Chapter 183

As the wall-breaker who is the leader of the righteous beast, Chen Shicheng is very qualified.

Furthermore, the true form of the Gray Immortal is the same size as Hui Siye, both being mice smaller than a palm, so it only took five minutes to break open a gap large enough for them to crawl out.

This is still because there are some iron wire meshes of the same material as the fence inside the wall; otherwise the speed would be even faster.

"Wuu wuu wuu, finally out!"

"Come in!"

Just as the Gray Immortals came out, they still wanted to hug their heads and cry bitterly, but before their emotions could fully settle, Chen Shicheng threw them all into a storage bag like a sauna room.

Afterwards, he hurriedly followed the sensation and ran towards Hui Siye.

However, just as he reached the cave entrance, he suddenly stopped.

There are three forked passages at the cave entrance; one of them is the prison holding the Gray Immortals. What about the other two? The cut stone blocks and the prison that can generate purple lightning both show that this place was not built by the righteous beast but is a relic. So what treasures might lie at the ends of the other two passages?

Otherwise, the leader of the righteous beast would not have placed its lair here and valued it so highly.

Unfortunately, the sounds of fighting outside have grown weaker and weaker; there's no time now to continue exploring the other two passages.

However, one cannot stay here long, but that doesn't mean other places are impossible. Chen Shicheng checked Hui Siye's position, rolled his eyes, immediately turned direction, and ran towards the shady side of the mountain.

Even though their lair has been attacked, the righteous beasts couldn't leave their limited strength in the graveyard; he conveniently gathered some provisions for La Tiao, so he wouldn't have to constantly gnaw on meat from under the turtle shell when idle.

But when he arrived at the graveyard, Chen Shicheng discovered that this battle seemed to have been won by the Huoyao Bu; they were currently digging up graves, burning corpses, and scattering ashes, venting the anger of years of being beaten without being able to fight back.

He, however, had wasted a little time in the cave and arrived a bit late; all the stone piles within his sight had already been cleared away, leaving only a burning corpse pile.

This slightly made his trip less than perfect, but it's still alright; at least he rescued the Gray Immortals and will soon obtain an immortal artifact, which is already enough, and he didn't hope for too much.

Watching the Huoyao Bu people circle the corpse pile and dance an unknown sacrificial ritual, Chen Shicheng silently waited at the side until they finished venting, then he retrieved the severely damaged Yellow Turban Strongman.

Afterwards, he refused their invitation to join the victory feast, bid farewell to the elder leading the group, and pursued Hui Siye.

The player being followed, that player, also didn't know where they came from; their speed was quite fast—just the time to watch a dance, they had already run ten-odd li, and it seemed they wouldn't stop anytime soon.

Chen Shicheng could only chase after them tightly, but fortunately Hui Siye was following, so he didn't fear losing them.

Thus, after walking and stopping for over half an hour, that player finally stopped at the entrance of an underground cavern, looked around, didn't detect the following Hui Siye, and then rushed in.

A few minutes later, Chen Shicheng arrived belatedly and met up with Hui Siye, who was pacing back and forth at the cave mouth.

"What's wrong, do you have claustrophobia? Why aren't you going in?" Chen Shicheng asked Hui Siye with a strange look.

"I-I."

Hui Siye also didn't know what was wrong; sweating profusely from anxiety, it took him a long time to utter a complete sentence: 'I feel like I sense the aura of our ancestors.' 'Really, are your Gray Immortal Clan members inside?' Chen Shicheng pointed at the underground cavern, somewhat delighted.

How could he not be delighted!

After winding around for tens of thousands of li, he finally managed to bring Hui Siye to the place.

"What are we waiting for? Hurry up and go in; your fellow clansmen must be anxious too." Chen Shicheng patted the storage bag and led the way into the cavern.

However, just as he reached the entrance, a gust of wind from the cavern blew, and he instantly came to his senses, making an abrupt stop in place.

"What's wrong? Why aren't you moving?" Hui Siye asked anxiously.

"Um... you go in yourself; I suddenly remembered I have something to do." Chen Shicheng said somewhat guiltily.

It's not his fault for feeling guilty; back then, Hui Siye could quickly discern the principle behind the Evil Ghost Pill's existence using the Evil Ghost Mask, so an old mouse in the realm of ascending to immortality could certainly see at a glance that something was off with Hui Siye now.

Don't think that just because you returned someone's corpse, you can freely use their primordial spirit as a slave.

Even if you don't think that way, an existence at the pinnacle of the cultivation world is not something you can guess.

Moreover, he recalled how he once had Hui Siye stand guard, scout the path, and even sacrifice himself; how could he not feel guilty?

Hui Siye pondered a bit and discovered Chen Shicheng's little thoughts, then said somewhat amusedly, 'You only realize you're guilty now? What were you thinking earlier? Besides, if you don't go in, what about the immortal artifact? Are you just going to give it up?'

"But you're still here, old man."

Chen Shicheng quickly took out the corpses stored in the storage bag, and also released the dazed Gray Immortals, saying, 'From now on, I'll leave it to you; no need to rush out—I haven't been home in a long time, let's catch up; I'll come find you again the day after tomorrow.'

After saying that, he directly buried a Yánluó Statue nearby, lit some Yinxiang Incense, teleported back to the vicinity of the Tree Hole, ran all the way back to the Huoyao Bu, borrowed a room, and went offline.

As for the immortal artifact issue, the only thing he could do was play the emotional card with Hui Siye, hoping to obtain something practical.

After all, it was merely Hui Siye's suggestion back then, never becoming a system-recognized task; whether the Gray Immortal Clan could produce an immortal artifact as a reward is another matter, and even if they did, he himself had no authority to choose—whatever they gave would be decided by them. Returning to reality, Chen Shicheng leapt up from the bed with a carp's flip, raising a thin layer of dust that looked quite nice in the sunlight.

Of course, this was just the aesthetic feeling of a literary youth; in reality, it was filthy.

Having Bigu Pill allows one to stay logged into the game for a long time, which is indeed very convenient, but real-world hygiene is also a headache.

He first went to the bathroom and took a thorough shower, then changed into clean clothes, went out to resolve the unpleasant taste in his mouth, and afterwards strolled along the bustling street.

Games that can affect reality seem not to have caused any trouble in people's lives; at most they generate a half-month's hype, and people still go to work as they should and live as they should.

On the surface, society has returned to its former tranquility; only by occasionally hearing passersby mention 'game' or 'power' does one realize the world has changed.

"Blue lotus ahhh!"

(End of chapter)