Chapter 1074: Great Destruction Realm, Three Great Natural Disasters

What met his eyes was a delicate, refined face without a trace of makeup, its surprise unable to conceal an underlying, deep-seated fatigue.

Ever since the other party had returned, Luo Chen had feigned sleep, secretly observing her movements.

Being this cautious wasn't because Luo Chen was paranoid; it was simply that his current state did not allow for any carelessness.

Fortunately, the other party acted normally, and her movements in caring for his eating and drinking were quite practiced. Luo Chen naturally felt this obvious goodwill, which was why he had taken the initiative to wake up.

"Luo Chen?"

The woman in the coarse-cloth dress murmured the name, then, as if remembering something, subconsciously grabbed at her collar, which was revealing a hint of her skin.

"You were already awake earlier?"

Luo Chen lay on the bed, his nose twitching slightly as he responded, "Mm."

"Doesn't that mean when I was bathing and changing earlier..." As she spoke, the woman's cheeks turned red, looking exceptionally beautiful under the flickering firelight.

But the woman looked carefully at Luo Chen's state; his body hadn't moved at all from start to finish, so he shouldn't have seen the earlier scene. She naturally realized she was overthinking it.

"My name is Jing Lan. 'Jing' as in thorns, 'Lan' as in orchid."

"Mm."

It was another simple response, as if to say he understood.

Jing Lan carefully examined the man's handsome, chiseled face and asked cautiously, "Are you a native of this Great Destruction Realm, or did you come from outside?"

Great Destruction Realm?

Luo Chen's expression remained unchanged, but he was quite surprised inwardly.

Although Jing Lan didn't receive a response, it was as if her inner suspicions had already been confirmed.

"You just woke up and your energy is low. Eat your meal and get some rest early! I have work tomorrow; we can talk when you're in better condition later."

As Jing Lan spoke, she handed over the spoon containing the thin porridge.

Luo Chen glanced at her and opened his mouth.

The warm porridge flowed down his throat into his stomach, bringing a touch of warmth in this bleak, cold night.

Because Luo Chen actively cooperated, the feeding went much smoother than before. Jing Lan wiped his mouth with a handkerchief while feeding him, and it was over in a short while.

Jing Lan tucked Luo Chen in, then went off on her own to wash the bowls and chopsticks.

After finishing all this, Jing Lan said "Sleep early," and then the room fell silent, with only the crackling sound of burning firewood remaining.

Perhaps because his stomach was full, Luo Chen's body managed to muster a bit more strength.

He struggled to turn his face to the right, sweeping his peripheral vision over the places he hadn't seen before.

In the small room, an iron chain hung down with a pot tied to it, and below that was a place similar to a fire pit.

At this moment, in the fire pit, firewood and a few white stones were burning slowly together.

In the corner opposite the fire pit, the woman slept in her clothes, quickly falling into a deep slumber.

However, even in her deep sleep, Jing Lan's brows remained furrowed, as if she were troubled by something.

Luo Chen withdrew his gaze, and a wave of fatigue surged up.

"This body now..."

With a sigh, Luo Chen also fell into a deep sleep.

Footsteps sounded by his ear, followed by a clinking noise.

Luo Chen could feel the quilt covering him being pulled back slightly. He took the opportunity to open his eyes, meeting those clear pupils directly.

"You're awake?"

"Mm."

"It rained ghost rain all night last night. I need to go check the situation in the fields, or this year's harvest will be in trouble. In the afternoon, I have to go to the smoke workshop in town to work, so I won't be back. It's hot during the day, so the quilt shouldn't be covered too tightly. I'll be back tonight..."

Jing Lan chattered on for a few sentences. Before leaving, she hesitated slightly and placed a rice ball where Luo Chen could reach it by turning his head.

"If you're hungry, just make do with this!"

After saying this, the woman put on a straw hat, grabbed her tools, and hurried out the door.

The last thing that remained in Luo Chen's ears was the sound of her locking the door.

Luo Chen stared blankly at the rice ball, his thoughts somewhat complex.

He could roughly tell that this rice ball was likely her own lunch. If he hadn't woken up, she probably wouldn't have left it, but now she had left it for him.

Withdrawing his thoughts, Luo Chen silently murmured the two words Jing Lan had said before leaving.

"Ghost rain?"

Was that cold, bone-chilling night rain called ghost rain by the people here?

And that thunder that could shake the spiritual sense was also completely different from any kind he had felt before in the Mountain Sea Realm.

Moreover, according to Jing Lan, this place was called the "Great Destruction Realm." What kind of place was this?

"Where on earth have I ended up?"

Too many questions surfaced in his mind.

But in the end, they were all suppressed by Luo Chen one by one.

Now was not the time to consider these questions; restoring his state was the top priority.

As long as he could restore a certain state, he would have enough self-preservation power, and exploring the situation here would be much easier then.

But while it sounded simple, Luo Chen could only smile bitterly in his heart regarding the specific operation.

