HCB Chapter 157 The Beggar Cultivator
Chapter 157 The Beggar Cultivator
wait for him.
Wait and wait.
A biting wind swept through, whipping up a layer of snow mist that drifted far away.
There were only one big and one small person in the cave. After eating, drinking, and sleeping for several long periods at Xiaoyun Ferry, Fu Xun did not return.
During the continuous daylight hours, Leng Huan used Xiao Yundu's biological clock as a reference point, estimating that four days had passed and today would soon be the end.
Four short vertical lines have already been drawn on the cave wall; today we're adding the fifth horizontal line.
When Xiao Yundu got tired of playing again, Leng Huan took out the spiritual porridge that Fu Xun had prepared in advance and fed him. He wiped the sticky little face, played with him for a while, and then went to sleep.
The luminous pearl was shining. Leng Huan covered the child and went to the cave entrance, only to find that it was night!
It was clearly daytime when I took the child out for some fresh air, but now the full moon has arrived!
The night sky over the snowy sea was very low, with the Milky Way shining brightly as if it were hanging overhead. However, this unparalleled Milky Way was completely overlooked under the dazzling, enormous full moon.
Leng Huan was taken aback. He could faintly hear a mournful howl mixed in with the sound of the wind. He felt a chill in his heart and immediately retreated back to his cave, reinforcing several of the restrictions.
That was the Snow Shadow Monster, not far from here. Its aura, comparable to that of a Nascent Soul cultivator, emanated from the snow-capped mountains more than ten miles away.
When the moon is full, many monsters in the snow sea will worship the moon and cultivate, which is equivalent to a small beast tide.
On a moonlit night, the entire snowy sea was already the domain of demonic beasts, and cultivators had to retreat.
Leng Huan sat in meditation while watching over the child, knowing that it was time to change the diaper when the child rolled over.
After finishing her work, she took the communication bell and engagement jade pendant, activated them, and sent out a message, but they remained silent and did not respond.
Of course, I tried every day, but there were no results each time.
Fu Xun... has he really gotten himself into some kind of trouble?
This unexpected situation is very frustrating.
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The yellow sand stretched endlessly, there was no wind or rain, and the sunlight was dazzling.
Feeling the scorching temperature, Fu Xun frowned. He probed the area within a hundred miles with his divine sense, and then used his Nascent Soul cultivation to shrink the distance to an inch, surveying the area within a thousand miles. He finally confirmed that this was no longer a secret realm.
At least it wasn't marked on the catalog.
Looking at the enormous fiery golden crow on the dome, there wasn't a single living creature in this desert, not even a blade of grass, except for himself.
Fu Xun was unknowingly pulled in by the snow and wind, as if he had passed through an unobstructed barrier, and in the blink of an eye, he was in a new world.
He felt as if he had been walking in the desert for half a month, and with the phrase "All gone" in his hand, he couldn't help but feel anxious.
Leng Huan must be worried since I haven't been back for so long. Besides, the Snow Sea isn't exactly safe.
After the sun sets, it is night, but it is a night without moon or stars, truly without any light, an extreme darkness, and a wind rises from the ground to take away some of the daytime heat.
Fu Xun traveled every day, meditating wherever he went, and continued walking the next day at dawn. He hoped to encounter a living creature, but after more than half a month, nothing happened.
There is no spiritual energy here, no restrictions; it seems to consist only of the sun and yellow sand.
When Fu Xun realized that the spiritual energy was insufficient, he stopped using his spiritual power easily and simply followed the direction the sun pointed, walking towards the center, intending to cross the desert.
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"Hey! Looks like another unlucky cultivator has arrived!"
"Tsk, what bad luck."
"It's true, it's been so many years since we've seen any new people..."
These sounds, seemingly both sorrowful and gloating, came from the shadows beneath the sand dunes and could still be heard dozens of feet away.
Fu Xun, dressed in a dark red robe, stood silently on the sand dune, but the people there still managed to spot him.
The "newcomer" they were talking about was him, Fu Xun... Fu Xun's face remained expressionless, but he was extremely excited inside.
Despite the strange situation, Fu Xun calmed himself and walked towards them.
