Chapter 136: Rebirth: The Transmigrator is as Weak as a Dog

Su Yuanshan had no choice but to give up.

Xiaobai was still unconscious; Su Yuanshan channeled some spiritual power into its body, but it didn't seem to have any effect.

Thinking of the storage bag left behind by that transmigrator, Su Yuanshan's heart stirred; he hurriedly took it out from the Spirit Void Ring, dumped everything out onto the ground in one go, and after rummaging through the miscellaneous items, found a few small medicine bottles.

Marrow-Cleansing Pill?

No!

Healing Pill?

No!

Bone-Knitting Pill?

Not that either!

This is.......

He suddenly picked up that small white porcelain medicine bottle and saw the crooked writing on the red paper label: "Soul-Bewitching Pill and Antidote!"

As if afraid of forgetting, there was even a special note written on it: The white pill is the antidote.

Su Yuanshan opened the small porcelain bottle, poured it out to look, and saw both red and white pills.

He picked up a white pill, but instead of feeding it directly to Xiaobai, he found a few ants to test the medicine on; after feeling that there was no problem, he took a water gourd from the Spirit Void Ring, poured out some water, and fed it to Xiaobai along with the medicine.

After placing it on the ground and setting up a simple defensive array, he began to study the secret manual, the ring, and the rusty copper bell left behind by the transmigrator.

The secret manual was a thread-bound book; on the thin, rough grass paper were printed the large black characters: "Little Hidden Mountain Fog Master Fog-Raising Art."

He flipped through it roughly and found it had a similar effect to his own "Cloud-Raising Divine Office," but it was far inferior to his "Cloud-Raising Divine Office"; the Cloud-Raising Divine Office could raise both clouds and fog, but even if this were practiced to perfection, it could only raise fog and not clouds, and its range and breadth could not compare to his at all.

Although this thing was not bad, it still belonged to the category of cultivators and had no reference value for a deity like him, but it was of great use to cultivators and should also be worth quite a bit of money.

As for this ring!

Su Yuanshan scanned it with his divine sense and was somewhat pleasantly surprised; this ring was actually a top-grade spiritual tool, just like his flying sword!

Its full name was "God-Hidden Ring," which could allow a "Fog Master" to temporarily turn invisible or disguise themselves as other things to avoid being discovered by enemies.

Here, Su Yuanshan noticed a term—Fog Master!

Su Yuanshan was not clear if this so-called Fog Master was a type of cultivator, but this was the first time he had seen this term.

At this moment, he finally understood why that transmigrator had acted so convincingly, and why he hadn't been able to scan him with his divine sense at the time; with a fog-raising spell, plus the enhancement of the God-Hidden Ring, it was indeed not easy to find him.

If it weren't for this guy courting death himself and delivering himself to his doorstep, finding him to take back Xiaobai would likely have taken quite a bit of effort.

As for why this guy came looking for him, Su Yuanshan guessed there were only two reasons: first, this guy had succeeded repeatedly and become careless; second, he had been attracted by the magic treasures he released and had become greedy!

That was why he capsized in the gutter and lost his life!

As for that bell, it seemed to be a magic tool used in conjunction with the Little Hidden Mountain Fog Master Fog-Raising Art to release fog.

"Prefecture.... Lord.... You have come."

Just as Su Yuanshan was letting his imagination run wild, a weak voice called out from nearby.

He turned his head to look and discovered that Xiaobai had woken up.

It stood up shakily, looking a bit exhausted, but it seemed there was nothing seriously wrong.

"You're awake?"

Su Yuanshan went over, patted its little head, and said.

"But you haven't fully recovered yet; don't be in a hurry to get up, lie down for a while first!"

Seeing Xiaobai just lie back down, Su Yuanshan heard a burst of coughing coming from the small courtyard with the brushwood gate not far away.

Immediately after, he saw that white-haired old man walk out, holding a small stool in his left hand and a cane in his right, opening the brushwood gate; he seemed startled to see Su Yuanshan.

"Eh? Young man? Why are you outside? You haven't gone back yet?"

He looked at Su Yuanshan with his eyes wide open, as if he had seen a ghost.

Su Yuanshan smiled, did not answer directly, and instead asked.

"Old man, where does that woodcutter who often goes up the mountain to cut wood live? I have some things I want to ask him, and I plan to go over and see him!"

Su Yuanshan felt that since that woodcutter often went up the mountain to cut wood, he should know some of the mountain's secrets, such as that six-armed freak who chopped up immortals!

However, the old man looked blank upon hearing this!

"What woodcutter who often goes up the mountain to cut wood? Not a single blade of grass or tree on this mountain is allowed to be cut, especially in Shanwei Lin, for fear of offending the Earth Mother and bringing down disaster; so how could there be any woodcutter here!"

Su Yuanshan felt a chill in his heart upon hearing this and couldn't help but say.

"That's not right! That middle-aged man who often passed by your door with a large bundle of firewood, the one who often greeted you?

Do you have no impression of him? He even sat on the roots of the big willow tree in front of your house and chatted with me? What was his name...... again? Uh, right, you even mentioned him to me, saying he was 'Old Wang's second boy'! Have you really forgotten?"

"Old Wang's second boy?" The old man seemed a bit confused upon hearing this.

"Did I mention him? You must mean Wang Dachui's second boy, right? He died many years ago! Because he didn't listen to advice that year and went up the mountain to dig for some herbs to cure his father's consumption, he came back and hanged himself.

How could he possibly go cut trees in broad daylight? I've already said, not a single blade of grass or tree on this mountain is allowed to be cut; it would offend the Earth Mother and bring down disaster."

Seeing the old man still being stubborn, Su Yuanshan had no choice but to attribute this matter to the old man being old and muddled.

But the fact that he had truly and clearly met that woodcutter was real, wasn't it?

What exactly was that thing? Was he really a villager of this village? Perhaps he should ask it this way---was he even a person?

The old man was right about one thing: even a ghost couldn't come out in broad daylight to cut trees!

At this moment, Su Yuanshan seemed to understand a little why that woodcutter could ignore that Shanwei Lin, ignore the prohibition against going up the mountain to cut wood, and go up the mountain to fell trees without any scruples.

Sighing, Su Yuanshan felt his head was a mess; he felt he was understanding this world less and less.

Everything was very abnormal, extremely abnormal, and different from any ghost, deity, or immortal-hero world he had seen in books or on television; here, immortals were actually caught by unknown guys and used as rafters to be chopped.

Here, the transmigrator was not awesome like in other immortal-hero worlds; he was as weak as a dog! Slaughtered by others at will, and even his golden finger was useless!

That big brother from a famous family, once his identity as a "transmigrator" was discovered, was like a stray dog, living a thrilling and exciting life of hiding and dodging.

And that transmigrator from the Kaiyuan Academy was even more miserable; he had been struggling and struggling, thinking that by finding the Ancient Jade he could make a comeback and reverse his life, but at the critical moment, he was skewered by his master with a sword and received his lunchbox on the spot! It was my gain, though!

And this "Ghost-Slaying" charlatan, who worked painstakingly for over a hundred years and, although he managed to secure the profession of Fog Master and was developing quite well, just happened to run into me, ending up dying an unnatural death!

Sigh, how is this any kind of heaven-defying reborn person; he is simply more pathetic than a total newbie!