blueteamnovel Chapter 287 285
Chapter 287 285
below cold moon pond, scripture transmission institute.
"director, something's not quite right." guo xiating's round face was full of confusion.
"previously, we could still faintly detect the trail of the cold moon toad. but now..."
fu zi frowned as he looked at the snowflakes outside the scripture cave: "we've miscalculated."
"the cold moon toad is a condensing aperture great demon, but it's still just a toad."
fu zi gave guo xiating a strange look. "toads need to hibernate."
"this..." guo xiating couldn't help but falter.
this reason was truly unexpected.
"after opening its aperture and cultivating demonic power, it should no longer fear seasonal changes."
"but in this kind of icy and snowy weather, it definitely dislikes it."
fu zi sighed, "to combat the severe cold, it might even use extra mana. to some extent, this weakens its strength."
"although many great demons who've opened their apertures lack experience due to living in the wild for years..."
"they ultimately have wisdom no less than ours."
"it certainly longs for the cold moon pond and enjoys the summoning incense."
"but wisdom makes it understand that with its strength limited, not only can it not defeat song wujie, but it could also very likely perish."
"hence, it restrains its instincts and no longer shows itself."
"this song wujie's luck is really good!" guo xiating said resentfully.
"yeah, truly good luck." fu zi's eyelids drooped down involuntarily.
it seemed they would have to wait until next spring.
guo xiating looked at fu zi with doubt, wanting to speak but holding back.
fu zi glanced at him, didn't speak, and dismissively waved him away.
...
"you want me to take action?" fu zi sighed: "what a pity, i can't."
he had been consolidating his condensing aperture to perfection for decades.
beating two song wujies would probably be difficult, but one and a half was surely manageable.
but what if song wujie usually pretended to be a pig to eat a tiger? that short fatty had a look of slyness about him.
although last time he deliberately used a beast tide to interrupt his breakthrough, it seemed as if he was injured and not yet recovered.
but what if song wujie was turning the tables, feigning injury?
and there was song wujie's disciple, liang yi.
what if he was an exceptional genius, even more formidable than song wujie?
if i act rashly, wouldn't i be doomed?
"still have to use that big toad to test song wujie again," fu zi seriously thought: "after all, a 99% chance of success isn't the same as a sure thing."
...
five days later, the wu letter initiate field.
"damn!" a strange shout suddenly resonated within the field.
your journey continues with empire
ai ji, sitting on a gray linen meditation mat, sprung up like a shot skyward.
"are you freaking asking to die?" xu rao's face darkened as he stared down ai ji.
today, ai ji had already disturbed him three times in the same way!
"this damn cave definitely has something tricky!" ai ji said tensely, scanning the uneven rock walls of the cave.
"that thing's squatting behind me; i can feel its gaze, sharp as needles, as if it's about to unsheath a knife and kill me any moment!"
yet, the cave, half the size of a basketball court, lay bare before them. six of them scanned the area but found nothing.
"i've been watching out of the corner of my eye the whole time, and there was nothing behind you," said yu lin in a deep voice.
"impossible! absolutely impossible!" said ai ji, his face red with conviction.
the chubby man stiffened.
"so... sorry to intrude!" he exclaimed.
after a loud yell, he turned and fled.
it took a good while before he cautiously returned and stood behind the brown latticed screen at the entrance, peering into the cave.
"not to check on the plates, i just came to tell you something," said the chubby middle-aged man with an obedient expression. "if any of you decide to leave on your own, remember not to forget to turn in your bronze plates."
"is something the matter?" chen mu asked curiously.
the chubby man glanced at the group again, sighed with relief, cleared his throat, and slowly moved out from behind the screen.
"yesterday, during the plate check, we found two people missing."
"we thought they sneaked off to some other cave, but we didn't find them."
"they must have left early without turning in their plates, hoping to come back again next time."
"the institute says, people can leave, but the bronze plates must stay; you have to complete a full month before you can leave."
"those who leave midway won't get a refund or an extension, and not turning in their plates results in a fine!"
"so if any of you want to leave, you must not forget to return the bronze plate."
"leave before the time is up?" chen mu said, surprised.
in this freezing weather, there's nothing to do even if you go back home.
having paid the money, why would they leave early?!
"exactly, just like fools," the chubby middle-aged man complained.
because of those two, they had to check each cave one by one in the snow.
"probably couldn't stand the solitude of harsh cultivation," chen mu mentioned offhand.
without the proficiency cheat, even he couldn't endure such intense training for long.
...
after sending away the middle-aged man named sun, chen mu took a good look around the spacious and simple cave.
fist-sized glowing algae lamps were embedded in the three-meter-high cave ceiling, twinkling like stars in the sky.
the walls were of grey rock, and the floor was tamped earth.
the lower courtyard had provided only one large grey meditation cushion.
if you wanted to sleep at night, you had to make do with a makeshift bed on the ground.
most people, however, chose to rest on the cushion in meditation instead of sleeping.
to make full use of the earth spirit vital energy, they cultivated without wasting a second.
with their spirits constantly on edge, it was inevitable to feel restless after a while.
it was not surprising that some people quit halfway.
"next time i come, i'll bring my own bedding," chen mu quietly decided.
"can't have decent food, and can't even get a good night's sleep?"
in cultivation retreats, every second counts. eating leads to excretion, wasting time on both ends.
and preparing a month's worth of food in advance is not feasible.
therefore, most people just drink water and take fasting pills to minimize their trips to the restroom and the time spent there.
"i have to come here at least another eleven times. it can't always be this difficult, right?"
"after all, it's just for laying the groundwork."
"it's not worth paying money and suffering for nothing," he thought.
"since i can't eat properly, i should at least sleep comfortably."
"hmm... i can't eat regular meals, but bringing some durable jerky and snacks is still feasible."
chen mu glanced over at the six siblings from wu mountain, shaking his head and sighing.
he had jerky and dried fruit in his five ghosts bag.
if it wasn't for these six siblings, he would have already taken them out to eat.
unfortunately...
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