Chapter 27 - 27: Raising 1 Dragon
South of the Southern Region, on the outskirts of Cyan Mountain Village.
A middle-aged cultivator held a mystical Eight-Treasure Compass, wandering around the outskirts of Cyan Mountain Village.
"Strange, the fortune here reaches the heavens, and the light of aurora rises, there must be an extraordinary treasure, but why do I always end up circling back to the same place?"
He had been lingering in this area for more than two months, yet he still couldn't fathom the secrets hidden here.
It was as if this place was the end of the world, and he couldn't move forward, only retreat.
If it were just an ordinary situation, that would be it, but he had obtained this Eight-Treasure Compass by luck from the Void Forbidden Abyss.
The compass was extremely mystical; it could observe a person's fortune, explore geomantic treasures, and could even find treasures and tombs, a remarkable secret treasure indeed.
Initially, after obtaining this treasure, he should have left the Southern Region immediately, yet he coincidentally discovered this place.
The faint aurora, the fortune transforming into a dragon, its majestic momentum made him firmly believe there was a great tomb here!
"No, I need to search one more time. I'm not willing to just leave like this!"
The middle-aged cultivator gritted his teeth secretly, intending to continue his search.
It was at this moment that a scholar riding a cloud-riding beast approached from afar.
...
"Is it around here?"
Seeing the cloud-riding beast stop, Shu Han dismounted and bowed,
"Thank you for the ride, you may go find your owner yourself, I will make sure his item is delivered."
Although Su Zian had gifted him this cloud-riding beast, the gift was too significant for him to accept.
The cloud-riding beast snorted, turned, and ascended into the sky, soon disappearing into the clouds.
"The direction the teacher pointed out is just ahead, it shouldn't be far now."
After sending off the cloud-riding beast, Shu Han looked expectantly towards the distance,
"I'm about to meet my little junior brother, I need to appear like a senior brother."
Thinking of this, he gently waved his hand, brushed off the dust from himself, tidied up, and then stepped forward.
"So young yet already at the fourth realm, and riding the Su Family's second young master's cloud-riding beast."
"Could he have known about this place long ago and can even enter?"
The middle-aged cultivator watched Shu Han from the shadows, a peculiar light flashed in his eyes.
He concealed his entire presence and followed closely without revealing a trace.
Although this young cultivator had decent cultivation, given the gap of an entire major realm, the other party would definitely be unaware of him.
Shu Han didn't suspect anything, proceeding forward calmly and soon arriving at the barrier of Cyan Mountain Village.
He seemed not to notice anything unusual, and as he stepped forward, the barrier rippled like water, a portal suddenly opened.
Shu Han glanced at his back, slightly pursing his lips before striding in.
Swoosh!
Just as the barrier was about to close, the middle-aged cultivator seized the moment and quickly entered the barrier as well.
"Hahaha, even the heavens are on my side!"
Upon entering the barrier, the middle-aged cultivator could no longer hide his excitement and laughed out loud.
But he didn't realize that as he entered the barrier, the gazes of Su Nan, Li Qingchen, Ye Shu, and everyone in Cyan Mountain Village simultaneously shifted to this location.
"Teacher, I'm no match for this person, so I could only lure him here for you to handle."
Realizing Li Qingchen's presence, Shu Han shrugged helplessly and transmitted a message.
"Sly one, ignore him. Just come to the study."
Li Qingchen's smiling tone echoed in his ears, and Shu Han smiled and nodded in response.
"Little guy, I must thank you. If not for you, I wouldn't have been able to get here!"
The middle-aged cultivator laughed, looking at Shu Han with dangerous eyes,
"How should I thank you?"
Now that he had arrived, this person was of no further use.
He had just scanned the entire Cyan Mountain with his spiritual sense, finding only a few young ones with decent cultivation.
As for the others, they were just ordinary villagers and a teacher, not worth worrying about.
