Chapter 322: Chapter 150: I! Chen Qiu! Finally out of fucking jail!_3
For this day!
He had waited a thousand years!
A thousand years… finally, he had waited it out.
Old man! Chen Qiu! At last, he fucking got out of prison!
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With the quickest speed in his life, Chen Qiu soared toward the peak of Snow Mountain, a place he had never set foot on before. Standing here, one could see the most beautiful scenery in the world, but at this moment, he had no mood to appreciate it.
Upon reaching the summit of Snow Mountain!
He saw a white vortex portal, a sight he had seen many times before, but this time, it gave Chen Qiu an extraordinary feeling.
Chen Qiu’s eyes slightly reddened as he sped up again. When the natural forces at the summit of the mountain returned to normal, he dove into the white vortex portal and disappeared on the spot!
The next moment!
The natural forces in the sky above Boundless Snow Mountain returned to normal, and the Nascent Soul Puppet on the platform had also completed its self-repair, standing once again on the platform, day after day, waiting for the next challenger.
Perhaps… he may never see a second challenger.
Or perhaps, he might soon welcome a second one.
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Xuantian Continent, a small town nestled at the foot of a mountain range and shrouded in heavy snow.
Inside a tavern at this time.
There were quite a few burly men wearing animal skins, drinking heartily from the house brew and loudly discussing with each other.
“There’s been another avalanche. I heard several hunters died.”
“Hey, stop talking about it. Don’t know what’s gotten into it lately, this ‘Boundless Snow Mountain’ has avalanches every now and then. If you ask me, it’s best not to go up the mountain these days, it’s too dangerous.”
“If we didn’t need to, who would want to go up there? It’s just that ‘Snow Rabbits’ can only be found during this period. Catching just one could get you twenty lower-grade Spirit Stones, enough to last a long time.”
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“Hey, speaking of which, didn’t the ‘Changbai Mountain Team’ pick up a man yesterday who was knocked unconscious by the avalanche? Has that man been rescued?”
“I don’t know, but I don’t think it looks good. They say he was wearing very thin clothes; if he was exposed to the mountain with that little, his blood must’ve been frozen solid by now. And he doesn’t have Cultivation; he’s actually a mortal. Nowadays, a mortal daring to go up Boundless Snow Mountain sure has guts.”
“Poor thing. Must be a man from a poor family, can’t even afford a Potion to awaken an Initial Entry, deciding to take a gamble on the Boundless Snow Mountain.”
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In a stone house in the small town.
Lying on a bed, Chen Qiu slowly opened his eyes, his gaze somewhat dazed as he looked at the ceiling made of stones, feeling an immense soreness all over, with only about one-tenth of the Spiritual Energy left in his Dantian.
Such little Spiritual Energy.
This meant that if he were to be attacked, he wouldn’t have much strength to fight back.
He didn’t know how long he had been unconscious.
He only knew that after rushing out of that white vortex portal, a powerful and utterly irresistible force of nature slammed into him. He didn’t even have a chance to resist and fainted on the spot.
When he woke up again, he was already here.
He looked at the mere tenth of the remaining Spiritual Energy in his Dantian, and his mind shifted from its initial haziness to clarity. Before breaking out from the white vortex, he had exhausted his Spiritual Energy.
His Heavenly Dao Golden Core could likely recover about a tenth of Spiritual Energy daily.
So, it must have been about a day since then.
Had he been unconscious for a day?
Where was this?
Chen Qiu endured the stabbing pain throughout his body, propped himself up, and sat on the bed. He planned to go back to his small world to fully restore his Spiritual Energy first—he felt insecure with it not full—then have the Star Battle Sect Master prepare some corresponding Healing Pills to take care of his injuries first.
It was fortunate.
He could feel that his Golden Core and Divine Sense were intact, suffering only some minor external injuries.
It would heal quickly.
Just then—
The stone door was pushed open, and a man with a full beard dressed in animal skins strode in. Seeing Chen Qiu sit up on the bed, the man set aside the water bladder he was carrying and grinned.
“Hey, you’ve got some luck, kid. A mere mortal buried by an avalanche for who knows how long.”
“When I found you, your body was already stiff, your face all white. I thought there was little hope.”
“But damn, you pulled through.”
“You’ve got a big life, you’re sure to be lucky in the future. I got you some hot water to warm up your body. I thought about getting you some chicken soup, but my wife scolded me for not being thrifty.”
The bearded man muttered somewhat sheepishly, “So I thought about it and let it go. Kind-hearted as I am, I often do things on a whim. Chicken soup is a rare thing here; have some hot water to warm up first.”
“Mortal?”
Chen Qiu was slightly taken aback and looked at the twelfth-grade Golden Core hovering above his Dantian. How had he become a mortal?
He then instantly understood after scanning the man with his Divine Sense.
This man’s Cultivation was too low, merely at the fourth level of Foundation Establishment. With Chen Qiu’s Spiritual Energy not radiating outward, the man could not sense his Cultivation, thus mistaking him for a mortal by default.
He couldn’t even sense the fluctuations of his Divine Sense.
Chen Qiu initially wanted to stand up and leave, saying he didn’t need help, but on second thought, he stopped. He could use this opportunity to glean some general information about the Xuantian Continent from this man.
This information was what he lacked the most at the moment.
He glanced around the room.
It was clear this man was rather poor. Although Chen Qiu didn’t actually need anyone’s help—after all, he was just knocked out and would have been able to easily emerge even from dozens of feet of deep snow once he regained consciousness—he paused to gather information from the man first.