“First refuse, but then agree.”
The Grand Elder was stunned.
“What do you mean, first refuse and then agree?”
Zhao Qingfeng rolled his eyes.
If not for the tongshen jade talisman recording a person’s Divine Sense and using Divine Sense characteristics to determine the user’s identity, no matter whose tongshen jade talisman he used, he could only “log into his own account” and couldn’t send messages for others.
“Tell him that Cultivation practitioners must cut ties with Mortals, as Immortals and Mortals walk different paths. He should no longer contact his former relatives.”
An Chen sighed as he looked at the message from the Grand Elder on his tongshen jade talisman.
Just a short while ago, Zhang Wei had messaged him, saying that everything was ready there and he could come over at any time.
So, he sent a message, asking the Grand Elder for leave to go down the mountain.
But the Grand Elder actually refused?
In that case, he would have to accept a task to go down the mountain, and then midway, go to the “home” Zhang Wei had arranged for him to meet his “parents” and “brother.”
If he did that, the Grand Elder, following behind him, would definitely see this scene.
An Chen pushed open the door and went to the Hanging Reward Hall. He didn't pick a task to go down the mountain first. Instead, just like the past two days, he took on the task of cleaning the Sect plaza.
Now, the Disciple on duty at the counter recognized him. Today, he had even saved the sign for him.
“Thank you!”
An Chen thanked him and strode out of the Hanging Reward Hall’s door, activating Qingyun Step, and began running laps around the Sect plaza.
He ran in circles, spiraling inward like the pattern on a snail’s shell.
Fallen leaves and dust continuously gathered behind him, finally falling to the ground when he stopped. At this point, An Chen had already reached the Sect’s “dumping ground.”
It took him less than half an hour in total, and the entire Sect plaza was spotless.
Even without meticulous cleaning, the stone ground of the Sect plaza was still pristine, with no dust visible to the naked eye, let alone any fallen leaves.
“Your footwork is truly amazing!”
The Utility Disciple guarding the “dumping ground” shook his head in admiration when he saw An Chen return.
In the past, Utility Disciples were reluctant to take on this chore because the plaza was too large, making it tiring and offering no benefits.
But An Chen finished it in an instant, which couldn't help but make him exclaim.
This so-called dumping ground was not actually very messy, nor did it reek. Most of the waste within Qingfeng Sect would be recycled.
For instance, the small mountain of fallen leaves piled behind An Chen would be decomposed into fertilizer by someone using spiritual energy from cassava and then used in the Sect’s medicinal garden.
After completing these tasks, An Chen returned to the Hanging Reward Hall feeling refreshed, collected his fifty Spirit Stones, and then began selecting a task.
Meanwhile, on the other side, the Grand Elder and Zhao Qingfeng were scratching their heads, waiting anxiously.
“No, Old Qin, what exactly did you tell him?”
“Your exact words!”
“Then why did that guy go sweep the floor?”
Zhao Qingfeng’s expression was not good.
He originally thought that An Chen would try to argue a bit more, then the Grand Elder would give him a chance, approving An Chen’s leave to go down the mountain and return home, but only for the last time…
But he didn’t expect that An Chen, after learning of the Grand Elder’s refusal, would just ignore it!
Was this guy not anxious at all?
“In my opinion, he was just saying it casually. His mind is so sharp, he must have anticipated that we would say this, so he deliberately made us think he actually has family, that he’s not a Transcendent. In reality, it’s a feint! He doesn’t have any family at all!”
The Grand Elder, who usually wasn't very bright, actually figured it out this time and slapped the table, saying.
“That makes sense… Never mind that for now. Send him the message we were going to send just now, telling him we’ll give him a chance.”
The Grand Elder nodded and sent the message.
An Chen was about to pick a task card for going down the mountain to assist in maintaining order in Qingfeng City. This task was generally considered quite simple, only requiring him to assist the city guard in patrolling a few rounds and then accepting a few tasks from the city guard, such as catching petty thieves.
This task lasted for three days and two nights, with a reward of only two hundred Spirit Stones, which was relatively low. However, its advantage was that he could go to Qingfeng City, and after the task ended, he was allowed to stay in Qingfeng City for an additional two days.
This task was perfect for An Chen.
But before he could reach out to take it, his tongshen jade talisman gave a notification. An Chen felt it and was slightly surprised.
“Agreed?”
An Chen understood immediately.
The Grand Elder probably wanted to check his identity now.
In that case, it would be easier to handle.
An Chen withdrew his hand, turned, and left the Hanging Reward Hall, heading instead to the Heavenly Craft Hall.
“Not enough Gathering Qi Pills again?”
The Utility Disciple at the entrance of the Heavenly Craft Hall now recognized An Chen and asked.
“No, I came to buy some Medicinal Pills.”
An Chen shook his head and walked straight in.
The Heavenly Craft Hall not only provided free Cultivation resources but also allowed Disciples to purchase them with Spirit Stones. The prices were similar to the outside market, and some were even a bit cheaper.
An Chen had already made his plans.
He needed a reason to visit his family.
The reason he had thought of for himself was to treat his mother’s illness.
He had told Chen Sheng and Jiang Cheng that his mother was bedridden, missed the Qingfeng Sect’s recruitment on the first day, and that was why he chased the mountain carriage on the second day.
So, wouldn’t it be perfectly reasonable for An Chen, who had joined the Qingfeng Sect, to return with Immortal Pills to treat his mother’s illness?
“Ten bottles of Yangshen Pill, Low Grade Qi Refinement Stage is fine.”
An Chen took out a hundred Spirit Stones and placed them on the counter.
The Yangshen Pill was one of the most basic Medicinal Pills. A Low Grade Qi Refinement Stage pill could be exchanged for one Spirit Stone.
For Mortals, this could not only treat diabetes but also many minor illnesses. Fevers and colds could be quickly cured with just one pill.
An Chen didn’t know what illness his “mother” should have, but for Kyushu, where medical technology was underdeveloped, many chronic illnesses could often be solved with a few antibiotics. Using Yangshen Pills would be more than enough.
It was simply a blessing for internal medicine doctors.
In the future, when prescribing medicine, patients wouldn't need to carry a large bag of traditional Chinese and Western medicines; they could just take two Medicinal Pills, and all their ailments would be cured.
These ten bottles of Yangshen Pill, of course, were not all for treating his “mother’s” illness. A large portion of them An Chen intended to keep for himself.
Earthlings did not yet have an intuitive understanding of the grades of Kyushu’s Medicinal Pills; they only recognized the names. Therefore, using this lowest-grade Medicinal Pill to pass off as good quality, others wouldn’t be able to discover it at all.
Besides, no matter what, its effect on Mortals was still very significant; diabetes could indeed be cured. He wasn’t really passing off inferior goods as superior or making up the numbers; he was just exploiting an information asymmetry.
After buying his items, An Chen walked towards the large slingshot.
He still planned to launch himself down. Although it was a bit risky, it was cheaper than a flying boat!