Without any threats, of course, he would monopolize this treasure land rather than share it with a few youngsters!
Before Shu Han could speak, an old man returned from the fields, carrying a hoe, walking towards them.
"Hey, it's been a while since we've seen outsiders here."
The old man rested a hand on the hoe, smiling at the two.
"Sudden visit, hope you don't mind, elder."
Shu Han quickly bowed, showing respect.
He remembered his teacher's words to be respectful to anyone he encountered in the village.
Although he didn't know why, what his teacher said couldn't be wrong.
"Hehe, good child, go play, there's no need to worry about this."
The old man waved his hand with a chuckle.
"But..."
Shu Han hesitated, the person beside him was certainly not good-natured; if he harmed the villagers, it would be troublesome.
"Leave? I let you..."
The middle-aged cultivator smirked coldly, but before he could finish, the old man swept his smiling gaze over him abruptly.
Boom!
The middle-aged cultivator felt as if struck by lightning, frozen on the spot.
A domineering presence that seemed to burst his divine consciousness towered over him like a giant.
"Gr-great Saint!"
The middle-aged cultivator looked at the old man, his face filled with boundless terror, cold sweat instantly dripped from his forehead.
He never expected that the old farmer-looking man before him was actually a Great Saint!
"What a damned joke!"
"A Great Saint farming here?"
The middle-aged cultivator didn't dare move, standing there trembling, looking pitifully at the old man.
Shu Han seemed to have noticed something, bowed once more to the old man, then jogged towards the study.
"S-senior, I was wrong, I'll leave right away, never to set foot here again!"
As Shu Han departed, the middle-aged cultivator fell to his knees, madly kowtowing for forgiveness.
"You've been walking around outside for a long time. I didn't bother with you, but you actually came in."
The old man shook his head, "I've seen many courting death, but bypassing the Quasi-Emperor's barrier to seek death is a first."
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged cultivator's heart quivered once more.
He hadn't realized that what blocked him was not a treasure-guarding array but a barrier, one set by a Quasi-Emperor!
Thinking he had risked his life to come here, the middle-aged cultivator was near tears.
It's no wonder this place had a faint aurora, with fortune like a dragon, it was because of the gathering of many mighty beings!
Earlier when he scanned with his divine sense, the reason he only saw a few young ones with decent cultivation was that he couldn't discern the cultivation of the others!
"May I ask... senior, why would a Great Saint farm here?"
The middle-aged cultivator was in despair, but couldn't help but ask.
"Farming?"
The old man chuckled, pointing to Su Changqing's house in the distance, "See that person chopping wood?"
The middle-aged cultivator looked intently and nodded. In his eyes, it was just a simple farmer.
"He's of Quasi-Emperor realm."
The middle-aged cultivator trembled, showing disbelief.
"...Even at the peak of Quasi-Emperor."
The middle-aged cultivator gaped, making incomprehensible sounds, unable to speak.
The old man pointed at the study at the foot of Cyan Mountain, "See the scholar teaching there?"
The middle-aged man nodded blankly.
"He's also a Quasi-Emperor, the Sage Tutor of this generation, Li Qingchen."
"...The young guy you just wanted to kill is the third disciple of the Sage Tutor."
The middle-aged cultivator was dazed, his expression turning vacant with fear.
Only then did he realize how reckless he had been.
Harboring murderous intent towards the disciple of the Sage Tutor, scanning the divine senses of two Quasi-Emperors and a group of Saints and Kings.
"Now do you still find it unbelievable for a Great Saint to be farming?"
The old man looked at the middle-aged cultivator with a teasing glint.
"I don't understand..."
The middle-aged cultivator stared blankly at the old man, "Quasi-Emperor splits wood, Sage Tutor teaches, Great Saint farms, what is your purpose?"
"Purpose, huh."
The old man smiled, casting a glance at the gradually emerging young scholar in the study, "To nurture a dragon."