I Have A Cultivation World - Chapter 146

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After half a year of exploration, Chen Mobai had traversed every corner of Green Light Island.

Three months ago, the flock of Black Plague Birds that once lurked around the island left, as the food in this area had been depleted.

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With no more concerns, Chen Mobai thoroughly searched the important markets and areas where the teleportation arrays were located.

The most significant find was a storage bag he found in the ruins of a collapsed market.

He didn’t know whose ill-fated property it was. The owner might have left it there, fearing it would draw attention during a battle, only to lose it when the entire Green Light Island fell.

Unfortunately, Chen Mobai didn’t know how to open it and he dared not ask any questions at the Immortal Sect.

So, it remained in his hand, waiting for an opportunity in the future, perhaps after joining the Divine Wood Sect, to figure it out.

In addition to the unopenable storage bag, there were other intact magic artifacts: a black iron stick, a curved knife, an axe, five crossbows, and sixteen bottles of elixir.

Chen Mobai gathered the elixirs and stored them in his cave.

The rest were handed to Wu Wan for appraisal, and it turned out that apart from the valuable materials used, these artifacts were crudely forged and functioned just like ordinary weapons—all it took was to infuse them with spiritual power.

Since the items were large and cumbersome, Chen Mobai couldn’t be bothered to take them off the island, so he turned them all over to Wu Wan.

They were sold for a total of 138,000 Good Deed Points, which amounted to a fair reward for his half-year of hard work.

Now on his account, including the 200,000 from Shen Juanxiu, minus the investments spent on drawing symbols over the past six months, he had a total of 320,000 Good Deed Points, which is quite a decent sum.

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However, during this half year, due to dabbling on Green Light Island, collecting items, and transferring to the Pure Yang Scroll, he hadn’t been able to fully commit to snatching the three treasures for Foundation Establishment on the Immortal Sect’s website, otherwise, his assets could have doubled.

Yet, perhaps it all worked out for the best. After all, if he kept succeeding in winning the auctions, he would no longer be seen as simply lucky and might even draw official attention.

Chen Mobai had searched every inch of the surface of Green Light Island over the past six months, feeling there might still be something buried underground, but he couldn’t possibly tear up the entire island.

Moreover, the Divine Wood Sect was about to start recruiting Loose Cultivators soon, so he couldn’t waste any more time here.

Therefore, he decided to leave.

Using the Spirit Tree, he made the simplest of rafts. Armed with sixteen bottles of elixir that he had found on the island, he left the deserted island that held many memories.

Opening the Turtle Treasure, the mostly blank map came into view.

After careful consideration, Chen Mobai decided to go to the island run by Southstream Market first.

Who knew what the situation there was?

Was it also eradicated during the demonic beast frenzy?

If the teleportation arrays there were also destroyed, it would take Chen Mobai nearly a month of drifting in the Cloud Dream Marsh before he could return to land.

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With a compass he had purchased from the Immortal Sect, and cross-referencing the map in the Turtle Treasure, Chen Mobai began his journey alone on the raft.

The trip from Green Light Island would take three days.

By dawn, he found a reef to disembark, anchored the raft, and clicked on the “return to city” option.

After spending a peaceful New Year with his mother, Tang Panchui, they went to his aunt and uncle’s house. When the elders started playing mahjong, he took his sister, Wang Xinying, to watch a New Year blockbuster.

The story was about a young man who fought against heaven and earth, ultimately saving his wife and having a happy life together.

Chen Mobai forgot the plot as soon as the movie ended, while Wang Xinying was engrossed, still recounting the protagonist’s perseverance and loyalty to love as they left.

“By the way, bro, where’s that beautiful sister-in-law from last time? Why haven’t you brought her home yet?”

Wang Xinying’s words caught Chen Mobai off guard.

“I told you, we’re just friends.”

“I understand…”

Seeing his sister’s barely suppressed laughter, Chen Mobai couldn’t help but give her double buns a rub. As she squealed in surprise, he laughed heartily and ran off.

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The joyful banter between the siblings filled the New Year with festivity.

However, Wang Xinying’s words did remind Chen Mobai of something.

Indeed, he hadn’t contacted Qing Nu in a while.

He wondered how she was doing recently.

Had she completed the concoction of the Fire Clearing Pill?

Yang Jing’s injuries should be healed, right?

With these questions in mind, he decided to give her a call.

The next day, they were back at the grilled fish restaurant.

“Here you go!”

Qing Nu gave Chen Mobai a large bottle of pills.

“What is this?”

“It’s the Fire Clearing Pill.”

“You made it?”

“I failed countless times at first, couldn’t even extract the medicinal materials correctly. Later, I asked for help from Teacher Shang Qing. She brought a professional alchemist from Bao Ping Pharmacy to teach me for half a month. She also rented me a lower-grade Rank-2 caldron. After ruining seven batches of raw materials, I achieved success.”

Qing Nu spoke of her hardships in alchemy, but once she succeeded in concocting the Fire Clearing Pill, everything had been smooth sailing for her.

All the successful Fire Clearing Pills she had prepared in the past six months were in that bottle.

“Did you keep any for yourself?”

As Chen Mobai took the bottle and counted the pills using his Divine Sense, he was surprised to find there were 24 pills.

“No, after all, we had agreed that all the successful pills belong to you.”

Qing Nu shook her head; she was more than satisfied from gaining mastery in alchemy skills.

“The 300,000 Good Deed Points I earned from betting, after deducting handling fees, were used to purchase materials for 14 batches of Fire Clearing Pills. I have 12,000 Good Deed Points left over, I will transfer to you.”

“No need, didn’t I already say it before? I wanted to give you a hardship allowance. Consider it as a reward for your alchemy.”

Chen Mobai refused to accept the money. When Qing Nu’s teacher was arrested and she lost her source of income, he had stated that each successful pill represented a reward which could be seen as a sponsorship for her studies at Jumang Daoist Academy.

“Then let me not hold back.”

Qing Nu didn’t hesitate upon hearing this, she thanked him and accepted the money.

“Oh, by the way, can I buy a Fire Clearing Pill from you?”

After the grilled fish arrived, Qing Nu suddenly made a request that surprised Chen Mobai.

“You could have easily given me one less, and I wouldn’t have known.”

“I’m not that kind of person.”

A bit angry, Qing Nu pouted. Chen Mobai quickly apologized, opened the pill bottle, and poured out a pill for her.

“I’m buying it for Yang Jing. She is having some trouble with her Divine Sense after practicing the Twofold Divine Technique.”

Having said this, Qing Nu transferred 5,000 Good Deed Points to Chen Mobai.

While Chen Mobai wanted to refuse, Qing Nu insisted that he take the money.

Seeing her resolve, Chen Mobai had no choice but to accept.

“Oh, you guys got here first.”

At this time, Yan Bingxuan’s voice sounded from behind them.

Next to her, Mo Simin was staring in surprise at Chen Mobai and Qing Nu who were already seated.

“The friends you were talking about having lunch with, it’s these two?”

Mo Simin asked her good friend with a stiff face. Yan Bingxuan nodded slightly and pulled her to sit down..