Free Web NovelChapter 580: Chapter 523: Always Just a Little Short
The whole half-day, Chicken Feather Gall went completely unseen, not because he was busy, but out of fear.
Just when he finished giving directions, telling Han Yu to find Ling Wuce, he suddenly realized, the grown-ups were still inside, and if... if they happened to be eating something strange, and were seen by Han Yu, then...
The more he thought about it, the scarier it became, and the feeling of creeping terror never left him, because his damned intuition told him, it must be this way, things will surely unfold according to some strange plot.
So after leaving the Government Office, he dared not return, even if it meant his death.
After wandering around New Sea Stone City for half a day, that ominous premonition lingered.
"Am I doomed?"
Chicken Feather Gall scratched his head, muttering with a bitter expression.
"You are definitely doomed!"
A cold voice sounded behind him, and before he could turn his head, a gust of wind whooshed past his ear, and by the time he reacted, he was horrified to find he had been abducted...
Several miles outside New Sea Stone City, a streak of light appeared! As it landed, it transformed into three figures.
In a daze, Chicken Feather Gall looked around and, upon seeing an incredibly familiar face, his legs turned to jelly, panic rising in his heart, and the next moment he wanted to turn and run.
How could it be this life-threatening guy?
Liu Zongyuan, the one person he didn’t dare to jinx by name, had finally come.
Chicken Feather Gall hadn’t forgotten what he had done before, conducting a sham business deal with the other party previously.
He had brazenly taken someone’s Magical Treasure that could grow into a Spiritual Treasure, then fed the person his saliva for two days, only to be discovered in the end.
Just the thought of it revealed how deadly this situation was.
Soon, he noticed another familiar face beside Liu Zongyuan, Split Soul!
Chicken Feather Gall’s eyes went straight, wasn’t this the fearsome expert who came looking for trouble before?
Liu Zongyuan alone, who wasn’t even their enemy, had already scared him half to death, let alone a figure like Split Soul. The next moment, he simply collapsed and fainted...
Initially, Liu Zongyuan was indeed infuriated upon seeing Chicken Feather Gall again, but seeing the internal melodrama going on inside the other, he couldn’t help but find it amusing.
Chasing Soul curiously assessed Chicken Feather Gall for a long time since following Liu Zongyuan here, noticing that this stupid Daoist had a deeply sullen look.
After spotting him snatch someone without a word upon finding a barely formed estate city in the mountains, Chasing Soul had already concluded that the person they were looking for was indeed this unimpressive-seeming guy in front of them.
Yet, what puzzled Chasing Soul was why this apparently lowly cultivated and seedy-looking man, who could even be frightened into fainting, was worth Liu Zongyuan’s cross-sea trip?
"Fainted? Alright then, let’s just burn him!"
On the other side, Liu Zongyuan suddenly sneered and said.
Unexpectedly, the feigning-unconscious Chicken Feather Gall suddenly opened his eyes, jumped to his feet, and began to beg for mercy.
"Have mercy, Senior! I have thousands of fellow town folk and relatives to care for above, and an unseen Dao companion and unborn children waiting to be fed below, spare me please..."
Chicken Feather Gall pleaded tearfully, his cries downright tragic.
An unseen Dao companion?
Unborn children?
Liu Zongyuan almost burst out laughing, especially at that pitiful look.
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Chicken Feather Gall pursed his lips and shifted his gaze helplessly to Chasing Soul.
"He’s not the one you think; rest assured, he won’t take your life."
Liu Zongyuan said offhandedly, but Chicken Feather Gall kept trembling, no fool he was; this was clearly the same person, how could it not be him?
"How about this, you let me go, and I’ll return the item to you."
By now, Chicken Feather Gall only thought to save his life and hurriedly took out the vine he had obtained from his bosom.
"I didn’t come to get the item back from you."
Liu Zongyuan shook his head, replying irritably, knowing full well that to him, the item’s value was quite insignificant; no way a Divine Platform Realm Cultivator would fixate on a mere Magical Treasure.
Even though this Magical Treasure might be cultivated into a Spiritual Treasure, that would require ample time, effort, and resource dedication to cultivate; he wasn’t that petty.
Yet Chicken Feather Gall misunderstood these words’ meaning.
If he didn’t want it back, that meant he was holding him accountable, leaving him pale-faced and shaking uncontrollably with fear.
