting gave up asking further—it was obvious he wouldn’t speak, and pressing further would be pointless.

He suspected Chu Danqing might be an heir of some obscure sect, rarely heard of but quietly growing in secrecy.

Especially in this chaotic age, seizing the right opportunity could lead to a sudden rise.

The two returned silently to Huanglong Village; the villagers, seeing their rescued comrades, wore expressions of relief and joy.

【Task completed. You received: Paradise Points ×5000, Attribute Points +3】

At the same time, Chu Danqing’s task was also completed.

But someone was about to suffer.

The village chief’s sale of the Princess’s Tomb location to soldiers and tomb raiders was soon exposed.

Upon learning this, the villagers immediately beat the chief’s entire family to death with their fists.

Chu Danqing didn’t stop them—he brought trouble upon himself through greed, and without a Paradise task, why should he clean up after them?

Especially since they showed no sign of remorse, they had no value to be helped.

“Savior, we’re planning to move,” a newly elected village chief approached Chu Danqing, speaking nervously.

“That’s good. Where are you planning to go?” Chu Danqing asked.

“We hope the Savior can guide us,” the new chief continued. “You’re clearly a great person from outside—just a crumb from your fingers would be enough for us mountain folk for a lifetime.”

Good heavens—he’d misunderstood Chu Danqing.

“I can’t guide you. I know nothing of the outside world. Why not ask this man?” Chu Danqing pointed to Zhong Ting.

Zhong Ting, hearing this, sighed helplessly: “I’m just a private tutor—I can’t even properly arrange resettlement.”

“I think you should find a new spot on the outskirts of Cangmang Guling.”

“Outside is chaotic with war—Cangmang Guling is still safer,” Zhong Ting spoke truthfully.

It was only because your chief’s greed led to this—otherwise, your village had stood here for decades.

Nothing happened before because no one had felt greed.

“This… this…” the new chief knew some things about the outside world; he’d originally hoped to bring the whole village under the protection of the “great person” Chu Danqing.

They didn’t ask for much—no wealth or luxury, just enough to eat.

But even that was a luxury in these war-torn times.

“I can’t help you,” Chu Danqing said, then added: “I entered Cangmang Guling to find the tomb of Prince Yuanping, to retrieve something to save a life.”

“The tomb lies beneath the Huanglong River, but the river is vast—finding it won’t be easy.”

“So I thought I’d ask you,” Chu Danqing said bluntly, though he obscured his true intent.

Hearing this, the new chief’s expression darkened.

I thought you were kind-hearted, but you’re just another scoundrel.

Yet since Chu Danqing had saved their lives, he couldn’t say anything harsh.

As for Chu Danqing seeking something to save a life? What did that have to do with them? They couldn’t even save themselves.

“I’m afraid we can’t help you, Little Brother Chu,” the new chief said uncomfortably. “You’ve seen—we’re relocating. We simply lack the strength.”

Chu Danqing felt uneasy hearing this.

He hadn’t even asked them to help—just to answer a question—and yet they refused so bluntly.

Even Zhong Ting’s expression turned sour—it was pure exploitation: use them when needed, discard them afterward.

“Fine, I understand,” Chu Danqing replied coldly, then turned to Zhong Ting: “Let’s find it ourselves.”

Zhong Ting nodded and followed him away.

“A bunch of greedy, ungrateful fools,” Zhong Ting glanced back and saw Huanglong Village’s villagers slowly packing up.

Clearly, they thought the danger had passed—even if relocating, they’d take every possession.

Unlike the last village, which fled overnight even after the threat was gone.

“In your estimation, when will the Corpse Jiao arrive? Will it help us find Prince Yuanping’s tomb?” Chu Danqing asked.

As for warning Huanglong Village’s villagers? Chu Danqing had no obligation.

He saved them; their fear and refusal to help was understandable—but refusing to even explain the situation was infuriating.

Chu Danqing naturally felt resentment.

Besides, they knew about the Huanglong River’s rising waters and ignored it—who could blame them if disaster struck?

