After discovering she had spent half a year inhaling dog fur, Lu Ning now felt like dying.
"Whatever, tomorrow I’ll go back to the construction site and achieve greatness again!"
"The friendship among us workers is unbreakable!"
Lu Ning encouraged herself.
...
Thousand chanism Pavilion.
"Where did this wine co from? Why is it so strong?"
Zhang Ze had just tasted a bit, but his head still felt a bit dizzy.
"Oh, that was gotten by Fuji from dicine King Valley," Chen Qin replied casually while polishing her flying sword, "And strictly speaking, it’s not even wine."
"Then what is it?" Zhang Ze asked curiously.
"It’s anesthesia, a potion made by dicine King Valley to tranquilize an elephant for the Beast Taming Sect. Later, soone tasted it, thought it was quite good, mixed it with so brew from the valley, and started selling it as wine."
Zhang Ze, "..."
"By the way, Senior Brother, where are you going tomorrow?" Chen Qin suddenly asked, blinking at Zhang Ze with so anticipation.
Upon hearing this question, Zhang Ze suddenly sighed.
"Just now, when the two of us were at the restaurant..." Zhang Ze began speaking hesitantly, "Aunt Mo found out."
Upon hearing this, Junior Sister’s rosy face imdiately turned pale.
"And then?"
"And then..." Zhang Ze took out a small nut and glanced at the ultimatum on it, and said expressionlessly.
"Aunt Mo said that from now until the Qinghe Association starts, I’m not allowed to leave her sight."
"What about ?" Chen Qin heard this and sighed in relief, thinking it wasn’t a big deal as she was often scolded like this when she was a kid.
"You’re not allowed to enter her sight..."
Chen Qin, "..."
One is not allowed to leave the sight, the other is not allowed to enter the sight; they were effectively isolated.
Chen Qin, "I am her daughter, you know! No way, I’m going to reason with her. Back in the day with my dad..."
Junior Sister talked about the old scandal while getting up to leave, then bumped her forehead with a bang against an invisible wall.
"Ouch ouch ouch." Chen Qin squatted down, clutching her forehead, her whole head buzzing from the impact.
Old Ascender really had many ways to discipline these two Small Ascenders seriously.
Zhang Ze spread his hands, "By the way, there’s one more thing."
"What thing?" Chen Qin asked.
"Aunt Mo also said that if the two of us don’t take the top two spots during the Qinghe Association, making the Sword Sect proud, she’ll break our legs."
Chen Qin, "..."
The next day.
Construction site.
Li stood with imnse grief, holding a small box by Lu Ning’s side, mourning the passing of soone’s freedom.
Lu Ning stood on a small dirt mound, trying her best to look ahead, but she couldn’t quite ignore the overly present Li. She had no choice but to ask.
"You..."
"My na is Li." Li said, holding the small box, her eyes fixed forward.
"May I ask where Junior Brother Zhang is?" Lu Ning politely asked casually.
"In jail?"
Lu Ning was a bit confused but continued to ask, "Then what about his Junior Sister?"
Li sighed, "She left ho angry."
"When will she be back?"
"How would I know."
"Then what are you holding?"
"Lunch."
Lu Ning, "..."
Only after Lu Ning’s detailed inquiry did she understand what Li ant by being in jail.
Turns out they were being watched by that mistress. She looked towards the east, thinking Zhang Ze should be practicing swordsmanship on the mountain now.
So why was she rushing over here?
...
On another part of the construction site, Chen Xiao’Er was pondering the sa thing.
Why was he here?
Reflecting on his past, it seed like he hadn’t done anything, yet felt burdened by countless sins.
Originally, as the village’s simple guy, he spent his days helping with work, farming, living happily.
After turning eighteen, he planned to marry a good wife, have lots of children, then die on cue - a wonderfully fulfilled life.
But the world is unpredictable, just as he was looking into marriage, his long-disappeared elder brother suddenly returned, filled with malevolent energy and gold and silver.
His brother said that flaunting wealth was better than wearing fine clothes at night, and success should naturally be shown off.
This flaunting was fine, but his brother hadn’t forgotten him.
As he rose in status, he naturally wanted to bring along this simple-minded cousin.
"Brother, your talent is wasted, but that’s okay. There’s a saying that late bloors are great bloors. Follow , your big brother, and we will achieve immortality."
And so Chen Xiao’Er’s brother took him to a place called Blood Lion Helm.
There, he learned the most basic Breathing Technique, clumsily starting his Qi cultivation journey.
Before he could learn the Hundred Demons Sect’s Heart thod and wreak havoc, an old red-haired man noticed him and took him to another place, where he beca an honorable gatekeeper.
A gatekeeper forbidden from leaving.
His life, day after day, standing guard, getting scolded, cultivating, thus repeating.
As he stood guard, his personality inexplicably beca more violent, though because he was forbidden from leaving and held the lowest position in Blood Lion Helm, his wickedness had no outlet.
Until one day, the gates of Blood Lion Helm were smashed by the Sword Sect with a kick.
At that mont, Chen Xiao’Er’s only thought was that he finally didn’t have to guard anymore.
What happened next was simple. The Sword Sect cleared out the remnant Demon Path, and he was one of those remnants.
The escape process wasn’t worth ntioning, just him getting beaten, and, whether because he was too unremarkable or just lucky, Chen Xiao’Er survived.
A classic fall off a cliff, classically rescued by a little girl, only this one was also a cultivator.
A disciple of the Carefree Sect.
When Chen Xiao’Er opened his eyes on the Carefree Sect’s bed, realizing where he was.
He was utterly panicked.
Yet, miraculously, everyone who knew about his past was dead, so Chen Xiao’Er went with the flow, claiming he didn’t rember anything.
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