I Can Recognize Everything, But the Information is Wrong-Chapter 46 - 42: Return Home (Please Follow)

Zhao Si was burdened with a heavy task and seemed distracted all afternoon.

Tian Lin also noticed that something was off about the atmosphere around him. He originally thought that the servant disciples, after a fruitless morning, would launch a new round of retaliation against him in the afternoon.

Unexpectedly, no one challenged him; instead, they all seemed very restrained and tolerant.

Despite not being able to sieve out any Water Spirit Ore from the pan, no one complained, and it seemed as though they had suddenly resigned themselves to this fate.

Tian Lin turned his gaze towards Zhao Si and saw Zhao Si’s eyes flickering, distracted to the point that the sand in his hands slipped into the river as Tian Lin watched him.

"Bai Ye, this is my Water Spirit Ore from this afternoon."

Tian Lin did not probe the thoughts of the servant disciples. He took off the cloth bag tied around his waist and handed it directly to Han Li.

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, Tian Lin returned to his dwelling, changed his clothes, took out some silver, and went straight to the kitchen.

The Second Madam of the kitchen, seeing Tian Lin approach, said, "Brother Tian, we have a new dish added to the kitchen today. See if it is the one you’ve been looking for."

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As she spoke, she opened a small drawer.

Tian Lin glanced at it and said, "Thanks for your efforts, Second Madam. Please remind me again next time there is a new dish. But this dish is not what I’m looking for, so I’ll stick with the usual stir-fried bamboo shoots today."

He did not eat the ’Ruyi Fan Flower’ anymore because, although it could help him refine his Inner Strength, its effects were far less potent than the ’fig’—Tian Lin now came to the kitchen simply to check if the new dishes contained ingredients that supplemented the ’Earth’ and ’Wood’ Spiritual Energy.

As long as these ingredients were present, he would be capable of cultivating the Five Elements True Qi.

After leaving the kitchen, Tian Lin, carrying his meal box, directly headed up Dao Seeking Mountain.

There he saw a girl in a green dress sitting on a mat, tilting her head to glance at Tian Lin as he approached.

Tian Lin quickly averted his gaze from her food and climbed the stone steps with his meal box.

The girl in the green dress had gone up Dao Seeking Mountain before him—Tian Lin was not surprised by this.

However, what did surprise him was that Old Man Gou got there even before him.

"Boy, you must be cultivating some Demon Skill, right?"

Tian Lin was not sure if it was because of the dim light the previous night, but he had never noticed Old Man Gou’s eyes.

But today, under the daylight, all he saw was that Old Man Gou’s eyes seemed bloodshot, as if seething with blood.

"I’m cultivating what Demon Skill?"

Tian Lin unobtrusively settled down on the 95th step and methodically opened his meal box.

Seeing Tian Lin first taking out a dish of stir-fried bamboo shoots, then pulling out a peach from the meal box, Old Man Gou said, "If it’s not a Demon Skill, how did you reach the 95th level so quickly?"

Tian Lin said, "How do you know I didn’t conceal my cultivation level before?"

"You concealed your cultivation level?"

Old Man Gou watched dubiously as Tian Lin ate his vegetables and nibbled on the peach, then suddenly said, "I think you are a spy from the Blood Sect."

Blood Sect?

Tian Lin looked up, having heard this name before.

When he went to the Zhao family store with Han Li during the market day, a servant of the Zhao family had mentioned that Quzhou was now under the control of the Blood Sect.

"What is the Blood Sect, is it a cult, are they Cultivators?"

Old Man Gou stared at Tian Lin, seemingly trying to catch a slip in his expression, but ultimately failed.

He sighed and said, "The Blood Sect is not an orthodox immortal gate of our Zhao Dynasty, but a cult formed by dandified young men; they don’t have Spirit Stones, so they use human blood for Alchemy. They are the targets of the court and the immortal gate—"

While speaking of the brutality of the Blood Sect, his eyes revealed a hint of envy.

He said, "You know what? Cultivators are divided into Heavenly Spirit Root, Dual Spirit Roots, Triple Spirit Roots, and Pseudo Spirit Roots. One with a Heavenly Spirit Root might be fine, but what about those with Triple Spirit Roots and Pseudo Spirit Roots? How could they gather four or five kinds of Spirit Stones for cultivation? But the Blood Sect is different; regardless of their Spirit Root, they cultivate with Blood True Qi and only need Blood Pills to enhance their cultivation."

"But this kind of Blood Pill requires killing people and refining their blood, which is already the case during the Qi Cultivation Stage. When it comes to Foundation Establishment, who knows how many people need to be killed."

After Tian Lin spoke, Old Man Gou stared with wide eyes and said, "The path of seeking Dao is inherently against the heavens. If even the heavens can be defied, why should we spare tens of thousands of lives?"

"Senior Gou’s heart of pursuing the Dao is indeed strong!"

Tian Lin observed Old Man Gou with a playful smile, at which point Old Man Gou realized he was still considered a ’righteous’ individual.

He snorted coldly, rose to his feet, brushed his sleeves, and descended the stone steps.

At the same time, the girl in the green dress, who had been eating at the mountain gate, came up the mountain.

She stopped at the 95th step and stared at Tian Lin’s meal box.

