Fellow Daoist, Do You Have Any Spirit Stones?

Translator: AnubisTL

A crescent moon hung upside down in the center of the black curtain of night.

Gu Feng lay on the rooftop, holding a wine flask, his mood complex.

It was a deeply contradictory feeling. Yan Yexue's confession had left him both delighted and troubled.

The faces of several women flashed repeatedly in his mind, swirling back and forth.

Sigh...

Gurgle, gurgle!

Whether it was an illusion or simply the result of being single for too long, ever since he had refined the Dragon Ancestor's Essence Blood, Gu Feng had noticed his immunity to women weakening.

Not just Hua Wenyue, who was always by his side, but even Long Xun'er, who hated him to the core, occasionally stirred those wicked, shameless impulses within him—a desire to ravage them thoroughly.

"What's happening to me? It must be the Dragon Clan's inherent nature!" Gu Feng chuckled bitterly, feeling his virginity was about to fall any day now.

The night was pitch black!

A sparrow, no bigger than a palm, suddenly plummeted from the sky as if struck by something.

Irritated, it craned its neck, seeking the culprit. But to its utter bewilderment, the air was empty, not even a shadow to be seen.

Flapping its wings helplessly, it vanished into the night.

"Amitabha, Patron Yan's tracking powder truly is miraculous. If not for this Magic Artifact's guidance, this humble monk wouldn't have even detected that peculiar scent, let alone found the group of villains who invaded the Emerald Peak Estate!"

"Daring to plot against even the person this monk is sworn to protect... they must have eaten the heart of a bear and the gall of a leopard.

Let this monk see their identities, and while I'm at it, I'll beg for alms. Gah-gah-gah—"

A low, murmuring voice echoed, and a short, stout figure flickered past.

Hmm?!

Standing beneath the tavern, he suddenly froze. According to the Magic Artifact's guidance, one of the intruders from the estate was on the roof.

The stout figure, concealed by his Kasaya, lightly ascended to the rooftop.

After a brief survey, his heart settled.

"Sea Condensation Realm, First Stage? Perhaps considered a master by outsiders.

But in this monk's eyes, they're nothing at all!"

He levitated into the air, slowly drifting toward the man.

As he caught a glimpse of the man's profile, he paused. The man on the roof, drinking wine, had silver temples, yet appeared surprisingly young.

From the outline, there was a faint familiarity, as if he had seen the man somewhere before.

There were countless people in the world who looked alike, so he didn't dwell on it. His tiny, bean-like eyes locked onto the man's back from thirty meters away.

Silently, he retrieved the bronze Demon Subduing Pestle, gripping it tightly in his hand. He took a deep breath.

Then, with a fierce surge of power, he charged forward, aiming a furious blow at the back of the man's head.

This strike was undeniably fierce. Even a Sea Condensation Realm expert at the fifth level would be knocked unconscious by it, let alone the fledgling Sea Condensation Realm cultivator before him.

However, the expected grunt of pain never came. The instant he realized his strike had missed, his body jolted violently.

Sweat beaded across his forehead, trickling down his chubby cheeks in rhythmic drips.

He spun a full 360 degrees, the bizarre scene hammering at his brain: he couldn't find the man anywhere.

What did this mean? It meant the man was a Soul Power expert whose Soul Power far surpassed his own, capable of suppressing his local Soul perception.

He knew the other person was right behind him.

"Hah!"

With a roar, the Demon Subduing Pestle in his hand burst into radiant light, and ethereal Buddhist chants filled the air. Without turning around, he unleashed a terrifying attack toward his back.

He missed again, sending his heart plummeting into an bottomless abyss. He couldn't help but cry out in despair, "It's over!"

Bang!

A silver whip, crackling with electric arcs, expanded in his pupils as he watched it slam directly into his forehead.

"Holy shit!"

In that instant, he seemed to realize the other person's identity, but it was too late. The drowsiness overwhelming his brain plunged him into darkness, and he lost consciousness.

Bang!

A crisp sound echoed as Gu Feng chuckled, watching the dead monk collapse. He picked up the monk and carried him into the room.

The entire process took only a split second, but it was enough to rouse Hua Wenyue and the others.

"Is that... Monk Wu De?"

Hua Wenyue's lips twitched as she recognized the familiar bald head and saw Gu Feng squatting beside it.

Back to his old tricks?

"Don't worry, don't worry, just an old friend," Gu Feng said casually.

Gu Feng didn't even raise his head. He casually removed Monk Wu De's Storage Ring, effortlessly erasing the mark on it. He then began counting the contents with a grin.

"Damn, this bald donkey is loaded! In just five years, he's amassed so much good stuff!"

Monk Wu De's collection made Gu Feng's eyes gleam with envy. There were two or three Low-Grade Earth Artifacts alone, not to mention other Natural Treasures.

In terms of overall wealth, Monk Wu De was even richer than Gu Feng was now.

After taking everything out, Gu Feng casually tossed the Storage Ring onto the roof as if nothing had happened.

"Have you no shame? Robbing again?" Hua Wenyue couldn't stand it any longer and couldn't help but comment.

"Hehe, he ambushed me first!" Gu Feng replied shamelessly.

"Long Xun'er, store these items for me!"

After finishing, he picked up a cup of cold tea from the table and splashed it onto Monk Wu De's forehead.

"Hiss~~~"

Monk Wu De groaned, then slowly regained consciousness.

