Isn't This a Game? Why Are You All Cultivating for Real!

Chapter 119: Chapter 119: The Huaxia Language of the Yunzhou Continent

"The Black Gold Glaze Grass is gone."

A disciple of the Extreme Saint Sect, who clearly knew something, said, "Someone took it."

Leading the group was Sun Chenming, the top Qi Refinement Realm disciple from the Extreme Saint Sect on this mission.

He knelt, pinching a bit of soil between his fingers. "All this mess just to fight a single Nine Netherworld Spider? There are clearly traces of more than one Cultivator here."

His second junior brother added, "Did they run into disciples from another Sect and get into a fight?"

Sun Chenming nodded. "Looks like it. Judging from the traces..."

He narrowed his eyes. Points of light flickered ahead.

Aside from the corpse of the Nine Netherworld Spider, the surrounding area was an absolute wreck.

There were scorch marks everywhere. The sheer destructive force was evidence of a vicious battle.

Sun Chenming suddenly said, "It was Yi Tianhe and Lü Rufeng."

"Those two from the Supreme Mysterious Sect? No wonder. The Black Gold Glaze Grass is something they need. I just wonder who was unlucky enough to run into them."

They were still inside the Secret Realm, unaware of what had happened outside the Water Mirror.

They had no idea that Lü Rufeng had already been ejected from the Water Mirror in a miserable state, losing a major treasure in the process.

Sun Chenming looked ahead and suddenly recognized something. "No, wait. There should have been a lot of Spirit Grass along this path. There are signs of it all being picked."

After a Spirit Grass is picked, it leaves behind a faint aura, but not much.

After all, once a Spirit Grass is harvested, its root system dies, seeps into the ground, and dissolves back into Spiritual Energy.

"Who was it?" The other two Extreme Saint Sect disciples were astounded, even breaking into incredulous smiles. "That’s impossible, Senior Brother. Who could be so poor that they’d strip-mine the Secret Realm’s Spirit Grass this clean? They even bothered with First and Second-Rank Spirit Grass?"

If anyone found out, it would be a total disgrace.

After all, as disciples of the Four Great Sects, what treasures hadn’t they seen?

Spirit Grass could be sold for Spirit Stones, but even if they brought it out, the Sect would just confiscate it anyway.

Unless they followed the Sect’s requirements—the better the items they brought out of the Secret Realm, the higher the chance they could keep something good.

Bringing back this kind of stuff would not only be looked down upon, but they’d also get a scolding.

It was a thankless task.

Sun Chenming didn’t know the specifics, of course, but he could tell that the Spirit Grass had indeed been picked by someone.

It was either refined on the spot or actually stored away by them.

Probably by a disciple who was... laughably poor.

Of course, Song Jiulai had no idea that her laughably poor state had already been deduced by others. She was nouveau riche now, so she didn’t feel much regret even if she couldn’t take all the extra First and Second-Rank Spirit Grass with her.

She didn’t have a map of the Secret Realm and was just wandering wherever, only to find that aside from nice scenery and Spirit Grass, she hadn’t seen many rare treasures.

Any that might have been there had probably already been picked clean by others.

Just then, she reached a point halfway up a mountain and saw a small cabin there.

The cabin had a wicker fence. If not for being in a Secret Realm, the place would have looked like a true paradise, hidden from the world.

She was clearly not the first to discover the cabin. When she went inside, there were obvious signs of it having been searched, and it was suspiciously clean.

Other than two mortal-world books that looked like they had been briefly leafed through, only some bamboo furniture remained.

’Whoever this was is just as thorough as I am...’

This cabin might have belonged to the owner of the Secret Realm. After all, who else would have the leisure to build such a place inside one?

Aside from the interior having been rummaged through, the surroundings showed signs of being abandoned for a very long time.

The ivy on the wicker fence had grown thick, drooping down into the yard, and no Cultivator had bothered to tidy it up.

Song Jiulai also flipped through the two books.

They contained two very simple mortal-world stories.

The first story was about a family that had a baby girl. The girl was discovered to possess a Purple Spirit Root, so a local Sect took her in as a disciple.

She grew up in the Sect and never knew her parents.

It wasn’t until she was in her teens that she went back to see them, only to find they had already passed away—beaten to death by a local tyrant who lived in the same area.

No one had told the young girl about this.

After cultivating for more than ten years, the young girl, for the first time, began to question the so-called path of heartlessness.

She had never met her parents, yet she still felt immense rage over their deaths.

She wanted to kill the tyrant, but her master stopped her.

Her master told her that wanton killing was taboo in the Cultivation World, as it could easily give rise to a Heart Demon.

She did not succeed.

The first short story ended there.

The second was the story of a little boy.

The boy was born with only the most common White Spirit Root. After entering a Sect, he could only be a menial disciple.

He worked hard for many years but still made no progress, remaining stuck at the Qi Refining Middle Stage.

Later, he suddenly went mad. One night, he launched a sneak attack, killed his fellow sect members, and then fled the Sect, his whereabouts unknown.

The story ended there.

These two stories left Song Jiulai a little confused.

She scratched her head.

’I thought this might be about the owner of the Secret Realm, but neither story seems to fit.’

Besides, these were mortal books; they could just be fabrications written by some commoner.

This also didn’t seem like something that would happen in the territory of the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect. As she recalled, the mortals there mostly gathered together, and the concept of a ’village’ didn’t really exist.

’Maybe it’s about a Sect from another region.’

Flipping to the last page of the book, Song Jiulai suddenly saw a sentence.

I once had such a beautiful dream. In it, I lived in an incredibly wonderful world. Cultivation was impossible there, yet they possessed weapons powerful enough to destroy an entire city-state. When I woke up, my master told me that perhaps I had comprehended some heavenly secret, or perhaps I was just letting my imagination run wild. He said such a world could not possibly exist on the Yunzhou Continent, that mortals were tiny and insignificant.

After I woke, the details of the dream slowly faded. I only vaguely remember two unfamiliar written characters that seemed to be my name. Liu Yao.

Song Jiulai froze.

She and the system blurted out at almost the exact same time, "Holy shit!"

It wasn’t that there was anything wrong with the passage itself.

It was that the writing system of the Yunzhou Continent was different from that of Blue Star.

And since coming here, Song Jiulai had automatically learned to read the local script.

But the two characters for "Liu Yao"...

Were written in the Huaxia language!

In Huaxia characters!

Song Jiulai’s scalp tingled. "Don’t tell me there’s another transmigrator in this world besides me?"

"Impossible!" the system declared without hesitation. "Only you, chosen by me, fit the rules. The price for traversing spatial dimensions is too great for that to happen."

It seemed to realize something, then paused and added, "Perhaps this is a good thing."

Song Jiulai frantically scratched her head. "A good thing? Don’t you start speaking in riddles with me now!"

System: "Look, I can’t say! You know heavenly secrets can’t be revealed. I have my own superiors to answer to."

Song Jiulai: "..."

Damn it all!