Four months had passed since then. Along his journey, he had inevitably encountered human skeletons scattered among the yellow sand, their white bones as lustrous as jade. These were the remains of high-level cultivators, mostly Nascent Soul cultivators. The storage bracelets and rings that had fallen around them were still intact.
Fu Xun took a few steps and then turned back to collect the remains and pick up the bracelet and ring. At that moment, he made up his mind to leave this place and never end up like these skeletons.
He was overjoyed to see a few living cultivators.
"Huh! He's actually a Nascent Soul cultivator. So young. What a pity. Sigh."
"So what if you've reached the Nascent Soul stage? Even a Nascent Soul cultivator won't fare well..."
What does that mean? Fu Xun was secretly alarmed upon hearing this.
It stopped at the foot of the sand dune, a few feet away.
Look at those people, their hair is disheveled, their clothes are tattered, and their faces are old. Judging from their physical attributes, they are all high-level cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage, but their current cultivation level is only Golden Core.
Lying there crookedly, looking like a beggar, lazily hiding from the sun, if Leng Huan were here, she would definitely think, "This guy is the epitome of a salted fish, isn't he?"
When the sun is directly overhead, the entire desert heats up suddenly, and the ground becomes scorching hot!
Fu Xun maintained his body's coolness with minimal energy expenditure.
"What brings you all here? May I ask where this place is and how to leave?" Fu Xun asked, bowing respectfully.
One of the older men, with his chest and belly exposed, legs bent, and hair disheveled, looked like an ordinary person. He scratched his chest with his fingers, seemingly noticing Fu Xun's politeness, and replied in a casual voice:
"Sigh... Every newcomer is like you, full of fighting spirit, hoping to leave this place. Too bad, once you're in this godforsaken place, you can't get out! Hahahaha..."
The old man laughed as he spoke, and after he finished laughing, he continued, "Oh, it's so hot! Talking to you like this has made me sweat all over..."
Fu Xun observed them silently; they all looked like dried-out logs. "Since you all possess cultivation, why don't you unite and break through..."
He suddenly stopped speaking—after being in this place for so long, he hadn't discovered any restrictions!
"Hahaha!" Another old man with his hair tied back with tattered strips laughed loudly, thinking that this newcomer was really too naive. He glanced at Fu Xun and laughed again.
"Hehehe, young man, this wretched place has no spiritual energy, no other living beings, and no restrictions? Hahaha, there's only a great formation in the center..."
Fu Xun's eyes lit up. There was a formation that could be broken!
"Hmph..." At this moment, the third, slightly younger, gray-robed elder also chuckled, his expression mocking. He seemed to find Fu Xun's reaction utterly ridiculous and lightly scoffed:
"That great formation has consumed many Nascent Soul cultivators, yet it remains standing. You, don't think too much. Come and find some shade with us, don't waste your spiritual energy. Let's live one day at a time, slowly waiting for our spiritual energy to run out and we'll be buried by the yellow sand..."
He wiped his sweat, shook his head, and lay back down peacefully.
Seeing that these people were indifferent and passively waiting to die, Fu Xun felt a little disgusted, but at the same time, he was even more eager to get out!
The situation here is dire. What on earth is it that has rendered even these highly skilled repairmen helpless?
Fu Xun hesitated for a moment, then found a shady spot to escape the sun: "May I ask when you seniors entered?"
Spiritual energy is finite; don't waste it. No wonder the storage bracelets and rings I picked up before contained all sorts of good things, except for spiritual fruits and spirit stones. It seems they've all been used up.
The young old man was pleased to see that Fu Xun had indeed sought refuge in the shade with them. He was quite satisfied with Fu Xun's willingness to listen to advice, and a hint of sincerity appeared on his face. He sighed, "Alas, when... I think... ah, I can't quite remember."
He squinted and thought for a moment before continuing, "I only remember that it's been about eight hundred years since we came in? Maybe a thousand? Sigh, that's about right. As for those two old guys, it's been even longer..."
A thousand years? Fu Xun felt a chill run down his spine.
His fist clenched instantly. No way, he absolutely had to get out!
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