I am grinding experience in another world

Chapter 820: Chapter 808: Exile

Several days later, deep into the night.

Chen Mu lay in the rocking chair on the dragon boat’s prow, carefully observing the sky.

A few days earlier, at mid-month, the Emperor’s Liquid had failed to arrive on schedule, and even the stars in the sky seemed somewhat different.

These days, aside from hurrying along the road searching for traces of Qi Cultivators, he would come out every night to stargaze.

After a good while, Chen Mu looked at the semi-transparent gray Stone Gate that appeared before his eyes.

Little Circulation Star Battle Technique Forbidden: 1719/10000/Second Rank;

"It’s gone up by more than a hundred experience points again."

"Sure enough, the stars in the heavens really have undergone some unknown change."

In the past he didn’t have much of a concept of the sea of stars, but he had learned the Little Circulation Star Battle Technique Forbidden in the Heavenly River Water Mansion of Yizhou.

Though its level wasn’t high, it just so happened to let him see the changes in the Heavenly Stars.

"This campaign in Mistaken Heaven, I’m afraid it really is about to end." Chen Mu understood in his heart.

...

More than half a month later.

In Mistaken Heaven, on a small Floating Island less than three li in radius.

With a series of spluttering, gurgling sounds, streams of yellow mist shot into the sky, rapidly sweeping across the entire island.

Chen Mu, who was standing on a rock absorbing Demon Qi, was instantly shrouded in the yellow smoke.

Chen Mu glared at the Exotic Beast not far away, about the size of a yellow dog, with three pairs of fleshy wings, looking like an oversized Yellow Immortal; his eyes went red on the spot.

"This is just too damn stinky!"

"I only wanted to collect a bit of Demon Qi, it’s not like I committed some unforgivable heinous crime, so why do I have to suffer this kind of retribution?!"

He immediately fled off the Small Floating Island.

But that group of winged Yellow Immortals had no intention of letting him go.

They rose into the air in flocks, each with bloodshot eyes and a menacing aura as they chased after Chen Mu, as if they had some irreconcilable blood feud.

These Yellow Immortals seemed to possess Wind-controlling Divine Power; their pairs of wings were wrapped in faint yellow Spiritual Light, as fast as lightning.

As they flew, they kept spraying foul-smelling mist at Chen Mu, drawing streak after streak of murky yellow smoke across the sky.

They chased Chen Mu for dozens of li, only stopping after they had driven him into the depths of the sea and completely lost his trail.

...

Deep under the sea, inside the dragon keel.

An enduring, tenacious stench that pierced straight into the depths of the soul coiled around Chen Mu’s entire body. Even with his physique comparable to a Heavenly Demon True Body, he still couldn’t help but retch.

"This stuff is practically on par with a Spiritual Deity attack secret technique!"

"Damn it, this set of clothes is a write-off."

He changed into a clean set of clothes, then used the Five Ghosts Black Smoke to scrub himself from head to toe several times over; after fussing for quite a while, he finally suppressed the churning in his stomach.

"It was just a bit of Demon Qi, is there really any need to be that irritable?" Chen Mu cursed under his breath.

This wasn’t the first time he’d run into such irritable Monsters.

Ever since the Heavenly Stars changed, the Demon Qi had been thinning at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the Mistaken Heaven Demon Monsters had become abnormally violent.

Chen Mu understood this very well.

It was like a Qi Cultivator leaving behind Earth Spirit Vital Energy—that sense of scarcity and insecurity was indeed quite tormenting.

"But chasing me down and farting out bioweapons at me, that’s just going too far!"

Chen Mu kept lifting his arms to sniff at the smell on his left and right armpits.

With the meticulous devouring and rubbing of Five Ghosts Moving Mountain, it was basically impossible for any stench to remain, yet he still felt a foul odor lingering in front of his nose.

He figured it would probably take him several months to completely forget this smell.

"I can’t just let this go!"

...

Night.

On the Small Floating Island, in a small valley.

A white-bearded six-winged Yellow Immortal squatted on a large green boulder, rhythmically inhaling and exhaling toward the sky.

The thin Demon Qi permeating the valley slowly drifted toward its side. It took a full an hour for it to gather into a cloud five or six meters in diameter.

