Chapter 380 - 311
Chapter 380 of "Spiritual Energy Rejuvenation: I Began Cultivating By Farming" begins with intriguing events: They even blamed the attendants, who, despite bleeding from their heads and bodies, did not... Donât miss it!
They even blamed the attendants, who, despite bleeding from their heads and bodies, did not seek medical attention immediately.
Upon questioning, the family realized that this was not a simple brawl; it was clearly an encounter with a master, someone likely beyond any of their own kin.
The young master was treated by the doctor, his head so badly bruised that several large bumps had formed.
He was injured and bleeding in various places, wrapped up like a mummy, with only his eyes, nose, and mouth uncovered; even his hands and feet were bandaged.
âThis damn heir is in pain.â
The heirâs family knew they had offended someone, and they could not afford to provoke a true master.
The injured young master was to rest at home, forbidden from going anywhere, fearing further retaliation.
After the brother and sister flew away into the sky and traveled a distance from the small county town, an old Taoist with Buddha Dust was watching the sky, his eyes flickering, and a strange smile on his lips.
The Taoist believed that this pair of men and womenâs appearance in the small county town surely meant they were heading to a particular place.
These two were slightly more advanced in cultivation than ordinary cultivators, but could not compare with him.
He was very interested in the male and female cultivators at the Foundation Establishment Stage that had shown up here, as he was looking for two puppets.
With a flick of his Buddha Dust, it transformed into a Flying Artifact.
He stood upon it and flew into the sky, chasing after the two of them.
Ding Ling, who was sneakily munching on mutton while eating steamed buns, and Mo Wen, who ate a piece of mutton with each bite of his bun, were unaware of the follower behind them as they traveled on their Flying Artifact.
After the events that had transpired earlier, they ate while hurrying along, and by nightfall, they dared not stay in crowded places.
The two of them were quite tired from their journey because they werenât using an automatic Flying Artifact; they had a normal one that required their Spiritual Power to operate.
Throughout their travels, they had taken Spirit Supplement Pills to replenish their energy.
âSister, weâre both tired and hungry.
We canât keep eating in the sky.
Ahead is a forestâit shouldnât be too dangerous.
Letâs pitch our tent and stay there for the night!â Mo Wen suggested, feeling exhausted from flying.
Though cultivators could go without sleep, such strenuous flying necessitated meditative rest to recover energy.
He had brought a tent with him because he craved beef even though he had only sneakily eaten a few pieces of mutton over lunch.
âAll right!
Letâs do as you say, brother.â Ding Ling used her Divine Sense to check the forest ahead and didnât sense danger or a killing intent.
After a dayâs journey, she too was tired and needed rest.
They landed and in the dense woods, gathered branches to light a campfire.
Although it wasnât cold during the height of summer, the fire was a precaution against potential attacks from Demonic Beasts.
In the forest, there were many insects and mosquitoes.
Having a light was a form of protection; they did not want to eat in complete darkness.
Both pitched their tents, sitting separately in their own tents.
As a man and a woman alone, it didnât seem proper to congregate in one tent to dine.
After all, they each had their own food; the dishes packed at noon were stored in their respective Storage Bags.
Most importantly, the Storage Bags from the Immortal Realm were treasures, keeping food fresh without changing its flavor or temperature.
Ding Ling took out two buns and a plate of beef, spreading them on the floor of her tent.
âSister, may I have some of your beef?â asked Mo Wen.
âBrother, I have two plates of beef here.
Take one,â she replied.
âThank you, Sister.
Iâve got some mutton here too.â
âGo ahead, brother!
I have buns and beef; thatâs enough for me,â Ding Ling said, smiling as she offered the beef to her approaching brother.
Without hesitation, Mo Wen took a plate of beef and returned to his tent to eat.
As he enjoyed his meat, he felt something was missingâthere was no wine this time!
However, given the wilderness around them and not wanting to get drunk, he couldnât afford to let himself fall asleep; he had to stay up and keep watch for his sister.
Ding Ling slowly ate her buns, took a sip of water, then enjoyed the beef, savoring the flavors while her mind wandered.
It had been a day since she had seen her brotherâdid he miss her?
As she ate, Ding Ling spaced out.
She had told herself to be vigilant but had let her guard down.
Mo Wen was savoring his food, enjoying a delicious bite of mutton, followed by beef, drinking some water, then another bite of his bun.
They were both enjoying their meal, their minds drifting away, oblivious to the cultivator standing on Buddha Dust in the high sky near them, with a sinister grin on his face.
He watched the two tents beside the fire from a distance, catching the scent of their food.
He whispered from above, âEat up, eat up!
The less you eat now, the sooner you wonât be able to eat at all.â
The Taoist on the Buddha Dust mumbled to himself and felt hungry too.
So, he descended his Magical Treasure and settled on a branch of a large tree not far from them.
Sitting on a fork in the tree, he took out his food from his Storage Bag.
While eating, the Taoist kept an eye on his prey, his beady eyes focused on the two tents beside the fire, making sure they didnât escape.
As Mo Wen dined, he couldnât shake the feeling of being watched.
Using his Divine Sense to scan the dense forest within a mile radius, there seemed to be no large animals or people.
He felt oddâwhy did it seem as if someone was watching them?