At this moment, his vast spiritual sense seemed to be sealed, completely unable to be mobilized.

And the robust magic power he had been most proud of before was completely non-existent.

Most importantly, his Primordial Spirit had already collapsed!

The Primordial Spirit was an existence composed of the Nascent Soul and the soul. Logically speaking, if the Primordial Spirit collapsed, even a Soul Transformation expert would fall.

But that Qixia Yuanjun had used a special technique at the time to separate his Nascent Soul and soul. Then, she sealed his soul and refined the Nascent Soul composed of magic power, swallowing it all.

"What a ruthless method, what a poisonous heart!"

Hatred flickered in Luo Chen's eyes, but the previous despair was gone.

Even if his realm had fallen to that of a mortal and he couldn't even mobilize his spiritual sense, his physical body still existed.

And he could feel that his Purple Mansion hadn't actually collapsed; heavy treasures like the Hunyuan Cauldron, the Yuantu Sword, and the Bone-Burial Umbrella were still hidden within.

Although he couldn't mobilize them at all, it was enough that they were still there.

"Before ascending, I took the first mature Demon-Heart Fruit, which brought this physical body to the fifth rank of the Desolate Ancient era and condensed the True Spirit Source Blood."

"In the battle with Qixia Yuanjun, the True Spirit Source Blood was burned away by me, but a small amount of ordinary Source Blood was still preserved."

"At this moment, the meridians are shattered, and the physical body is severely damaged. But as long as I can mobilize a small amount of Source Blood, I can perform preliminary sorting and treatment."

"This is not difficult for me!"

Luo Chen closed his eyes, silently sensing his body's condition, looking for a way to recover.

But while it sounded simple, it was actually quite complex.

In a situation where spiritual sense could not be used, driving the Source Blood to sort out the body became exceptionally difficult.

In this situation, one could only find another way, using a powerful will to drive the Source Blood.

Luo Chen was very unfamiliar with this technique.

Because that was the method of an orthodox body cultivator!

Body cultivators did not cultivate immortal arts, did not raise spiritual sense, and their strength was condensed into one, all driven by a powerful will.

This point had been taught to him by Wang Yuan when he first introduced him to the path of body cultivation.

It was just that later, Luo Chen's body cultivation took another path of piling up resources, and he had the convenience of spiritual sense, so he rarely used the most instinctive methods.

At this moment, he could only use his will to drive his body in an unfamiliar way, letting the Source Blood hidden in all parts of his body scour his physical meridians.

Sss...

Under the quilt, blood bloomed; that was caused by the wounds bursting open where the Source Blood passed.

Luo Chen felt nothing, ignoring the pain, and continued to persist.

Occasionally, he could feel a sense of dryness and heat beyond the pain.

Jing Lan's words before leaving echoed in Luo Chen's mind; it really was quite hot during the day.

"How could this be? It's bleeding again. Didn't it already heal?"

A worried, delicate cry sounded, followed by the action of lifting the quilt.

Luo Chen woke up from his daze, just in time to see the soot-covered Jing Lan cleaning his body.

Luo Chen barely grinned, but didn't say anything.

The first time he forcibly repaired his body, he didn't control his strength well, resulting in large-scale bleeding all over his body, and those hideous, ruptured wounds were indeed quite terrifying to ordinary people.

Jing Lan's cleaning movements were very gentle, but her speed was very nimble.

First cleaning, then wrapping with clean linen cloth, but when it came time to change his clothes, a look of embarrassment clearly appeared on the woman's face.

Luo Chen shook his head slightly to signal, and only then did Jing Lan breathe a sigh of relief and cover him with the quilt.

He wouldn't wear them for the time being.

"Wait for me a moment, I'll make food to eat right away."

After Jing Lan dealt with the blood-stained gauze, she went to wash up on her own.

But this time, she set up a curtain opposite the fire pit, blocking Luo Chen's line of sight.

When the smell of smoke and fire mixed with the fragrance of rice permeated, the bloody smell in the small hut seemed to be covered up, becoming warm again.

Jing Lan ate a few mouthfuls wolfishly, and only then did she pick up the bowl and come to Luo Chen's side.

It was still the same feeding movement as before, as if the other party had done it many times, extremely practiced.

Facing Luo Chen's gaze, she was no longer as shy as yesterday, but instead became much more generous.

While feeding him porridge, she casually talked about what she had seen during the day.

"The sun-facing rice in the fields is growing very well and hasn't been affected by the ghost rain. This year's harvest should be very good."

"The smoke workshop has changed its manager; I heard it was sent from Yixian City."

"That person's temperament is a bit irritable. Uncle Pu San was just old and slow in his movements. When he was seen by him during an inspection, he was beaten until he fell into a coma. We were the ones who brought him back in the evening."

