Chapter 127
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Chapter 127: Resolution of the Past
Cao Xiu, like Wang Chen, hailed from humble beginnings.
Thus, he lacked the arrogance typical of noble children and was willing to share heartfelt words with Wang Chen.
Although Wang Chen did not entirely agree with his cultivation philosophy, he still deeply appreciated Cao Xiu’s guidance.
After all, having a profound conversation with someone you barely know is no small feat!
The meal concluded on a high note, with both parties parting in good spirits.
In the afternoon, Wang Chen returned home and summoned the eagerly waiting Han Dashih from next door.
Together, they headed to the Wei Hall to complete the transfer procedures.
Prior to this, Wang Chen had meticulously cleaned his house.
In particular, he had either destroyed or buried the third level of the underground fortress he had painstakingly created.
This was to ensure that his mastery of the powerful Earth and Stone Technique remained a secret!
The process of completing the procedures went remarkably smoothly.
Normally, it would have been quite challenging for Wang Chen to transfer his house and spirit fields to Han Dashih, as the latter already had rented fields and a house.
However, the moment the jade token of the inner sect disciples was presented, all difficulties and obstacles vanished instantly.
Both the local head and the Wei Hall leader were more than willing to grant Wang Chen this favor.
After finalizing the paperwork, Han Dashih, with tears of gratitude, handed Wang Chen three envelopes of spirit stones, saying, “Brother Wang, thank you for your help!”
Though Han Dashih was much older than Wang Chen, with his eldest son nearly the same age as Wang Chen, the latter’s current status as an inner sect disciple elevated his standing beyond comparison.
Han Dashih’s attitude toward Wang Chen had naturally shifted, and his gratitude was heartfelt!
Han Dashih had two sons and a daughter.
His second son and youngest daughter had tested with mid to low-level root bones, showing potential to reach the Qi Training ninth level.
In contrast, his eldest son’s root bone was far inferior, with a maximum potential of only the third level of Qi Training.
Han Dashih had made up his mind.
When his eldest son turned sixteen, he would grant him Wang Chen’s current house and spirit fields.
Then, he would arrange a marriage for him at the Wei Hall, allowing him to start a family.
This way, Han Dashih would fulfill his paternal duties and conserve resources to focus on cultivating his second son and youngest daughter.
Wang Chen had effectively resolved a significant issue for him!
“Uncle, you’re too kind.”
Wang Chen accepted the thirty spirit stones that Han Dashih had painstakingly saved.
He bore no psychological burden whatsoever.
As the saying goes, "A grain of kindness earns a measure of gratitude; a grain of resentment breeds a measure of enmity."
If Wang Chen had refused to accept, it would have only placed immense psychological pressure on the other party.
Now, with both sides willingly engaging in a fair exchange, everyone felt content and at ease!
After bidding farewell to Han Dashih, Wang Chen had effectively closed the chapter on his past as an Outer Sect Disciple.
He made his way along a narrow path toward the carriage road, preparing to journey to Yunshan City.
Midway, a group of people approached, their mournful sobs reaching Wang Chen’s ears.
At the forefront was a woman clad in white mourning attire, her belly noticeably swollen.
She held an urn of ashes in her hands, her round face streaked with glistening tears.
Wang Chen was momentarily stunned.
He recognized the woman in mourning.
Huang Cuihua!
Wang Chen remembered that Huang Cuihua had married Zhang Xiaoshan at the start of the year, so the urn she carried…
Behind her, Wang Chen noticed Zhang A-Da, who now looked as though he had aged decades.
He quietly stepped aside.
Huang Cuihua’s gaze was hollow, utterly oblivious to Wang Chen’s presence.
Once the group had passed, Wang Chen overheard the murmurs of nearby onlookers.
"Isn’t that the Zhang family’s daughter-in-law? What happened?"
"Haven’t you heard? The Zhang family’s young man met with misfortune; he died so young!"
"Zhang Xiaoshan was such a bright lad; what a tragedy."
"Ah, another widow in the Wei Hall."
"Why did he have to be so bold and join the Three Preparatory Teams? If he’d just stayed home and tended the fields, none of this would have happened."
"True, true."
Though the original owner’s residual spirit had fully merged with Wang Chen, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of sorrow upon hearing these idle remarks.
"Not only do I aim to become a disciple of the Three Teams, but I also intend to slay the gray-eyed thieves, amass merit, and rise to the inner sect. By then, you and I will inhabit entirely different worlds!"
"And here’s more good news: my father has already sought a marriage proposal with the Huang family, and Sister Cuihua will soon be my bride!"
These were the words Zhang Xiaoshan had shared with Wang Chen the previous year.
He still remembered it vividly.
Earlier this year, when the Zhang family held a wedding, Zhang Xiaoshan had sent someone to deliver an invitation to him.
But Wang Chen chose not to attend the wedding.
He found it uninteresting.
Little did he know, that would be the last time he saw him.
Shaking his head, Wang Chen continued on his way, swiftly leaving the countryside behind.
The journey of cultivation was just beginning.
He had no time for sentimentality!
…
The next morning, Wang Chen once again stood before the Yunyang Stone Tablet.
This was the only proper path to the inner mountain gate.
Even though he now possessed the inner sect disciple badge, he couldn’t just barge into the mountain gate area.
He had to follow the formal procedures.
The thousand-year-old Xuan Gui was still in deep slumber.
However, when Wang Chen presented a large basket of Spirit Peaches before it,
Xuan Gui’s eyes suddenly snapped open. “Hmm… it’s you again!”
Wang Chen bowed respectfully and said, “Senior Xuan Gui, we meet again.”
Pffft!
Xuan Gui snorted, its throat rumbling. “What do you want? You’ve already taken Wang Shaoyuan’s things; there’s nothing else here for you.”
“I’ve come today to re-establish my immortal registry,”
Wang Chen explained. “Thank you, senior, for safeguarding my father’s belongings. This basket of Spirit Peaches is a humble token of my gratitude; please accept it.”
He suspected that the old turtle had only helped because of the benefits Wang Shaoyuan had offered.
But with more gifts, the turtle wouldn’t mind.
A basket of Spirit Peaches wasn’t worth much in spirit stones, but it could be seen as a gesture of goodwill. Who knew when he might need the turtle’s assistance in the future?
“Hmm~”
Xuan Gui was pleasantly surprised. “It’s rare to find a polite young man like you these days; truly a rarity.”
It had been stationed at the mountain gate for over a thousand years.
In the beginning, everyone revered it as the divine beast enlightened by the Grandmaster.
They often offered Spirit Peaches and other spirit fruits, allowing it to live comfortably.
But as time passed, especially after Yunyang Master ascended, people began to ignore its presence.
Nowadays, mischievous children would often come by to throw stones at it.
They would chant teasing rhymes: “Old Turtle, four legs, one tail, and one mouth, with a splash, it jumps into the water, turtle, turtle, turtle!”
What nonsense!
It was simply grating to the ears.
In contrast, Xuan Gui found Wang Chen particularly agreeable. “Remember to bring another basket next time; I have quite the appetite.”
Wang Chen chuckled awkwardly. “Enjoy, senior.”
He stepped past the stone tablet and channeled his spiritual energy into the jade token in his hand.
The badge, symbolizing his status as an inner sect disciple, suddenly emitted a soft glow.
In the next moment, a gentle breeze swept through, swirling around Wang Chen before revealing a chubby child with a face as pale as powder, lips as red as rouge, and clad in a red belly band.
His dark, darting eyes scrutinized Wang Chen before he asked haughtily, “Who goes there?”
