HBWnovel Chapter 406 - 399 Withering
Chapter 406 - 399 Withering
Early in the morning, the sun rose in the east.
Jilong Mountain was enshrouded in a light mist above and below.
Chen Mu pushed open the window on the second floor, stretched, and yawned.
A streak of red light shot out from his sleeve, circled Sunrise Mountain in the blink of an eye.
Then it danced within the mountain’s summit clouds for a while before turning into a red line and flying back in front of the small building.
The Mechanical Technique was like equipping a Flying Sword with eyes; a single Flying Escape around Sunrise Mountain provided an easy view of its entire scenery.
The exhilarating feeling of looking down from high above prompted him to take his Magic Sword for a spin around Sunrise Mountain every morning.
At this moment, in the space in front of the building, the red light weaved back and forth, and the Flying Sword practiced stabbing and stopping abruptly. After a while, Chen Mu reluctantly put away the Vermilion Feather Sword.
He summoned the gray wall, and the Mechanical Technique’s progress appeared.
Mechanical Technique: 8015/10000/Fourth Rank;
"Interest is indeed the greatest motivation," Chen Mu thought cheerfully.
He hadn’t practiced deliberately, but whenever he had time, he would send his Magic Sword flying around the mountain for fun. Before he knew it, he had grinded out more than eight thousand experience points for the Mechanical Technique.
After stretching again, he activated the Five Ghosts Black Smoke to sweep from head to toe, removing dust and taking away fatigue. Chen Mu then refreshed himself and headed into the kitchen on the first floor to make breakfast.
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In front of the porch.
Chen Mu sat on a low bamboo chair, eating a Qi Family stuffed bun, while habitually activating the Truthful Listening Technique.
The next moment, the hustle and bustle of the market district below the mountain reached his ears.
This was a recent habit he had developed, like listening to the radio, he tuned in to the Jilong Road market district channel every day to keep up with the latest developments.
"Rallying troops and horses, ready to continue expanding territory?"
"Tsk, when will it ever end."
He took a bite of the cool mountain wild vegetables and frowned involuntarily.
He used to worry about Jilong Road’s belligerence, but now it almost felt like the norm.
Since the Upper Court completed its relocation, Jilong Road had been expanding like clockwork, constantly swallowing up small sects to enlarge its territory.
Fortunately, Jilong Mountain had become a branch residence, a production base for Spirit Rice and Spiritual Medicine, out of reach from the battles.
"Coming to Jilong Mountain was really the right move."
Just as he was engrossed in various gossip news, a faint but unusual sound reached his ears.
Listening closely, he discovered the noise was coming from the Yellow Bud Rice fields over the mountainside.
"Yellow Bud Rice... wailing?"
Chen Mu was stunned, forgetting to swallow the mouthful of Yellow Bud Rice porridge.
After carefully listening for a while, he couldn’t help but frown, stand up, and look toward the terraced fields at the foot of the mountain: "I need to go check it out."
Yellow Bud Rice was the main ingredient for Fasting Pills. If the yield decreased, it would definitely affect his Fasting Pill refining.
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Chen Mu’s face immediately turned grim.
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In less than half a month, the situation had already begun to rapidly deteriorate.
The lush green Yellow Bud Rice all over the mountain was wilting uncontrollably, now a mix of yellow and green.
Chen Mu stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows on the second floor, gazing out at the terraced fields below.
Thick smoke billowed from the fields, the work of the Lower Courtyard disciples burning and uprooting the severely wilted Spiritual Fields.
Not only that, but in the past few days, the Lower Courtyard disciples had also poured a great deal of Insecticide into the Spiritual Fields and buried large amounts of Bone Powder fertilizer. Yet, they still could not stop the spread of the wilting symptoms.
"Has Jilong Mountain truly contracted that mysterious wilting disease?" Chen Mu’s face was ugly.
Not long ago, Song Wujie had arrived at Jilong Mountain.
He had released countless Spirit Insects to search the mountain the very same day, but still found nothing.
"This is trouble."
At dusk, Chen Mu lay in a rocking chair in front of the window on the second floor, his brows knit with worry, the beautiful red sunset unable to attract his gaze.
"Did those elders on Jilong Road discover some issues long ago, and that’s why they led the relocation of the Upper Court?"
"It’s only been less than a year since the change to an annex, are we going to have to run again?" Chen Mu said helplessly.
He had been running around for the past few years, barely having any peace.
"I really wish I could find a paradise where I could grind to the top before coming down from the mountain."
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As he wondered whether it was time to prepare to flee, a Five Ghosts Paper Man suddenly flew to his window.
Since he had reached the limit with the Five Ghosts Moving Mountain, the Five Ghosts Paper Man seemed to come alive, often scampering around the house when there was nothing to do.
Chen Mu found it curious but didn’t interfere.
But today’s Paper Man, with its wide open mouth, gleefully ran up to Chen Mu and was out of the ordinary. It didn’t appear alone; it rode on a meter-long, serpent-like grayish-white wisp of smoke.
The smoke wisp writhed under his feet as if it were a living thing!
"What is this?" Chen Mu leaned in with curiosity.
The next moment, the serpent-shaped smoke wisp suddenly shot towards his face, its front end rapidly morphing, revealing the face of a stranger.
The face was expressionless, almost pressed up against Chen Mu, just staring at him with lifeless eyes.
Fuck!
He was startled into a shiver, and instinctively slapped at it.
But to his surprise, his hand passed right through the white smoke without any resistance.
Yet, at that instant, Chen Mu felt as if his right hand had been soaked in an ice hole for an entire day, bone-chillingly cold.
And the face-shaped smoke wisp took advantage of the moment the Five Ghosts Paper Man flew up to dodge, its smokey tail flicking, and disappeared into thin air.
"What kind of ghostly thing is this? How could it appear on Mist Smoke Mountain?!" Chen Mu’s scalp tightened.
Feeling the residual coldness on his palm, he was thoroughly creeped out.
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