High Martial World: I Gain Passive Skills Daily-Chapter 41 - 40: Drifting Duckweed and Wandering Fish, Saints Do Not Enter Reincarnation
Missed the city gate appointment, Chen Kuang thought he would never see Qingcuo, that silly goose who earnestly discussed with him which hugging posture was more comfortable.
Moreover, since Li Hongling was not dead, he assumed Qingcuo’s assassination had failed, and she had perished.
But unexpectedly, they met again at such a moment.
Qingcuo heard him call her name and merely nodded:
"Hmm."
Chen Kuang didn’t have the strength to reminisce at such a time. Qingcuo’s cultivation was a bit higher than an ordinary Black Armor Guard, but she was only at the Tower Ascension Realm.
Facing several Innate Realm cultivators from Immortal Sects, plus three burdens, she wasn’t in an advantageous position.
Fortunately, Qingcuo had previously demonstrated her marvelous Vertical Leaping Technique, which had thwarted Chen Kuang when he tried to memorize the path between the prison and the camp because of her miraculous way of walking on air.
At this moment, using it to escape, it proved effective and unstoppable.
Within a few breaths, the silhouettes of those cultivators were no longer visible.
Qingcuo carried the three of them for a while, finding a hidden cave in the mountains and forests.
This cave was actually a cave within a cave; the outer cave seemed hidden but wasn’t deep, and just a few steps in, the end was visible.
The end was a dead end, empty, with only a muddy, dingy pond, clearly dead water.
Yet, submerging below this pond led to another cave inside after a short while.
Using a pond to cover the real hiding place, it truly exemplifies the saying hiding under one’s nose.
"This was once used by the Huo Family Army for ambush exercises, abandoned for years, hard for ordinary people to discover."
Qingcuo retracted the spiritual qi used to separate water, pushing the three of them up, explaining.
"However, this place can’t lead outside; staying too long may risk suffocation and fainting, so it can only be used to temporarily avoid attention."
She herself climbed up, glanced at the pale-faced Chen Kuang, without wasting any words: "Once you recover some, we move immediately."
"Those people just now were merely outer disciples of the Three Tribulations Sect providing support at the battlefield’s outskirts, who happened to see your suspicious behavior, hence acted."
"But soon, the news of your escape should spread throughout the Three Tribulations Sect."
"The Three Tribulations Sect has come not only with Wei Su but also has two Moon Embrace Realm Elders; the cultivators of Lingtai Mountain can’t hold them off for long."
"Once they take action, scouting with their Primordial Spirit Emergence, we’ll be discovered immediately."
Having deceived one Shen Xingzhu, and the entire Three Tribulations Sect...
Or, Shen Xingzhu was never the focal point of this matter.
Although her essence had been seen through by Chen Kuang, in terms of action and stance, she was a bona fide "neutral party".
If Chen Kuang didn’t possess the Elixir of Longevity, there would be no conflict with Shen Xingzhu.
The biggest enemy now was the Three Tribulations Sect, led by Wei Su, who also wanted the Elixir of Longevity.
Ji Chengtian, orchestrating this war from thousands of miles away in the Zhou Kingdom, even ranks second.
Fooling Li Hongling in Lu Mountain wasn’t difficult, but if someone reviewed, they’d soon find Chen Kuang played too heavy a role...
Wei Su could figure it out; there’s no reason the elders couldn’t.
Worse still...
Chen Kuang had killed Wei Su.
The person was the Sect Leader’s son of the Three Tribulations Sect, forming a blood feud.
Even if Wei Su attacked first, and Chen Kuang counter-killed for self-defense... but who cares about that?
In this world, there are no laws and principles.
Everything is about strength and weakness.
Chen Kuang stared at the surface of the pond covered with duckweed.
In this murky, dirty swamp, grounded life cannot survive, only rootless, unattached duckweed rises high, occupying all the upper space.
Below the dense duckweed, there were actually a few small fish, only as long as a pinky finger, surviving in such a cramped environment.
Suddenly, a small fish surfaced, opened its mouth, swallowed a few pieces of duckweed, and then sank below again.
This tiny gap existed briefly for a moment, and then densely packed duckweed once again covered all the water surface.
In this world, cultivators are like that duckweed.
But who would be that fish?
"I understand now."
Chen Kuang nodded, sighed: "I heal too slowly on my own, I might need your help."
Qingcuo could also see his difficulty even adjusting his breath, took out some healing medicine and handed it to him, sitting cross-legged behind him: "I’ll help you circulate your energy."
Chen Kuang poured one out, swallowed it, feeling a warm current wash over his body, his wounds healing faster, and the previously sluggish spiritual qi slightly stirred.
Delicate hands were placed on his back, beginning to transmit spiritual qi, guiding his circulation.
He quickly adjusted his posture, relaxing his whole body, entering the First Aspect "Dushe Descending Heaven", cooperating with the treatment.
Yet the thought in his mind was, so it’s true what they say about TV shows being fictional, no need to undress at all...
Chen Kuang thought again, one can’t say that, after all, those making TV shows aren’t real cultivators.
Such disturbances of trivial thoughts soon faded away in the tidal waves of spiritual qi.
By the third cycle of circulation, Chen Kuang could finally sustain the flow of spiritual qi on his own.
The dried-out apertures gradually refilled.
Qingcuo withdrew her hands, opened her eyes.
She saw Chu Wen Ruo not far, holding the Little Princess shivering, thought for a moment, and stood up, stripped off her outer garment, and handed it over.
Chu Wen Ruo was taken aback, seeing the young girl who had now shed the heavy scales of the Black Armor Guard, leaving only a strapless top for ease of movement, her fair skin largely exposed, matched with that charming face, evoking a sense of pity.
Chu Wen Ruo couldn’t help but feel maternal affection: "Aren’t you... aren’t you cold?"
Qingcuo shook her head: "Madam is joking, I am a cultivator."
"If you fall ill from cold, it will just be another hindrance on the run."
Chu Wen Ruo awkwardly smiled, hastily took it and put it on.
Gradually, from exhaustion, the mother and daughter fell into a deep sleep.
Shortly after, Qingcuo too felt an irresistible drowsiness, her eyes growing heavy.
Alarmed in her heart, she intended to draw a dagger, pierce her own thigh to stay alert, but before closing her eyes, she blurredly saw a familiar figure appear before her.
Qingcuo, momentarily lost, could not resist the sleepiness any longer, leaned against the mountain wall, and fell asleep.
Chen Kuang finished adjusting his breathing, confirmed he recovered about fifty percent, and immediately opened his eyes, intending to speak to Qingcuo.
Only to see by the edge of the pond, an old man clad in golden armor.
The old man, with long, white hair draped down, sat casually with his back to him, only his spine straight, like a sword never bending.
"Old man, you’re still alive?!"
Chen Kuang reacted as if seeing a ghost, jumped up suddenly.
"Heh, making a fuss about nothing."
The old man turned slightly, said faintly: "Boy, haven’t you heard—Saints do not enter the cycle of reincarnation."
