Chapter 604

Chapter 604: A New Starting Point

Under the pull of an invisible force, spiritual energy swiftly gathered into clouds.

Soon, a light drizzle began to fall.

Thousands of glistening droplets landed on the ground, instantly absorbed by the parched soil. The green shoots, previously wilted under the sun, lifted their heads and regained their lush, verdant hue.

Each shoot eagerly drank in the nourishment bestowed by heaven and earth, their leaves swaying joyfully, rustling as they brushed against one another.

They expressed their delight.

Wang Chen sensed the emotions conveyed by these green shoots and couldn’t help but smile lightly.

His gaze swept across the spirit fields before him, lingering on the distant valley enveloped in mist.

A month ago, Wang Chen had arrived at this place known as "Feixu Valley." He had built a house on a hillside ten miles from the valley and cultivated thirty acres of spirit fields.

He sat down on a stone by the ridge, his thoughts drifting back to a month earlier.

On that day, Wang Chen had just "smuggled" into the Haotian Realm and, unsurprisingly, encountered calamity. He had narrowly escaped thanks to the treasure symbols given to him by Uncle Jiu of the Yin family.

Yet, he was still pursued, leading to a fierce battle.

His opponent’s cultivation level was higher than Wang Chen’s, and he was armed with several magical treasures, a full array of talismans and elixirs, and the advantage of being a native of the Haotian Realm.

He held every advantage.

But in the end, Wang Chen’s Vajra Fist had crushed him!

The battle had been perilous and won by sheer luck.

After defeating the strong enemy, Wang Chen had left the spoils behind for safety and fled desperately using the Longyuan Sword.

He had finally escaped what seemed like a fated calamity.

Yet Wang Chen knew all too well that the trials he faced were only beginning, with countless hardships and dangers still ahead.

The Haotian Realm was no paradise!

"Wang Da Ge!"

A crisp voice suddenly interrupted Wang Chen’s thoughts.

He turned toward the sound and saw a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy in simple clothes hurrying along the path.

Behind him trotted a small black-and-white dog.

Wang Chen smiled and said, "Xiaohu, what brings you here? Don’t you have any homework today?"

The boy, sturdy and lively, was named Zhang Zhuanghu. Wang Chen had met him by chance during his escape.

At the time, Zhang Zhuanghu had been surrounded by two magical beasts, trembling on a tree, moments from death, when Wang Chen had stepped in to save him.

It was thanks to this life-saving act that Wang Chen had been able to settle here.

This area fell under the influence of Feixu Valley!

"I finished my homework for today!"

Zhang Zhuanghu ran up to Wang Chen, panting, and proudly pulled a basket of peaches from his storage bag. "Wang Da Ge, these are the Spirit Peaches that just ripened from my family’s orchard. You have to try them—they’re delicious!"

Zhang Zhuanghu’s family of five lived within Feixu Valley, as members of the Feixu Camp.

Feixu Camp is part of the loose cultivators’ forces, with a population of three to four thousand, led by a Golden Core true master.

Zhang Zhuanghu’s father, Zhang Mushan, holds a certain status within Feixu Camp. It was only through his endorsement that Wang Chen was able to establish himself outside Feixu Valley; otherwise, he wouldn’t even have the right to settle there.

Currently, Wang Chen is considered a provisional member of Feixu Camp. He must prove that he is not a "spy" dispatched by an immortal clan and pass the necessary trials to officially join this loose cultivator faction.

In reality, joining Feixu Camp was not of great importance to Wang Chen.

However, his understanding of the Haotian Realm was limited, and he needed time to gradually adapt to this new environment.

Feixu Camp was certainly not the worst option!

"Thank you."

Wang Chen did not stand on ceremony; he reached out and took a succulent large peach, bringing it to his lips for a bite.

The fruit was sweet and luscious, brimming with spiritual energy, and its flavor was quite delightful.

"Delicious!"

Wang Chen complimented.

It was rather vexing; he had previously stored a large quantity of spiritual rice and beast meat in the Xumi Ring.

He never anticipated that, due to the differing laws of the Haotian Realm and the Mountain-Sea Realm, not only were the talismans and elixirs from the Mountain-Sea Realm ineffective here, but even the food ingredients were no exception.

It was utterly preposterous!

The valuable spiritual rice would immediately turn black and emit a foul odor upon being removed from the Xumi Ring.

It was completely inedible!

This was unforeseen by Wang Chen; Uncle Jiu had not mentioned it before.

Fortunately, when Wang Chen saved Zhang Zhuanghu, he had slain two magical beasts, and with Zhang Mushan’s aid, he had managed to stave off hunger during this period.

As a dual cultivator, Wang Chen needed to maintain his strong physique, and subsisting on mere wind and dew was not an option.

His usual appetite was quite substantial.

To satisfy his hunger, Wang Chen bought some spiritual seeds through Zhang Mushan.

He returned to his former occupation.

Wang Chen intended to stay here for a year or two, so engaging in some farming was quite necessary.

And his most proficient side job was undoubtedly farming!

"All for you."

Zhang Zhuanghu handed the basket to Wang Chen: "After you finish these, there are more at my home!"

Wang Chen smiled and shook his head.

The loose cultivators in the Haotian Realm were not much different from those in the Mountain-Sea Realm; they led a precarious existence. Zhang Mushan’s family, with both the elderly and children, lived quite frugally.

A basket of Spirit Peaches was quite valuable.

Seeing Wang Chen decline, Zhang Zhuanghu sniffled and said, "Wang Da Ge, are you free tonight? My dad wants to invite you over, saying there’s something to discuss."

"He caught a small mountain pig today…"

The boy couldn’t help but lick his lips. "He said he wants to prepare smoked boar for you; you must come, Wang Da Ge!"

Wang Chen was amused by his eager expression: "Alright then."

"Great!"

Zhang Zhuanghu happily shoved the basket into Wang Chen’s arms and turned to run.

"I’ll go tell my dad right now!"

The little dog, which had just arrived, had no time to rest and had to follow its young master back.

It barked anxiously!

Wang Chen chuckled and stored the Spirit Peaches in the Xumi Ring.

At that moment, the spiritual clouds above the spirit fields dispersed; the Rain Summoning Technique he had just cast had expired.

Although Wang Chen could still use the spells he had mastered in the Mountain-Sea Realm in the Haotian Realm, both their potency and duration were significantly reduced.

However, as time went on, Wang Chen became more accustomed to the Haotian Realm’s environment.

The effects of his spells were gradually improving.

In short, things were moving in a positive direction.

Therefore, Wang Chen decided to lay low for a while, build up sufficient strength, and then make his plans.

It is said that the Haotian Realm is vast and boundless, with the human cultivators occupying the Nine States, each larger than the Mountain-Sea Realm.

And the Nine States are only a small part of the Haotian Realm!

Wang Chen hoped that one day, he could ride a sword through the skies, enjoy great freedom, and travel across the Haotian Realm.

That would make his life worthwhile!

Just as he was about to return to his dwelling, several figures suddenly rushed over.

They landed beside the spirit fields.

Wang Chen frowned.