What Can You Do to Me, Human?

The moment Jiang Lu stepped out the door, she saw the auntie wiping away her tears.

She paused, watching the woman's expression. After a brief internal struggle, she decided to walk over.

For a cultivator, cultivation was not merely about increasing one's strength, but also about tempering one's state of mind.

Since she had this thought, she would simply follow her heart. After this, the karma between her and them would surely be severed.

“I see that you have a kind face, and we share a connection. Take this spiritual plant. If any children in your family possess spiritual roots, consuming it can enhance their purity.”

With that, a spiritual plant wrapped in spiritual energy appeared before the auntie.

The auntie froze, taking it with both hands, and looked at Jiang Lu with a bewildered expression.

Jiang Lu said nothing more and walked outside. Now that this karma was resolved, there was no need for further explanation.

By the time Chen Ming and Chen Hao recovered from their excitement over their Ancestor's imminent awakening, they realized that Jiang Lu was already gone.

They immediately rushed outside, only to see their aunt holding the spiritual plant, staring blankly toward the doorway.

“She left,” she said in a calm voice when she saw the two come out. Then, remembering something, she immediately asked, “How is the Ancestor?”

Although the two were puzzled as to why the Senior had left so quickly, on second thought, a cultivator who could offer such an opportunity might be far beyond the Foundation Establishment realm. She could be a Golden Core cultivator, or perhaps an even more powerful expert.

What they had begged for was already an extravagant hope. How could they dare to entangle themselves further with her?

“The Ancestor will wake up tomorrow. You can rest easy, Aunt,” Chen Ming told her. He then cast a deep look at the spiritual plant in her hands. To give away a Tier Two spiritual plant so casually—she was truly incredibly generous.

But she was also an existence they absolutely could not afford to offend.

They silently swore to themselves that they would never utter a word about the Senior to anyone.

Hearing this, the auntie finally let go of the heavy burden in her heart and breathed a sigh of relief.

Though she did not know why that cultivator had gifted her a spiritual plant, the Ancestor's recovery was a joyous occasion in itself.

Thinking of her daughter's spiritual root, she carefully put the spiritual plant away, intending to have her daughter consume it as soon as she returned home.

A Tier Two spiritual plant, especially one capable of cleansing the marrow and expelling impurities, was incredibly valuable.

She was not an ignorant cultivator; she knew that if this spiritual plant were brought to the Medicine King Pavilion, it would fetch at least one high-grade spirit stone.

That was practically equivalent to an entire year's worth of profit for her family.

But compared to her daughter's spiritual root, this small amount of spirit stones was nothing. Such spiritual plants were rare and hard to come by; if she missed this opportunity, she might never get another chance.

The other clans, who had been eyeing them like hawks, waiting for the Chen Clan's Ancestor to perish, were shocked to learn the next day that his injuries had fully recovered.

How could this be?

According to their information, Old Man Chen had been severely wounded, beyond the help of any medicine.

If he hadn't relied on the clan's supreme treasure to flee back, he would have perished in the outside world long ago.

So how had he recovered now?

When their scouts returned and reported that the two Chen brothers had brought a cultivator back to the clan, only for that cultivator to leave within half a shichen, they instinctively felt that this matter was not simple.

The timing was far too coincidental.

However, that cultivator had vanished quickly after leaving, and the scouts trailing her had lost her trail in no time.

They felt extremely resentful. For the Chen Clan to seize such an opportunity was truly unjust.

Having missed this chance, they might not get such a golden opportunity again in the future.

While the various clans harbored their own schemes over the Chen Clan Ancestor's awakening, Jiang Lu remained unaware of their reactions for the time being.

After leaving, she quickly changed her appearance and clothes. She had been a bit impulsive this time.

If someone with ill intentions noticed her, possessing such a treasure would surely bring disaster. She would be in great danger.

Fortunately, she had shaken off the people trailing her, and no one had seen her true face.

Only then did she have the chance to escape. But in the future, the vitality of the Jianmu must never be revealed to outsiders, and she must not use it lightly.

Fortunately, she had realized this while her cultivation was still low and there was no immediate danger around, serving as a timely warning.

If she were to be discovered in the future when she was the target of public attention, even her master would not be able to protect her.

She stopped, and sensing that the karma had indeed been severed, she let out a breath. If she ever encountered similar karma in the future, she would know exactly what to do.

“Master, can we come out now?”

The spirit beasts asked from within the spirit beast bag. Despite having bought the bag so long ago, this was the first time they had actually been inside.

Usually, they stayed in the cloth pouch at Jiang Lu's waist. But because their master had said they couldn't let others discover their existence, they had entered the spirit beast bag the moment she notified them. Otherwise, they would never have stayed inside.

Now that their master had left that place, they naturally wanted to come out.

Being inside a spirit beast bag was nowhere near as free as being outside, and they were certainly not the type to willingly endure such discomfort.

Hearing this, Jiang Lu released the three of them with a thought.

The three spirit beasts hopped and bounded happily in front of Jiang Lu. They knew their master wouldn't have the heart to leave them in that cold, dreary spirit beast bag.

“Master, your strength has increased! Once your cultivation reaches Foundation Establishment, we can feedback into each other's strength.”

“A contracted beast's strength will rise along with its master's, and the master's strength will also rise along with the contracted beast's.”

“With such a positive cycle, the speed of our growth will be much faster, and our foundations will be even more stable.”

Jiang Lu nodded upon hearing this.

Although this was the first time she was hearing of this, since Chi Li had said so, there was a high probability it was true.

At worst, she could just ask her master about it in detail once he returned.

“Achoo!”

Elder Ye sneezed and rubbed his nose.

As a grand Mahayana cultivator, could he actually catch a cold?

Someone must be cursing him—no, wait, someone must be missing him.

Aiya~

Who could it be? It was so hard to guess. Besides his beloved little disciple, who else could it be?

Aiya~

Was this what they called a sweet burden?

As he thought this, he sent a wind blade from his hand, slashing toward a massive claw.

Splash!

The claw fell into the water, kicking up a massive wave.

After the massive claw was severed, a new, sharp claw rapidly grew back in its place.

Insolent wretch!

Elder Ye looked at the magical beast before him. Within its crimson eyes, he saw intense provocation.

“Human, what can you do to me?”

The magical beast's raspy voice echoed through the surroundings, filled with heavy provocation and disdain.

Hearing this, Elder Ye pursed his lips slightly. What he had just done was merely an appetizer. Since it was so arrogant, there was no need to show it any mercy.

Subsequently, an even more violent battle ensued. When Mahayana cultivators fought, they created their own domains, completely shielding the battle from the outside world.

However, whoever's domain it was, they were the master of it!

Elder Ye launched continuous attacks at it before directly unleashing a killing move. The magical beast dissolved into a pool of bloody water, merging into the sea and vanishing completely.

He rubbed his wrists and hissed softly.

The bastard actually managed to make his foundation slightly unstable.

Once the domain dissipated, he thoroughly plundered all of the magical beast's resources and headed in a certain direction.

His poor little disciple. He had suffered some minor injuries during the fight and needed to stabilize his foundation, so he could only return to find her after some time had passed.

He could only hope his little disciple's strength wouldn't grow too slowly.