Liu Zongyuan thought about explaining, but Chasing Soul seemed quite interested in watching the scene unfold beside him, rendering him embarrassed to discuss certain things further nor willing to have them observed.
"How about you go take a stroll somewhere?"
He turned displeased to look at the other, trying to dismiss Chasing Soul.
"I’m not going anywhere; I’ll stay right here."
Chasing Soul shrugged, looking resolute about staying put.
Liu Zongyuan’s face turned green, finding Chicken Feather Gall’s expression becoming exceedingly awkward, struggling to find words to say.
Damn it!
How could he speak to anyone with Chasing Soul not leaving?
Must he face humiliation directly?
Pondering back and forth, Liu Zongyuan abruptly acted, grabbing Chicken Feather Gall, turning once more into a streak of light and fleeing to the sky...
...
"So, how is it? How is it?"
Han Yu left Ling Wuce in the city carefreely, running off alone mysteriously.
In the Sea of Consciousness, his voice of urgency continuously resounded. Three Pills for eighteen years of Qi Fortune was no small amount; there should be some movement by now, right?
"Still nothing."
After holding it in for quite a while, the Artifact Spirit finally squeezed out those words, leaving Han Yu dumbfounded right there.
Still not enough?
Are you a damned bottomless pit?
Coincidentally, the Artifact Spirit had the same thought; pinching two fingers, it complained dejectedly, saying, "Not a flicker of reaction, short by that much again."
It was nearly crying with fret; it didn’t make sense! If there were a huge gap, it’d be understandable, but coming this far, why stall here specifically.
Could it be the perception was off?
Was it actually more than just a little bit?
Han Yu shook his head helplessly, sighed, and said, "If it doesn’t work, let’s wait until tomorrow!"
The following day, Han Yu rejected Ling Wuce’s companionship, went alone to the Qi Fortune cultivators, casually pointed to three more, and without much ado, refined Pills, gave them, and made them eat!
Without even pausing to see the effects of the West River Pill.
With Han Yu broadening the limit of his cultivation, now the common changes in Qi Fortune cultivators really held no interest for him.
Six years of Qi Fortune, to put it harshly, sounded akin to dumb luck, merely escorting these individuals to the Divine Gaze Realm, no outstanding encounters at all.
Fortunately, the Qi Fortune fed back was genuine; Han Yu felt the movement within the Sea of Consciousness, as a strand of Profound Yellow Qi descended from above the Sea of Consciousness, landing atop the Artifact Spirit.
Is it done?
Han Yu remarked silently while watching the small face with closed eyes and solemn demeanor within the Sea of Consciousness.
Moments later, with a sudden ’snap,’ the Artifact Spirit began rolling there within the Sea of Consciousness.
Did it have such a significant reaction?
Han Yu was startled and meant to prepare and find a place to observe the ensuing events thoroughly.
But as it turned out...
"It’s too much, it’s still not right, not enough."
The Artifact Spirit cried pitifully while rolling around.
All it wanted was to shape itself, not an outrageous demand, yet why was there no reaction after taking so much Qi Fortune.
Han Yu’s stride abruptly halted, his face instantly darkening.
After all this, and you tell me it’s still not enough?
Were it not for seeing this cursed thing rolling around the ground, he would have suspected it was merely acting.
"Tell me, are you playing me? If you need more Qi Fortune, just say so."
Han Yu acknowledged he wasn’t so petty, and would provide it without reluctance, but this game was pushing it too far.
The Artifact Spirit huffed angrily, jumping up, spinning around in a tizzy, seemingly infuriated too, "Whoever tricks you, is the grandson."
Forget it, four left.
Han Yu sighed quietly, turning to comfort, "We’ll see again tomorrow..."
On the third day, Han Yu’s face turned even darker.
Because the damned thing was rolling around again.
"No matter how much you play the fool and roll around, there’s only one left tomorrow, if it still fails, I’ll have no other option.
Han Yu expressed resignation, sighed deeply, and coupled with the final cultivator tomorrow, this fellow would truly enjoy the sixty years of Qi Fortune alone.
Along with previous times, this damned thing had indulged in nearly a century of Qi Fortune.
Never mind Transformation, if such Qi Fortune were exchanged for him, his strength could have increased by a large margin.
"Tomorrow, if it doesn’t succeed, you can prepare to abandon hope."
Han Yu gritted his teeth and said.