He wasn’t some foolish do-gooder who repaid evil with virtue.

“Honestly? It helps nothing—it’ll only make our search harder,” Zhong Ting said.

The texts of Kui Star Kicking the Dipper mention Prince Yuanping’s burial beneath the Huanglong River, but only vaguely.

If there were detailed records, it would mean the tomb had already been looted.

Then Chu Danqing’s journey here would be in vain.

“So how confident are you?” Chu Danqing pressed.

This task belonged to a professional—Chu Danqing’s feng shui knowledge wasn’t just superficial; it was rote memorization.

He could only rely on Zhong Ting.

Though Zhong Ting was cautious about his own life, his word was absolute.

Even when he had the chance to flee with the Centipede Pearl, he didn’t—he sought out Chu Danqing the moment the battle ended.

“Seventy percent—provided we don’t encounter a moving Jiao,” Zhong Ting said. The moment he finished, a single raindrop fell from the sky.

His expression shifted slightly.

“It’s raining. Does that mean the Corpse Jiao is approaching?” Chu Danqing didn’t understand this world’s underworld feng shui, but he saw Zhong Ting’s reaction.

“Just light rain—probably coincidence,” Zhong Ting said, though he had no real confidence.

How many coincidences could there be in this world?

“Find a high place and observe,” Chu Danqing said, quickly choosing an elevated spot.

Zhong Ting nodded and followed, his mind racing over how to stop the Corpse Jiao.

If it were merely a Corpse Jiao, he thought Chu Danqing had a strong chance.

But if it were a moving Jiao, Zhong Ting saw no hope at all.

The Corpse Jiao now wasn’t just a ferocious creature—it had harnessed the power of storm and flood.

Fighting it was like opposing heaven and earth itself—how could human strength prevail?

The best course was to ignore the moving Jiao—wait until the Corpse Jiao left, and the rain would cease and water levels drop.

Moreover, the Corpse Jiao’s buildup would draw away even more water, making Prince Yuanping’s tomb easier to find.

On the way, he explained his analysis to Chu Danqing: let’s find a safe place and wait two days.

As for Huanglong Village possibly being destroyed? Neither man mentioned it.

They ignored the debt of salvation—why risk helping them again?

What was the point?

Chu Danqing respected their caution—and their choice.

Like Wei Chu, he’d offered guidance, but Wei Chu chose his own path.

Chu Danqing wouldn’t force him—he simply let him bear the consequences.

“What if I just killed the Corpse Jiao?” Chu Danqing muttered.

Could its materials count as dragon-class materials?

In other trial worlds, dragon-like creatures often did.

But in this world, a Jiao was essentially a human corpse.

“Huh?” Zhong Ting, hearing this, felt like he could barely breathe.

He’d just said the Jiao had heaven’s timing and earth’s advantage—human strength couldn’t oppose it.

So you didn’t hear a single word I said?

“Even if you win, the rising water levels will make finding Prince Yuanping’s tomb even harder,” Zhong Ting said helplessly.

Chu Danqing watched the drizzle turn into steady raindrops, reached out, caught a handful, and said: “I’m not so sure.”

【Side Quest: Terminate the Moving Jiao’s Transformation into a Dragon within 24 Hours】

【Trial Difficulty: A-Rank (Hero）】

[Trial Reward: Paradise Points ×10000, Attribute Points +4]

[Trial Failure: Paradise Points -20000, Random Attribute -1]

As the rain intensified, Chu Danqing activated the corresponding side quest.

This was good news for him.

A side quest meant it was related to the trial task.

Just as helping Zhong Ting slay the corpse centipede had been a side quest, granting Chu Danqing a guide—a descendant of Kui Xing Ti Dou skilled in fengshui.

From him, Chu Danqing gained vast intelligence about this trial world and used it to locate the tomb of Prince Yuanping, aiding his trial task.

Hidden quests, by contrast, primarily offered rewards tied to worldbuilding and hidden plotlines, with limited direct benefit to the trial task.

(End of Chapter)