The white-bearded Yellow Immortal squinted up at the Demon Qi above its head, as if looking at a heaping handful of melon seeds painstakingly cracked open.

It gently absorbed a wisp of Demon Qi into its belly, and it was like eating something delicious; it couldn’t help closing its eyes and humming in pleasure.

But just as it closed its eyes, dozens of egg-sized black holes appeared out of nowhere within that mass of Demon Qi.

As if encountering some high-powered extractor.

Slurp!

The entire cluster of Demon Qi was instantly sucked into the holes and vanished.

Having just digested that little wisp of Demon Qi like an appetizer and ready to feast, the white-bearded Yellow Immortal stared blankly at the empty air.

No way!

Where’s my Demon Qi?!

Where did my massive clump of Demon Qi go?!

Outside the valley, hearing the shrill squawking from within, Chen Mu, who quietly revealed his figure, was grinning even more happily.

"We’re just getting started."

"If I don’t suck all the Demon Qi off this island dry, it’d be an insult to the suffering I went through today!"

"Heh heh, on with it, on with it!"

...

On an unknown Flying Island.

Lan Xiuzhu stood atop the island’s highest peak, looking up at the stars in the sky.

The stars that usually seemed eternally unchanging could now be clearly seen tracing out paths.

Though slow, they were indeed moving at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Tsk, changing the heavens and the earth, shifting stars and constellations—this kind of great Mana and great Divine Skills truly befit a Daoist Ancestor." Not far away, Yin Changsheng clicked his tongue in wonder as he looked up at the night sky.

"The Hundred Intentions Daoist Ancestor is indeed a heaven-sent prodigy." Lan Xiuzhu nodded.

"Hundred Intentions? That elusive First Daoist Ancestor? He made a move too?"

"Wasn’t this expedition being presided over by the three Daoist Ancestors of Pure Yang, Luofu, and Heavenly River?" Yin Changsheng was puzzled.

"The might of the three Daoist Ancestors is indeed astonishing, but they rely even more on the Baiyi Heavenly Celestial Star Formation Technique Ban."

"And the Heavenly Cycle Star Battle Forbidden comes from the hand of that First Daoist Ancestor." Lan Xiuzhu sighed in admiration. "Hundred Intentions Heaven, now that’s a fine place."

Just then, a sudden gust of wind rose abruptly across the island, and Lan Xiuzhu, who had been lost in thought, came back to his senses.

"The turbulence from the shifting Heavenly Stars is beginning to descend; the three Daoist Ancestors will soon be Casting Spells to banish the local Demons."

"The island has to make preparations as quickly as possible." He looked toward Yin Changsheng.

"Sect Master, rest assured, all the Monsters on the island big and small have already been driven off, and all Treasure and strange objects containing Demon Qi have been collected and brought together for processing."

"This concerns everyone’s path of cultivation and safety; no one dares risk their life." Yin Changsheng said.

"Not just Treasure, but Demon Qi as well." Lan Xiuzhu shook his head. "Have Donglai borrow the power of the Spiritual Eye to screen the island once more; no one is allowed to privately keep even a trace of Demon Qi."

"That stuff is useless to Qi Cultivators; what idiot would stash Demon Qi?" Yin Changsheng frowned.

"Heh, who can say."

"True enough, in a big forest you get all kinds of birds; it’s not surprising if one or two people with screws loose show up."

...

On Yellow Immortal Island, Chen Mu, who had just been gleefully admiring the Demon Qi filling Thousand Lanterns City, suddenly went rigid all over.

Beneath the Flying Island, the sea that had been calm just moments ago was now surging with towering waves, endlessly heaving.

But everything on the island seemed to be frozen; the six-winged Yellow Immortals flying in midair looked as if they’d been hit with a Binding Spell.

Even the murky yellow fart-smoke lingering all around seemed to have turned into a solid with clear boundaries.

And Chen Mu, who had been hiding behind Thousand Lanterns City secretly rejoicing, was likewise held in place by an invisible force.

Then he saw the silhouettes of those Yellow Immortals grow fainter one by one and disappear, as if an eraser were slowly rubbing away the images of every living thing on the island.

Chen Mu wanted to resist, but he couldn’t even blink.

In the end he could only watch helplessly as his own body likewise slowly faded and disappeared.