A sense of unease began to rise in Tian Lin’s heart, but to his surprise, the girl in the green dress turned around and went back down the mountain. Before long, she also passed Tian Lin with her own meal box and climbed up the Immortal Ladder to the second platform.

Tian Lin frowned, looking at the disappearing figure of the girl in green, feeling utterly perplexed in his heart.

He couldn’t understand why the girl in green wanted to learn from him how to carry the lunchbox up the Immortal Ladder, so he could only focus on his own cultivation.

He didn’t know how much time had passed when he seemed to hear voices in conversation.

By the time he opened his eyes, the sky had completely darkened, and he could only hear Bai Ye at the 90th step asking Han Li: "Brother Han, aren’t you daring to take the last step yet?"

Han Li, at the 98th step and turned away from the others, thus no one could see his expression, replied: "Perhaps with another year or two of cultivation, I might be able to ascend that final layer of stone steps. But for now, I’m afraid I’m not strong enough."

Bai Ye didn’t speak, and a plump woman at the 95th step enviously said: "The 99th step, once stepped on, one can become an Outer Disciple. After that, when we see Brother Han again, we will have to call you Manager Han."

Han Li laughed loudly, but his face didn’t show much smile as he said: "That would only mean I’ve walked a step ahead of everyone. Surely, it won’t be long before you all reach that level too."

After speaking, he looked towards Tian Lin.

Tian Lin glanced at the sky; the moon was high and it was time to sleep.

He really wanted to ask what conspiracy the servant disciples had against him during the day, so he simply locked up the lunchbox and followed Han Li down the mountain.

When the two reached the gate of the mountain, just as Tian Lin was about to speak, Han Li asked: "Brother Tian, do you want to reach that 99th stone platform?"

Tian Lin was stunned for a moment and smilingly replied: "Don’t you, Brother Han?"

"I do! I’ve been away from home for three or four decades now, and every night I dream about it."

Tian Lin said, "Then I must congratulate you, Brother, for soon fulfilling your wish."

Indeed, compared to old Mr. Gou and others, Han Li would become an Outer Disciple in another two years.

A leap to the dragon’s gate in two years; such waiting and effort were indeed worthwhile.

"But two years is too long, I can’t wait anymore."

After Han Li spoke, Tian Lin’s face slightly changed, and he advised, "Brother Han, you have waited for thirty or forty years, why can’t you wait for another two years now? I suggest you ascend the stone steps after two years!"

Han Li smiled as they descended the mountain and said, "It’s not that I’m anxious to become an Outer Disciple, but that I want to go home."

"Go home?"

Tian Lin furrowed his brows further and blocked Han Li’s path, asking:

"Brother Han, you’ve spent forty years on cultivation, enduring many hardships—now that you’re close to achieving fame and success, why think of going home?"

He actually had a guess in mind, and indeed he heard Han Li say: "If it were just for cultivation, I wouldn’t fear another two years, nor even twenty; but what I can’t wait for, is fearing that my family at home can’t wait anymore—

You also heard what the Zhao family’s clerk said at the market! My hometown has now become a territory of the Blood Sect, and I dread to think how many citizens in Quzhou have died at the hands of those Blood Sect brigands. Recently, I have been having nightmares, dreaming about your sister-in-law, your nephew, and my old mother at home."

Tian Lin saw him cry and for a moment didn’t know what words to use to comfort him.

What he really wanted to say was, if Han Li went back now, he might only see the bodies of his wife and children.

But such words were not only inauspicious but also too merciless.

Asking himself, if his own family were in danger, could he continue cultivating peacefully?

"When does Brother Han plan to leave?"

Tian Lin stepped aside, then pondering how to take over Han Li’s position as Supervisor after his departure.

"I’m going to see Manager San tomorrow, to ask his permission to leave."

After the two returned to their lodging, seeing Han Li in a distracted state, Tian Lin didn’t feel it appropriate to bother him with his own matters.

Fortunately, early the next morning, he finally found out what those servant disciples were plotting behind his back.

As soon as the Dao Bell sounded and not long after Han Li’s whistle, Zhao Si came trotting over with Xiao Yue.

Before reaching Tian Lin, Zhao Si joyfully said: "Miss Xiao Yue, look, it’s him, it’s him who caused all of us to have no food to eat."

Though the group of people feared the whip in Xiao Yue’s hand, they all complained to Xiao Yue:

"Miss Xiao Yue, you have to stand up for us. This Tian fellow, relying on his superior martial skills, has been bullying us, seizing our Water Spirit Ore."

While they spoke, Xiao Yue also looked towards Tian Lin, hearing her ask Tian Lin: "Has your cultivation reached the Grandmaster Realm?"

Seeing Tian Lin nod, Xiao Yue nodded satisfactorily and said: "Not bad, I will definitely inform the young master of your performance and let him reward you well."

At that moment, the servant disciples already felt that the atmosphere was wrong. It seemed Xiao Yue didn’t harbor great hatred for Tian Lin; they seemed to have misjudged the situation.

Just as the group felt uneasy, Han Li’s voice rang from the stilt house: "What are you dawdling for? Get to work!"

Zhao Si was the first to run towards the river, not to fight for positions, but purely because he sensed trouble and feared the whip landing on his head again, so he ran ahead.

The servant disciples scattered like birds and beasts, leaving only Tian Lin and Xiao Yue at the stilt house.