Chapter 32 – Vast-Body Art (III)

Chapter 32

Vast-Body Art (III)

Damn.

That’s one thick window.

And that’s a lot of information to dump on me.

So, all my points are gone, my body feels slightly lighter (likely due to the extra 3% purification), and, apparently, I got a trait?

Demonic Qi Sensitivity… call me a paranoid little prick, but this feels an awful lot like foreshadowing, no? Like in those stories where main characters unlock some super specific power that seems beyond useless, yet they are literally saved by it within the next few chapters.

This… are there, like, demonic cultivators in the sect? Will I discover some deep-seated conspiracy about how our sect’s been infiltrated by them?

… whatever. I’ll think about it when I come across it.

Most importantly, I got a splurge of quests! Four of them! And those last two… damn, those rewards are really juicy. Ew. I’m a forty-year-old man who just used the word ‘juicy’…

Anyway, everything is ready. I have (hopefully) enough Spirit Stones to support my two resource-sucking drones for the foreseeable future. I have a method for Dai Xiu as soon as she can cultivate again, and I have a premonition that the competition in six months’ time will not go as most of the sect anticipates…

…

Days and weeks began to blur together rather rapidly.

Once I stopped descending the mountain and wholly dedicated myself to erecting shelters for my disciples, a simple yet gratifying daily routine was established.

I’d wake up at the crack of dawn, have breakfast and tea with both my disciples. Right after, Long Tao would retire somewhere to cultivate, Dai Xiu would do her daily cleanup, and I’d go to the back of the mountain and resume construction.

Two weeks in, a surprise happened–Dai Xiu’s ‘brother’ woke up from his coma. To be frank, I kind of forgot about the boy; I’d stuffed him in Dai Xiu’s temporary room, and she had been taking care of him all this while, so when I saw a random face pop up one morning at breakfast, I nearly had a heart attack.

Dai simply called him ‘Brother Hua’, and the thing about her brother Hua was that he was mute. Couldn’t utter a word. But she must have relayed everything that happened because, starting with that day, the boy accompanied me and helped with the construction more than I expected.

Okay, fine–he took over and fixed a whole bunch of my mistakes. Despite being quite scrawny and having recently come back from the dead, he could lift. Like, I’m not saying he’d win benching competitions or anything, but he could enter them at least, which is more than what could be said for me.

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The outline of the structure was completed in about a month, a bit longer than I anticipated. Nonetheless, this was the hardest part, and the rest should go relatively smoothly.

I also got my monthly supplies, once again with some taxation, and also descended the mountain and even exited the sect to cut some bamboo trees and lug them back up the mountain (okay, I paid a few servants some Spirit Stones to do it for me).