The Ethereal Domains

Chapter 831: Assassins Went Up!

Assassins Went Up! . . .

When Cha Eun Xiao didn't urge Erhuo, it displayed remarkable industry in crafting supreme dan beads. This signified that Erhuo had acquired a wealth of valuable materials, prompting such exceptional dan bead production.

[There must have been a grand theft event that occurred, resulting in Prime Master Yue's stolen fish.]

[But I hope it remains unnoticed.]

Cha Eun Xiao swiftly dismissed the notion.

[The Qing-Yun Realm likely harbors individuals capable of apprehending me, but far fewer who could catch Erhuo. In Cold Moon Palace, for instance, no one stands a chance of capturing it!]

His mind then wandered to a perplexing puzzle: How did Erhuo manage to pilfer fish under the watchful eyes of Prime Master Yue, a Dao Origin Stage cultivator of level nine?

The enigma truly bewildered Cha Eun Xiao. What he remained oblivious to was the fact that Erhuo had earned the esteemed position of being the only one in whom Prime Master Yue Changtian placed his complete trust. In the wise eyes of Prime Master Yue Changtian, even the ten great elders were viewed with skepticism, with only a fifty percent level of trust. The little cat had achieved a level of trust that no one else enjoyed.

Yue Changtian wholeheartedly believed that Erhuo couldn't possibly be the thief.

Every day, he would engage in discussions with Erhuo regarding the theft.

Even though Erhuo comprehended the content of Yue Changtian's conversations, the Prime Master was utterly clueless when Erhuo responded with its meows. Even if Erhuo were to narrate every detail of its actions, Yue Changtian would remain none the wiser, drifting further away from the truth.

Cha Eun Xiao would have been utterly flabbergasted had he been privy to this farcical situation.

[Can anything be more preposterous than this?]

Regardless of the absurdity of the situation, and no matter how Erhuo managed to orchestrate the theft, the second month of Cha Eun Xiao's training had officially commenced.

In another corner of the Qing-Yun Realm, a group of individuals stood guard over carriages within a valley. Each one held a weapon, poised for a potential ambush.

Unexpectedly, a surge of swordlight descended from the heavens, sweeping across the group. Numerous heads soared through the air. Then, a lithe figure leaped to palm strike a flagpole, causing it to crash to the ground. Seizing the flag, the figure vanished.

In the midst of this group, a portly middle-aged man had just drawn his sword. He was bewildered and drenched in sweat.

"Who is this man, and how did he discover that I concealed the Blood Dragon Ginseng in that flagpole?" These thoughts raced through the middle-aged man's mind.

"I'm finished. This is a complete disaster."

Surrounding him, other martial artists shouted, "Protect the carriages! Protect the carriages! We can replace the flagpole later. Don't risk your lives for it. That man aims to anger us and lure us away. If we leave, his associates will attack the carriages. Don't fall into their trap."

The group rushed to protect the carriages. "Let's maintain our composure. Our success hinges on safeguarding these carriages."

The middle-aged man looked at his experienced comrades, feeling a profound sense of dejection.

The true treasure had been concealed within that flagpole and was now lost. The contents of the four carriages paled in comparison to the value of the ginseng. [Ten times the worth of these items wouldn't suffice for compensation... I'm in dire straits.]

In the forest, Ning Biluo clenched the Blood Dragon Ginseng, chewing it before ultimately swallowing. Thereafter, he initiated his martial arts, commencing the ginseng's digestion.

Ning Biluo consumed the Blood Dragon Ginseng with a sense of urgency, despite its somewhat wasteful method. Time was of the essence, and he couldn't afford the luxury of meticulously preparing the ginseng. His priority was rapid absorption.

"The martial world in the Qing-Yun Realm shares many similarities with the Land of Han-Yang. But there is one distinct difference—cultivation levels. I believe there's still an opportunity for me to make a mark in this world. What I must focus on now is enhancing my cultivation capability to its fullest while awaiting a reunion with Cha Eun Xiao and the others."

After taking a deep breath and exhaling a mass of qi, he vanished into the forest. The Blood Dragon Ginseng had propelled his cultivation forward by two hundred years.

This marked the thirtieth time he had been pursued since arriving in this new world. Circumstances had left him with no other option. Being a newcomer, he lacked familiarity with the world, had no connections, and was bereft of resources. Furthermore, he was unaware of the common knowledge and practices of this realm. His only possessions were the materials Cha Eun Xiao had given him before their ascension, compelling him to scavenge and pilfer for resources.

Ning Biluo harbored concerns for Zhao Pingtian and Liu Changjun's well-being. He believed that they too must be struggling in this unfamiliar world.

He was right about one aspect but mistaken about the other two.

Liu Changjun found himself in a far graver predicament than Ning Biluo had imagined. His initial act upon entering this world was to rob a group of individuals belonging to a formidable sect. To his surprise, he had succeeded, acquiring an entire carriage filled with spiritual stones.

However, this success spelled trouble.

While the sect wasn't among the top seven major sects, it ranked as one of the significant powers in the region. The sect boasted two cultivators of the Dream Origin Stage. Suddenly, Liu Changjun was like a mouse in the street, with people attempting to hunt him down daily. He spent his days in a desperate struggle for survival.