"If Manager Gu were still here, it would be fine. Although Manager Gu was strict, he was actually a person with a sharp tongue but a soft heart. He treated us quite well before, and the production of Mi Xian Smoke was also very stable. But now that Manager Yan has been changed, I'm afraid life won't be easy from now on."

"Fortunately, the work at the smoke workshop generally only lasts until the end of October. By then, the sky wind will be blowing, and it won't be suitable for drying smoke."

Jing Lan talked, and Luo Chen listened, until the bowl of thin porridge was finished.

"Sleep early."

"Mm."

Tonight, the fire pit did not maintain the burning of firewood.

It should have been related to the fact that there was no ghost rain.

After dawn, Jing Lan got up early.

Before leaving, she wanted to leave the rice ball for Luo Chen like yesterday, but this time she was refused by Luo Chen.

Jing Lan didn't force it either. If one wasn't full and lacked energy, it was easy to make mistakes when working. If the new Manager Yan saw it, it would be troublesome.

After she left, Luo Chen, just like before, started his movements again.

His physical body was too powerful, and the meridians all over his body were exceptionally wide.

In normal times, there were naturally many benefits.

But in this time of severe injury, sorting out the broken and blocked meridians would be even more troublesome.

"Take it slow!"

Luo Chen sighed and said so.

Time passed day by day. Even though Luo Chen didn't step out of the door, he gained some partial understanding of the situation in the Great Destruction Realm from Jing Lan's mouth.

This was a place rich in resources but where danger was everywhere.

The ruler was a powerful existence named the Lord of Wuyou Realm.

The place where Luo Chen was located was just a remote mountain village in the Great Destruction Realm called Qingshan Town.

Remote did not mean safe; on the contrary, it was full of dangers.

There were three great natural disasters that appeared from time to time, endangering lives.

Sky Wind, Ghost Rain, and the Mist of Destruction.

According to Jing Lan, she was the one who picked Luo Chen back from the fields after a Sky Wind blew past.

These three great natural disasters were completely different.

Where the Sky Wind passed, not a blade of grass grew.

When the Ghost Rain fell, one would sleep and never wake up.

When the Mist of Destruction permeated, everything would die and perish.

Among them, the Sky Wind was the most common, the Ghost Rain was the most bizarre, and the Mist of Destruction was the most domineering and dangerous.

Fortunately, that legendary Mist of Destruction hadn't appeared for many years.

Jing Lan and the others only needed to follow the instructions of the adults in Qingshan Town and respond properly when natural disasters appeared, and they could always save their lives.

In daily life, they lived by planting crops.

In their spare time, they would go to some shops in town to take on odd jobs and earn some resources.

The work Jing Lan was currently taking on was to process a thing called Mi Xian Smoke for the Qingshan Smoke Workshop. The reward was not generous, but it included some scraps of Dream Stone, which was a mineral material used to resist the erosion of Ghost Rain. If one wanted to buy it on weekdays, it would cost a lot of money. Even if the Qingshan Smoke Workshop only took out some scraps, many people were eager for this job.

The above was all the information Luo Chen had obtained about the Great Destruction Realm.

After all, Jing Lan was just a mortal who had never left the scope of Qingshan Town in her life, and she had only heard of Yixian City.

Limited information, but it could not stop Luo Chen from inferring more intelligence.

Just like that Dream Stone, after Luo Chen could move his hands and feet, he asked for one from Jing Lan to observe.

In fact, Luo Chen had seen this Dream Stone before; it was the white stone that burned with firewood in the fire pit under the night ghost rain.

After Luo Chen's observation, he found that once this stone burned, it would emit a special smell.

After living beings absorbed it, they would sleep quite soundly, not even having dreams.

It seemed to have the effect of calming the mind!

This made Luo Chen a bit curious; how could a mere effect of calming the mind resist the Ghost Rain, which was known as one of the three great natural disasters?

Or was it that what it resisted was not just the erosion of Ghost Rain, but because of some existence brought by Ghost Rain?

Of course, these were just studies Luo Chen did in his spare time.

His main energy was still placed on recovering from his injuries.

One month later.

That tightly closed wooden door was slowly pushed open.

A figure walked out from inside.

Soft light spilled outside, and just this one glance made the owner of the gaze freeze.

Green mountains and lush trees, winding paddy fields.

Three setting suns gradually hid away, and a heavy yellow halo spilled onto his cheeks.

"No wonder it's so hot during the day."

The man muttered a sentence and took the opportunity to sit on the threshold.

On the winding mountain dirt road, a group of figures walked up from the foot of the mountain, laughing and playing. Among them was a calm and quiet figure who did not participate in the group's conversation. But under the pointing of a middle-aged aunt, that figure couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise, and then hurried up.

"You're up!"

Jing Lan panted rapidly, looking at the man sitting on the threshold with great surprise.

"Yes, finally up."

Luo Chen nodded slightly, and a rare relaxed and comfortable smile appeared on his face.

He didn't know how many years had passed since he lay down like this. ===== CHAPTER 1075 =====