"Ah—! Which bastard dared to steal Buddha's treasures!" The first thing he did upon waking was check his Storage Ring.

I didn't know until I looked, and then I nearly fainted. A murderous aura, utterly incongruous with his demeanor, emanated from his brow, and a palpable killing intent slowly flowed from him.

"You bald donkey! Why are you shouting so loud in the middle of the night?!"

A familiar voice rang out, and Monk Wu De froze. It dawned on him that the person he'd just ambushed might have been the one speaking.

"Patron Gu...?" The man's face before him stirred a memory in Monk Wu De's mind. Coupled with the silver whip he'd seen earlier, there was no doubt about Gu Feng's identity.

"You bald donkey! It's been years. What are you doing passed out here?" Gu Feng asked with a mocking smile.

Monk Wu De's heart skipped a beat, and his expression darkened.

Gu Feng's words suggested he was about to seize his treasures.

Just as he was about to erupt in fury, he met Gu Feng's meaningful gaze. His body trembled, and a chill swept through him.

"This... this humble monk doesn't know. I only remember being ambushed, and then I woke up here!"

"I sensed the commotion and drove off the attacker. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been just a loss of wealth for you!!" Gu Feng said softly.

The moment Monk Wu De heard these words, a thousand thoughts raced through his mind. He roared inwardly: You're the one! The villain who stole my treasure and is now pretending to know nothing about it!

His chubby face twisted through a series of expressions, finally settling on a cowardly, strained smile that was uglier than a cry.

"Thank goodness I met Patron Gu. Otherwise, this humble monk would likely have lost both his treasure and his life."

"Come, come. It's been too long! Let's share a drink to celebrate our reunion."

Monk Wu De had adjusted his attitude quickly, choosing not to dwell on the treasure he had lost. Surviving under Gu Feng's shadow was already a victory—what more could he ask for? He had only himself to blame for failing to recognize Gu Feng at first and foolishly attempting to ambush him.

As the inheritor of the Buddha Emperor's legacy, Monk Wu De had some understanding of physiognomy, divination, and karma. Therefore, he didn't react to Gu Feng's reappearance with the same grief as others might have. Instead, he seized the opportunity to join the Sunset Glow Sect, drawing closer to Yan Yexue, Chu Youhuan, and others. Over the past five years, he had become an indispensable assistant to both women.

This was a sturdy thigh—if he could hold onto it tightly, escaping this remote place and returning to his birthplace wouldn't be a dream.

Monk Wu De wasn't even shocked by Hua Wenyue's current cultivation level. Instead, he kept observing Long Xun'er and Shi San, who were standing to the side without sitting down.

In the depths of his mind, a vast dragon aura flickered, sending waves of shock through his heart.

What stunned him even more was the unbreakable karmic connection between the two Dragon Clan Heaven's Chosen and Gu Feng—a strange feeling, like the relationship between a slave and their master.

This was truly heaven-defying! He had actually signed a master-servant contract with two Dragon Clan Heaven's Chosen. Wasn't he afraid of the Dragon Clan's retribution?

With just a glance, Gu Feng knew Monk Wu De had seen something.

Recalling what Zhu Qingyan had told him earlier—that Monk Wu De possessed immense fortune and a lineage of astonishing origins—he wasn't surprised.

"Sit down and eat with us!" Gu Feng signaled to the two. Long Xun'er and Shi San sat down, heads bowed in silence.

"Patron Gu, these two are...?" Monk Wu De asked, pretending not to understand.

"Friends I met in the East Sea," Gu Feng replied casually.

Seeing the monk still looked curious, he added, "Don't ask what you shouldn't, and don't know what you shouldn't. Surely a bald donkey like you understands this much."

"Understood, understood!" Monk Wu De chuckled awkwardly and dropped the subject.

As they downed glass after glass of Spirit Wine, time flew by.

With the eastern sky beginning to lighten, golden sunlight streamed through the windows. Gu Feng signaled the innkeeper to clear the table.

"Let's go meet the Third Prince at the Emerald Peak Estate!" Gu Feng waved his hand, and the five of them left the inn.

"Bald donkey, remember to say we ran into each other by chance and had nothing to do with last night's intruders!" As he spoke, Gu Feng glanced at Hua Wenyue, who wore a look of disdain, as if to say, "A coward hiding in the shadows."

Monk Wu De looked stunned, his mouth opening as if to say, "Even if this humble monk doesn't speak, Patron Yan can deduce our identities from the odorless, colorless powder."

Recalling the lost treasure, a wicked amusement rose within him. He nodded slowly.

Emerald Peak Estate!

The moment they appeared at the estate's gate, Yan Yexue sensed the disturbance.

Just then, someone entered to report that Monk Wu De and four unfamiliar cultivators were waiting outside, requesting an audience.

The Third Prince waved the messenger away, his gaze turning to Yan Yexue.

"Those four must be the ones who entered the estate last night. Monk Wu De has likely been captured," Yan Yexue frowned. Their brazen approach, so confident and unconcerned, signaled ill intent.

"Mm, then let's greet them with the Array Formation!" The Third Prince's voice was low, but he wasn't overly worried. This formation was a peerless killing array bestowed upon him by Prefect Chu of the Chu Clan when he came to Great Wei as a hostage. It was powerful enough to obliterate any cultivator below the Soul Core Realm.

"You stay here. I'll handle things outside!" Yan Yexue rose abruptly and strode out.

"Be careful!" the Third Prince called after her.

(End of the Chapter)

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