Spiritual Energy Rejuvenation: I Began Cultivating By Farming Chapter 598 - 598 419

598: Chapter 419 598: Chapter 419 Dinner’s ready, so everyone began eating while watching the show.

The fighting monkeys didn’t realize so many pairs of eyes were on them, only concerned that if they failed to complete their task, they’d lose face.

The three monkeys had thought of escaping once they were out, but before they entered that space, they’d been bound by a contract.

They could flee to the ends of the earth, yet they’d have to return.

Disobedience only awaited the punishnt of betrayal.

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At the Immortal Venerable City Saint Sect shop, a young man was welcod by the shop assistant.

This young man was nad the Earl.

The shop assistant had t him before, and the Shopkeeper had once had him followed, attempting to discover the young man’s hideout.

The Earl asked the shop assistant, “Could you tell , brother, is your boss around?”

The assistant had seen him before and witnessed the boss personally receiving him, so he responded with a asure of politeness, “Guest, did you have an appointnt with the boss?”

The Earl was montarily taken aback, but he honestly replied, “I accidentally lost the communicator the boss gave and need to see him about sothing!”

“This…

I can’t find the boss either; he’s not here!” the assistant said with an apologetic sincerity.

Disappointed, the Earl turned to leave.

On his last visit, he had brought back the Pills that Jiang Tang had specially concocted for him, thrilled all the way ho.

Worried about being robbed on his return, he carefully used his Magic Wand to cloak himself, and sure enough, he spotted soone tailing him.

After shaking off the pursuer, he returned to the Stockade.

He was welcod by the young people in the Stockade, and everyone there wanted to know if the Young Clan Leader had secured the resources they needed for their cultivation.

The Earl had indeed brought out so samples of dicinal herbs from that cave, and everyone in the Stockade was aware of it.

“Earl, how did it go?

Did you bring back the resources?” inquired an Elder of the Stockade.

Everyone wanted to beco stronger and yearned for longevity.

With renewed confidence and hope, they feared their inability to protect themselves, with death possibly looming close.

The Earl told them that he had brought back the resources but hadn’t tested their effects yet.

He wanted to discuss with the Clan Leader how to distribute and trial the Pills first.

His clan mbers, full of hope, trusted the Earl, so they agreed.

In the crowd, a beautiful woman watched the Earl with burning eyes, her gaze filled with affection.

The Earl could feel her stare, but at this mont he wasn’t concerned with love; in fact, he held no affection for this woman.

He simply hadn’t t the woman he truly loved yet, so he didn’t reject her.

Nor did he confess his feelings.

The Earl went to see his father and grandfather.

Under their watchful protection, he consud one of the Pills that Jiang Tang had specifically concocted for him.

Upon taking a Pill, the Earl felt a warmth course through his body.

The warmth flowed through his ridians and brought a comfortable sensation to his entire being.

He could feel his muscles and bones strengthening from within.

Their family practiced a form of Martial Arts that, without a Magic Wand, made them no different from ordinary Martial Artists.

The one advantage they had was their ability to take human form, preventing others from seeing their terrible true heads without a spell.

It was one of the Spells of their vampiric clan that without a Magic Wand, even a Cultivator from the Cultivation World at the Golden Core stage could bully them.

The Earl had already experienced this in his last encounter.

If it hadn’t been for his Magic Wand blocking the Golden Core Cultivator, their clan might have been exterminated long ago.

He understood the elderly generation’s painstaking choices.

Living hidden deep in the mountains and forests, they preserved their strength from the outside world, despite a life of poverty.

After taking a Pill, the Earl truly felt stronger, as if he had consud a Power Pill, and his physical strength had increased significantly.

For their kind, who practiced such Spells, they needed a robust physical strength to wield the Magic Wand.

The Earl cultivated for two hours and, under the astonished gaze of his father and grandfather, he finished his training.

“How are you feeling, son?

How’s your body?”

“Grandson, do you feel your strength has increased?”

Upon hearing his father’s and grandfather’s questions, the Earl nodded with a smile, “Grandfather, Father, I feel like my body is full of power; I’m stronger than before, with much greater strength.”

“Good, good, good!

Our clan has hope for revenge now!” The old man laughed until tears ca out—not from sadness.

The revenge he spoke of wasn’t against the people of the Cultivation World; it was those who had bullied them, the ones wanting to capture their people in cages.

The Earl handed over the remainder of the Pills to his father and grandfather, keeping only two for himself.

It wasn’t that he was selfish, but after all the hardships to acquire these treasures, he naturally wanted to ensure his own welfare.

The Earl’s father and grandfather also kept so aside for themselves, then called a family eting.

The males received a Pill each, as supplies were limited, leaving none for the females.

Upon receiving their boon, the n were ecstatic and imdiately returned ho to begin their cultivation.

Although the won felt so disappointnt, they took solace in knowing that as the n grew stronger, they wouldn’t be easily bullied, and they could only hope the Young Master would bring back more Pills next ti so they could also cultivate.

Several days passed, and those who had received the Pills ca to understand their benefits—increased strength made hunting much easier.

A few days later, the Earl, accompanied by the young n and so Hunters, went into the mountains.

They were to protect the cave where the dicinal herbs were planted—their Pills for cultivation.

So of them they didn’t use could be sold.

Jiang Tang had already taught him the nas of those samples.