Chapter 813

Chapter 813: Seeking Help

Creak!

The courtyard gate swung wide open, and Wang Chen stepped out.

He was dressed in simple cloth garments, with straw sandals on his feet, a gourd hanging at his waist, and a long hoe resting on his shoulder.

He looked every bit the farmer.

Wang Chen’s demeanor was indistinguishable from that of an ordinary person.

He had concealed all his sharpness and aura!

At this moment, the sky was just beginning to lighten, and a thin mist still lingered over the valley. A path paved with pebbles stretched from the courtyard gate to the valley’s exit.

Following this path, Wang Chen arrived near a stream not far from the valley’s entrance.

Before him lay over ten acres of newly cultivated medicinal fields!

Half a month ago, Wang Chen had joined the Qinyun Alliance and moved to this secluded abode in the valley.

Unlike other cultivators who spent most of their time in practice, he had purchased a set of farming tools and medicinal seeds in Taiwu City and had taken to cultivating these fields himself.

Wang Chen was growing yellow essence.

Yellow essence was one of the staple foods for cultivators in this realm, known for its ability to replenish Qi, nourish Yin, strengthen the spleen, moisten the lungs, and benefit the kidneys. It also helped to dispel the foul aura produced by consuming beast meat, greatly aiding in the practice of techniques.

Some cultivators subsisted solely on yellow essence.

He stepped into the medicinal fields with his hoe and began the task of weeding.

The newly planted yellow essence had already sprouted, looking lush and promising, but removing the weeds was a delicate task. A slight misstep could damage the roots of the herbs, rendering all his efforts futile.

With each swing of the hoe, Wang Chen worked with meticulous precision, each strike calculated to uproot the weeds without harming the nearby yellow essence.

He exhibited remarkable patience in this monotonous task.

To an observer, there was an indescribable grace in Wang Chen’s every movement.

He seemed to blend seamlessly with the surrounding earth and sky.

“Yip yip!”

A white fox suddenly appeared on the ridge of the field, wrinkling its nose and calling out to Wang Chen, “Are you done yet?”

Hu Jiao Jiao had been living with Wang Chen in the valley for half a month, and she couldn’t understand why he was so devoted to farming, spending the majority of his time in the medicinal fields.

Wang Chen wiped the sweat from his forehead and replied, “Almost done.”

Despite his seemingly slow movements, he worked efficiently, and soon only three acres of the medicinal field remained untouched.

Hu Jiao Jiao pouted with a pitiful expression: “Wang Chen, let’s go to the city today and eat roast chicken.”

As she spoke, she suddenly leaped forward, landing on Wang Chen’s back and affectionately nuzzling his face.

Wang Chen smiled, “Sure.”

Taiwu City was renowned for its delicious butter chicken, made from free-range hens aged two years and bursting with flavor.

Hu Jiao Jiao had tasted it once before and couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Wang Chen quickened his pace, soon finishing the last three acres.

Carrying the little fox back home, Wang Chen put away his farming tools and changed into a clean outfit before leaving the valley for Taiwu City.

Although the secluded abode was sixty to seventy miles away from Taiwu City, Wang Chen employed his movement techniques, Like the Wind and Lightning, and arrived at his destination in less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

The butter chicken at Wang Cloud Tower in Taiwu City was renowned as the best, so Wang Chen ordered three for Hu Jiao Jiao to feast on.

After their meal, he proceeded to the Taiwu Pavilion.

The Taiwu Pavilion was the center of power in Taiwu City, where the top officials managed the cabinet.

Today, Wang Chen had come to see Mo Han, official of Taiwu Pavilion, who had sent a message the day before inviting him to the city for a meeting.

To his surprise, upon seeing Mo Han again, the young cultivator suddenly knelt down: "Fellow traveler Wang, I beg you to save my father!"

Wang Chen was bewildered and quickly helped him up: "Fellow traveler Mo, what do you mean by this?"

Mo Han, once a graceful and handsome young man, now appeared to have aged a decade, with several gray hairs and a very haggard look.

Upon inquiry, Wang Chen learned that Mo Han’s father had suddenly fallen seriously ill a few days ago and had not regained consciousness since.

Though Mo Han was a cultivator, he lacked the ability to heal, so he immediately sought the best doctors in the city to treat his father, but all the physicians declared themselves powerless.

Out of options, Mo Han had to go to Qinyun Palace to seek help from cultivators skilled in medicine within the Qinyun Alliance.

This should have been a simple matter; as long as he was willing to spend contribution points, no one would refuse him assistance.

However, what Mo Han did not expect was that the cultivators he approached either claimed they were in closed-door cultivation and had no time or quoted unaffordable prices, with no one agreeing to help.

Although Mo Han held a position in the Taiwu Pavilion, he had decent connections in the Qinyun Alliance, making this situation hard to believe.

It was only when a cultivator with whom he had a good relationship, out of pity, secretly told Mo Han the reason behind the refusals.

Mo Han did not explain the reason, but Wang Chen sensed something from his expression of shame and difficulty: “It has to do with me, right?”

Mo Han nodded bitterly: “Yes.”

In the end, it all traced back to half a month ago when Wang Chen injured Hong Yuan in the hall of Qinyun Palace.

“Someone sent word to me that to cure my father, I need to exchange your transformed pet beast!”

Wang Chen was shocked: “That guy still hasn’t given up?”

“I suspect the one who really wants your white fox is Master Ji Yun!” Mo Han gritted his teeth and said, “Hong Yuan doesn’t have that kind of power!”

Master Ji Yun?

A face with an air of righteousness Instant in Wang Chen’s mind—how interesting!

Mo Han took a deep breath and calmly said: “Fellow traveler Wang, I’m not asking you to give me the white fox; I, Mo Han, am not the kind of selfish and ungrateful scoundrel. I just want you to help me see if there’s still hope for my father.”

Mo Han was also in a desperate situation; after searching for doctors in the city and finding no help from the cultivators in Qinyun Alliance, he had no choice but to seek Wang Chen.

The young cultivator felt conflicted about directly looking for Wang Chen, which is why he wrote an invitation letter. He thought that if Wang Chen couldn’t come, he wouldn’t have to face the embarrassment.

But Wang Chen really showed up.

Understanding the cause and effect, Wang Chen felt a mix of emotions—some laughter and more anger.

The ordinary man is innocent but carries the burden of possessing something valuable; some people, no matter how extraordinary state entry into the path, cannot escape greedy thoughts!

Fortunately, Wang Chen was not an incapable ordinary man.

“Let’s go, first, we’ll see your father.”

The two headed to the Mo residence.

The Mo family was a large clan in Taiwu City, with many powerful members, and as a cultivator, Mo Han was the most outstanding descendant of the Mo family.

In the inner courtyard of Mo’s house, Wang Chen encountered Mo’s father lying on the sickbed.

The condition of the latter shocked him!