Huh? Isn't this an adventure kingdom building game?!-Chapter 146 King Yan is easy to meet, but the little demons are hard to deal with (First Update)

Chapter 146: Chapter 146 King Yan is easy to meet, but the little demons are hard to deal with (First Update)

Yun Mo then pondered silently.

If the dream negotiation doesn’t go smoothly, Elder Bai surely wouldn’t dare vent his anger on Mr. Jiang; Wan Mingchuan, being both early to arrive and Mr. Jiang’s direct disciple, naturally has the upper hand. It’s not unlikely that I, who can’t even achieve transformation and have no place in the courtyard, would bear the brunt of the anger.

It’s safer to hide for now.

Thus, without hesitation, he moved to the gate and squatted on the patch of grass where the Melting Furnace used to be, now empty, wrapping himself entirely with his wings to rest.

"Grandpa, you must think this through. It’s a very, very important matter. If mishandled, not only would there be significant loss, but you could also be implicated. I’m really worried..." As the grandfather and grandson adapted to the dream communication, Wan Mingchuan recounted the reasons for his visit.

Wan An didn’t make a decision immediately but asked in return, "Mingchuan, with just the two of us here, tell Grandpa honestly, how are you doing with your master? Is it tough, are you tired? Do you have to do a lot of chores?"

"Cultivation is indeed tiring, but I don’t feel it’s hard at all. Master treats me so well! He doesn’t even want me to do chores. Master planted a lot in the courtyard. At first, he let me help with fetching water for irrigation, but now even that has been replaced by Brother Long.

I get to eat meat to my heart’s content three times a day, and Master even buys me new clothes.

Oh, and Master also gave me a Storage Bag filled with lots of Spirit Stones. Even the leader of the Ice-winged Eagle we fought back then didn’t have that many Spirit Stones!"

Wan Mingchuan spoke of his master with enthusiasm, listing endless benefits.

"Good, good, meeting such a kind master is your fortune," Wan An said, wiping the corners of his eyes in relief, and sighed, "When we met, we only exchanged a few words because of the crowd. Now that I hear this from you, my mind is at ease."

Despite saying this, he was quite uneasy.

Often what is free turns out to be the most costly; it’s easy to repay money, but paying back a debt of kindness might even require one’s life as collateral!

Wan An had led a life full of hardship.

His parents passed away early, and his wife and children couldn’t escape natural and man-made disasters. He thought he would die of old age in solitude but unexpectedly adopted a child in his later years. Initially, he feared starving to death and intended to nurture the boy for a few days before finding him a good family, but unexpectedly, they relied on each other for years, becoming as close as a real grandfather and grandson.

The child is still young and doesn’t understand worldly matters, so as his grandparent, who benefits from the child’s luck, he must plan well for him.

"Alright, I understand," Wan An nodded and advised, "Having a good master is not easy. You should focus on cultivating to improve your skills. Grandpa has lived for many years and is not senile yet; I know what should and shouldn’t be done."

He had struggled in the Human World for decades, witnessing the warmth and coldness of human nature.

Who would bother taking in a child, unrelated by blood, without any benefits, providing food, shelter, and education?

Even apprentices in a blacksmith’s shop must serve as both student and laborer, tending to the master to learn real skills. Even after mastering the craft, they must bring gifts during festivals, and in old age, provide meals every now and then.

Taking an apprentice is akin to adopting a half-son; if trained well, they could even care for you in old age.

His grandson’s master obviously doesn’t intend for his old age care, so if his grandson can’t repay anything, what will become of him?

Whether for his grandson’s future or his own livelihood in the Netherworld, it’s wise to seize opportunities to forge closer ties with cultivators.

What risk isn’t worth taking for this?

After making up his mind, Wan An agreed without hesitation when Bai Yunqi approached through the mist to discuss grand plans.

"It’s your first time using the Dream-Inducing Talisman. You may have blurred memories of the dream after waking up, but no rush. Today, we’ll keep it brief. If you remember clearly after waking, we’ll meet again tomorrow night, and I’ll explain in detail." Bai Yunqi understood that for an ordinary old ghost, progression must be gradual—it’s impossible to take everything in at once.

Ensuring he grasped the dream’s scenario today was good enough.

If there was no dream meeting tomorrow, it likely meant forgotten memories, necessitating a continued burning of Paper Money and arranging a meeting through the Ghost Book.

"Let’s go, Venerable, we’ve delayed long enough. We must quickly handle the important matters so I can return to rest." Waking from the dream, Bai Yunqi wrapped his tail, placed the sleeping Wan Mingchuan on the bed, extinguished the candle, and glanced out the window to see the bald eagle dutifully sleeping in the corner, scoffed, "Though foolish, it’s obedient and sensible enough."

Jiang Yuan was particularly eager to experience dream communication and the Talisman that allowed ghosts to contact their relatives but, unfortunately, the system had not yet opened the Netherworld map, preventing him from satisfying his curiosity for the time being.

Just like the previous night, he set off by shaking trees to catch bugs and picked Spirit Plants and Medicinal Herbs all the way to the snow mountain.

"By the way, Venerable, how long have you known the Yin Messenger and what is your relationship like?" After handling the most critical matters, Bai Yunqi reminisced, reminding, "There are seasonal restrictions on burning paper money for the deceased. Concerned about errors, I personally performed a seal and sensed a layer of a Curse Technique over Elder Wan’s body, likely left by the Ghost Messenger."

Having witnessed the wickedness of Demonic Curses firsthand, Jiang Yuan was startled, "A Curse Technique? What curse? That guy Ma Hongtu even did this behind our backs?"

Riding the golden eagle, Bai Yunqi spotted an herb from afar, flicked his tail tip, plucked it, and tossed it to the Venerable, "It’s nothing major, just something to stop Elder Wan from receiving the paper money. If Wan Mingchuan hadn’t quickly let slip to you, he could have secretly burned it, and that side wouldn’t receive it at all."

"So he’s a middleman trying to make a profit. Will this affect the plan? I only have a superficial acquaintance with Ma Hongtu and haven’t interacted much, just know he’s very greedy."

"A minor agent doesn’t affect much. While burning the paper, I broke his curse. If he’s wise, he’ll leave it be. If not and he tries to spoil my plans for trivial profit, having no relationship with the Venerable, I’ll just kill him. As for greed, as the saying goes, ’It’s easy to meet King Yan but difficult to deal with little ghosts.’ As long as he doesn’t overreach, it’s fine."

The conversation continued as they reached the snowy mountain region.

This time, Jiang Yuan insisted on following, refusing to act separately, and the ice cave from last night remained. Descending in, they indeed saw that persistent presence again at the end.

"Who goes there?" The female Taoist opened her ancient and unperturbed eyes, gazing at them.

The strange feeling struck again, Bai Yunqi looked at her, then at the indifferent Venerable, momentarily unsure of the situation, "Didn’t we meet just yesterday? Is your memory poor, Taoist?"

The opponent remained silent, watching them, awaiting a reply.

"Loose Cultivator Bai Yunqi, Venerable Jiang Yuan."

They repeated their conversation from the previous night, and again, the female Taoist nodded with a faint smile, "The scenery here is nice. If you like, feel free to walk around. The ones I wait for are not you."

Same words, identical tone and expression!

"Venerable, can you discern anything? The aura is indeed that of a human cultivator, not Illusion Technique nor Puppet, but certainly not alive!" Having failed to gather any clues, Bai Yunqi, recalling how the Venerable had managed to leave unharmed the night before, assumed they might remain unscathed even if unable to defeat the entity, and thus, whispered, "This time, let’s see if you and I can challenge her together!"

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