pertwk Chapter 2402 A person of low status has little influence and is ignored by everyone.
Chapter 2402 A person of low status has little influence and is ignored by everyone.
Chapter 2402 A person of low status has little influence and is ignored by everyone.
Immortal Mingke couldn't help but ask, "This is Changfeng Valley. Would the sect allow such a giant monster to roam freely in Duzhi Mountain?"
"The sect sent people to patrol several times, but they couldn't find this monster at all." Shangguan Biao shook his head. "Other fellow disciples also said they had never seen it. They thought I was crazy."
He looked at He Lingchuan, his tone gratified: "It wasn't until you said you could also sense the presence of the Red Monster that I realized it wasn't my problem!"
The monster chased him through the sect's most important territory as if it were empty, and others even said it didn't exist and was just his own hallucination.
Who wouldn't be upset after this?
Aunt Zhu whispered, "Could it be that Shangguan Biao went mad like this?"
He Lingchuan thought for a moment: "When did this red monster first appear?"
“It was probably after I came to Duzhishan,” Shangguan Biao said somberly. “Sometimes it would talk to me and say that I was not far from death, just like just now.”
"It just said, 'They won't let you go,'" He Lingchuan asked. "Who are 'they' referring to?"
"You heard that too?" Shangguan Biao's eyes lit up. "Which master are you from? Would you be willing to testify for me?"
"Prove what? You're not crazy?" He Lingchuan smiled indifferently. "People of low status have little influence. What good would it do for me to testify for you? Nobody cares about such a trivial matter anyway."
"When a person is insignificant, their words carry little weight?" Upon hearing these five words, Shangguan Biao seemed to understand something, and his eyes dimmed again.
He went from being a highly anticipated disciple to a lowly herbalist and servant in Duzhishan, which is a perfect example of "a person of low status with little influence." Whether he was normal or insane, alive or dead, no one cared about what happened to him.
"But that monster will catch me sooner or later. I can't hide from it forever." Since no one else can see the red monster, he won't get any help.
"Then you'll have to fight by yourself," Ming Ke Xianren said casually after a moment's thought.
Shangguan Biao followed up on his words, speaking softly: "Yes, mountains crumble, people run away. In this world, only oneself is truly reliable."
He Lingchuan's gaze sharpened as he heard this, and the Blood Demon chuckled in his ear, "Correct! It has that feel."
"Does that monster really want to devour you?" Immortal Mingke knocked on the wall.
The material is actually not bad, but can this wall and this door really stop a huge thing?
Shangguan Biao rolled up his sleeves and trouser legs, and the two men noticed a long, old scar on his leg, while the two round holes on his arm were quite fresh, and the wounds had not yet fully healed.
“This is what it left me.” Shangguan Biao lowered his sleeve. “More than half a month ago, it almost pierced my heart, but I dodged it.”
"You're injured, don't people believe it?"
Shangguan Biao pointed out, "In the medicinal herb fields outside, there are at least a dozen kinds of spiritual herbs that can harm people. They just assumed I was injured while tending the herbs, which is quite common in Duzhishan. Thirty years ago, there was even a herb farmer who was unlucky enough to have his blood drained by a spiritual herb."
Just then, someone knocked on the door: "Shangguan Biao, you're going to clean the Earth Mother's Nest today."
Shangguan Biao frowned: "Shouldn't it be Senior Brother Wang's turn?"
Even the odd jobs have shifts, and it wasn't his turn today.
"Old Wang was collecting herbs yesterday when he accidentally inhaled some poisonous star spores and is now bedridden." The person outside was getting impatient. "Just go when I tell you to. Why all the nonsense?"
Shangguan Biao asked again, "How is Mother Earth? You can at least tell me that, right?"
"Still the same old story, always so arrogant. Two people were injured the day before yesterday." With that, the man left.
Shangguan Biao stood up: "Gentlemen, I'm going out now."
He Lingchuan asked bluntly, "Isn't Mother Earth asleep? How could she hurt people?"
The premise that "Mother Earth is asleep" has always been their assumption, and now they are presenting it as a fact to ask people about it.
"It is indeed in hibernation, but it sleeps very restlessly when its old injuries flare up, and we, the janitors who clean the nest, often get hurt. We've tried many methods, but none of them have been able to soothe it well."
Liu Yisheng, who lived in the Screen Realm, had also mentioned this matter. He Lingchuan and Immortal Mingke stood up, took their leave, and departed.
Shangguan Biao also went out shortly after, casually bolted the door, and headed deep into the mountains and forests.
"Auntie, will you let her go...?"
Aunt Zhu: "Release them."
It had just secretly placed an eyeball spider on Shangguan Biao, but the kid's cultivation was so mediocre that he couldn't detect it.
Immortal Mingke then stared at the golden lotus in the puddle for a few moments: "Shangguan Biao should have already discovered us. What do you think he will do?"
The Shangguan Biao he was referring to was not the bullied guy who had just entered the mountains.
He Lingchuan shook his head.
This secret realm is truly perplexing; he needs to observe it more closely.
Aunt Zhu asked, "Where are we going now?"
"Let's go back to Shangguan Biao's house." The end of the three rows of houses was always quiet; only two people had passed by in the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea. He Lingchuan said in a low voice, "Something's not right in his house; I need to observe it further."
There are a total of eighteen small houses in these three rows. He Lingchuan glanced into them as he passed by. Some were occupied, some were empty, and not all of them had beds. Some were used as small pharmacies for storing medicines and processing medicinal herbs. Several medicine cabinets were placed against the wall, and even in the smallest spaces, a square table had to be placed on it, with some broken bottles and medicines on it.
This is clearly a workbench.
He Lingchuan looked around to make sure no one was watching, then slipped into a small room and casually opened a medicine cabinet, which was filled with all sorts of dried medicinal herbs.
He casually picked up a piece of Polygonatum rhizome, sniffed it twice, and said, "Hmm, top-grade."
He continued wandering around but didn't see anything special. The other cubicles only contained simple beds, tables, chairs, and cabinets.
The lives of the herb farmers here are quite simple and austere.
Afterwards, He Lingchuan returned to the cubicle where Shangguan Biao lived. The broken lock on the door was only good for honest people; it was easily opened by a scoundrel.
"come in."
The two people and the spider returned to Shangguan Biao's room, and He Lingchuan casually closed the door.
The cubicle was tiny; with just a single bed and a chair, there wasn't much space left. The two grown men had already been cramped, huddled in the corner to escape the giant eye's pursuit.
However, when Shangguan Biao closed the door to prevent the big eyeball from entering, He Lingchuan noticed something was wrong behind the door, so he had to turn back to investigate after Shangguan Biao left.
A wide-brimmed straw hat had been hanging behind the door, but Shangguan Biao had taken it with him when he left. Without the hat obscuring his view, the three could see him clearly:
There were countless scratches on the back of the wooden door.
Although this wood is not ironwood, it is an exceptionally sturdy piece of driftwood. Absorbed with moisture in this celestial forest, its texture is indistinguishable from metal or stone; ordinary swords, axes, and chisels cannot leave a mark on it. Leaving a mark on it requires more than just great strength.
A wisp of red smoke emerged from He Lingchuan's back, lingered on the wooden door twice, and then returned to its original position.
(End of this chapter)