Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now!-Chapter 830 - 249: Returning Home

Chapter 249: [Returning Home]

The next day, after Chen Yan got up, he packed his things, left two jars of wine for Lao Wang, along with dozens of pounds of dried beast meat and two big bags of spices like Sichuan pepper.

The door to Lao Wang’s room was still closed; it was unclear whether he’d gone out or hadn’t gotten up yet—this guy lived like a complete slacker, with no routine, even worse than a homebody.

Chen Yan thought for a moment and wrote down a bunch of notes, pinning them one by one next to the dried beast meat—this should be a place where Lao Wang would see them at a glance.

"She wasn’t spoiled by your excessive giving; when she met you, she inherently wasn’t someone good."

"Give up the idea of helping others; respect others’ destinies."

"Refuse self-depletion, the fault lies with others!"

"Lao Wang, let yourself go!"

After finishing all this, Chen Yan looked at the colorful pile of sticky notes on the wall with satisfaction, smiled, turned around, left the room, and walked out of the yard.

·

At Jing’an Hall, he sought to meet Elder Qian. After explaining his intent, Elder Qian cheerfully signed the token for leaving and entering the sect’s grand formation.

"The Gu Family hasn’t said they would look for you again, and the questioning is already over. The follow-up of this matter has nothing to do with you. You are a disciple of our sect; going out to travel is originally your duty as a walking disciple in the hall. Go ahead!"

Chen Yan thanked him, received the token, and swaggered out of Jing’an Hall.

Upon arriving at the mountain gate, he threw out the token, which caused the protective mountain formation to open a passage. Chen Yan smoothly exited the mountain gate. Outside that grand palace-like gate, he descended the mountain steps slowly.

He looked up at the sky, the Inner Sect’s Immortal Mountain still floated there, its sunlight seemed to gild it with a layer of gold; the mist created by the waterfall was foggy, and nearby, he could vaguely see the spiritual cranes flying and circling—it truly was an immortal’s scene!

Well, spiritual crane meat is rather tasty!

Just as he looked up, he saw Lao Wang in a pale yellow robe standing lazily in front of the mountain gate, holding the wine jar left by himself, smiling at him.

Chen Yan waved and quickly descended the mountain.

·

At the foot of the Celestial Demon Yin Yang Joyful Sect, the crowd of mortals burning incense and offering tributes had almost formed a small marketplace.

Some clever mortals would set up stalls to do some business here, selling all sorts of things that made Chen Yan’s eyes widen.

Such as halfway up the mountain, last year’s peach blossoms picked and brewed into peach wine, with a whole cart of wine jars behind the stall...

Chen Yan noted that he had seen the peach blossoms under the mountain gate while passing down the mountain, only counting a few dozen trees.

Others claimed that places where sect immortals once stood to cast spells had been dug up by the curious, divided and packed into small bags made into protection sachets...

Chen Yan sighed, not knowing which senior brother’s sole mud could be scraped to make so many, actually enough to make a big box of protection sachets.

And... sole mud for sachets? What a taste...

He was down from the mountain and walked among the mortals; wherever he went, these people bowed and worshipped, some lightly bowing and saluting, others directly kneeling with a thud, loudly pleading: "Please immortal, guide me into the path! Please immortal, take me as a disciple..."

Otherwise, it would be someone with some illness or disaster at home, kneeling by the roadside, begging the immortal to bestow medicine.

Chen Yan casually paced by; he had Qi Observation Skill, and a glance swept over, only feeling the desire rushing to the sky!

Even those claiming to have sick family members, begging for the immortal medicine to save lives, nine out of ten were fake, just wanting to scam some elixir for money.

Indeed, the desire rushing to the sky!

Chen Yan was already a Third Realm Cultivator, his spiritual sense keenly felt these vibes, naturally feeling irritated—a kind of physiological disgust.

However, these people only dared to bow from afar, never daring to approach him closely. The worshipful little marketplace was noisy, yet its order was fairly good.

Only after Chen Yan took a few steps did he notice that someone was actually maintaining order.

Two people in the sect’s servant liveries were walking towards here, their faces coldly shouted at the crowd to disperse, forcing people not to act rashly.

Stopping in front of Chen Yan, the two saw the pale yellow robe on Chen Yan, respectfully bowed low: "Your honor above, we are disciples from the Foreign Affairs Hall, patrolling and supervising here."

Chen Yan knew the Foreign Affairs Hall, the lowest hall in the Outer Sect, mainly responsible for managing those ordinary servants.

"Were you assigned to patrol and maintain order under the mountain?"

The two servants nodded repeatedly.

Chen Yan glanced at the two, both had commenced cultivation, at the Inner Room Realm Early Stage, but their Yuan Qi Affinity looked very low, presumably with little potential all their life.

Thinking it over, Chen Yan said: "Many things being sold here exaggerate claims, those seeking medicine and path are mostly false, don’t you manage?"

One disciple said in a low voice: "Your honor above, the sect has always said that heavenly principle and heart demon are both worldly ways, impossible to have only white without black, only yang without yin, therefore, the sect means this kind of thing we do not manage, unless causing a big mess, then it’s self-inflicted calamity and meets heavenly principle’s retribution. Otherwise, just let it be."

Chen Yan nodded, this indeed aligned with the Celestial Demon Yin Yang Joyful Sect’s consistent style.

He subsequently continued onward, with the two servant disciples respectfully trailing behind, trembling.

Along the way, sellers, seekers of medicine and path were unending. Seeing Chen Yan, clad in formal sect disciple attire approaching, their voices grew louder, yet the bustling crowd ultimately dared not come too close.