My Father Is Definitely Possessed-Chapter 203 - 145: No Pain Without Comparison

Behind Lord Zhou was Li Hengsheng.

As Li Hengsheng approached the Cyan Lotus Sword Venerable, the closer he got, the more he felt a profound sensation.

"Cyan Lotus Sword Venerable." Li Hengsheng cupped his hands in respect.

Li Changqing looked at his son in front of him, then nodded slightly, turned around, and took out a sleeping bag from the tent. This sleeping bag was obviously thicker than the others, which Li Changqing had intentionally prepared for Li Hengsheng.

Li Hengsheng took it with both hands and said, "Thank you, Cyan Lotus Sword Venerable."

"You’re welcome." Li Changqing replied, "Have a good sleep, conserve your energy, so you can focus more at night."

Whenever Li Changqing became the Cyan Lotus Sword Venerable, he would deliberately lower his voice, and besides, Li Hengsheng had not seen his father for four whole years.

Of course, he didn’t recognize Li Changqing’s voice.

"Thank you for the reminder, Sword Venerable Senior. By the way, Senior, do you know someone named Li Changqing from Evergreen Commerce Association?" Li Hengsheng was really curious and quickly asked.

"Li Changqing..." Inwardly, Li Changqing thought, of course, I know him, I even saw him this morning when I was relieving myself.

"Yes, he’s a shareholder of my Evergreen Commerce Association. Why, do you know Li Changqing too?" Li Changqing asked while feigning ignorance.

On the side, Xue Qianbai, unable to stand Li Changqing’s act, simply walked away.

"Yes, he’s my father." Li Hengsheng hurriedly replied.

"No wonder, so you are Li Hengsheng. I’ve heard your father mention you."

"Truly, the tiger father begets no dog son. The father is excellent, and the son is just as outstanding." Li Changqing pretended to be surprised.

Not far away, Xue Qianbai felt a slight nausea upon hearing this.

"Hmm?" Li Hengsheng never expected the Cyan Lotus Sword Venerable to say something like that.

"Since you are the son of an old friend, I should take good care of you. If you have any issues, feel free to come to me." Li Changqing said to Li Hengsheng.

Li Hengsheng’s eyes lit up; such a high-level master was so approachable.

At the same time, he hadn’t expected his father Li Changqing to have such influence.

"Thank you, Senior." Li Hengsheng quickly expressed his gratitude.

"Alright, go have a good rest. There will be danger at night, so be careful." Li Changqing advised again.

"Oh, okay." Seeing Li Changqing’s concerned advice, Li Hengsheng felt a warmness in his heart. Initially, when hearing that Li Changqing had mentioned him, Li Hengsheng wanted to ask a few more questions, but since there was a queue behind him, he decided against it.

He thought he’d ask another time when he had the chance.

With that, Li Hengsheng went back to the tent to sleep.

"Hey, Xiaosi, why do I feel your sleeping bag is thicker than mine?"

"Third Senior Brother, you’re overthinking it."

The entire afternoon, the cold wind cut to the bone, and many disciples hadn’t even made it to the battlefield at night before they were already shivering with runny noses and tears.

Truly, the cold wind was too harsh.

At this moment, everyone was madly envying the disciples from Dao Mountain Ancient Land and Zhanhe Mansion.

Though they looked quite ragged upon arrival, their benefits were amazing.

The sponsorship from Evergreen Commerce Association was just too comfortable. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Many had the urge to defect from their sects and join Dao Mountain Ancient Land or Zhanhe Mansion.

"Alright, what are you all doing!" In a shabby, wind-sheltered house, an elder looked at his five disciples and shouted angrily, "Look at your lack of ambition, always gazing over there, just because they have a place to sleep it’s slightly warmer?"

"They’re occupying such a large space with these useless things. Just wait and see; they won’t last ten days before they’ve eaten all their supplies, and by then, when they’ve got nothing left and have to gnaw on the grass roots, you won’t envy them one bit."

Listening to the elder’s reasoning, they thought it made sense, but that didn’t stop them from envying Dao Mountain Ancient Land and Zhanhe Mansion.

"Look at our neighbors. How come they’re so quiet, yet you all seem so frail? With this attitude, how will you fight the Ghost Race?" The elder scolded them.

"Elder." One disciple embarrassingly said, "The neighborhood is occupied by disciples from the Great Yuan Dynasty. They are long accustomed to such environments and don’t fear the cold, unlike us."

"Silence."

"You talk too much."

Meanwhile, the disciples from Medical King Valley were also crowded into a large, dilapidated hall.

Outside, the cold wind was harsh, but at least they had some refuge.

Yet, the hall was tattered, with drafts leaking from all sides, sometimes causing chills to seep in.

The disciples from Medical King Valley weren’t too cold since they had just taken a pill called the Warm Sun Pill, which kept them as warm as spring.

So they weren’t suffering too much.

Mu Qingge sat in a corner of the hall, a look of surprise on her face.

Because ever since Mu Qingge entered this Ghostly Realm, she didn’t feel that suppression of cultivation that others mentioned.

She felt as usual.

The power within her body was unrestrained.

But Mu Qingge didn’t say anything, as speaking up might lead to unnecessary trouble.

"Is Immortal Qingge here?"

Just then, a voice came from outside.

The people of Medical King Valley looked outside, helplessness in their eyes. Ever since they knew Mu Qingge was here, countless toads tried to reach for the swan.

They had already driven away several batches.

Unexpectedly, peace was elusive, and here came another.

Yan Zhentao, the grandmaster of Medical King Valley, began to regret bringing Mu Qingge along.

Mu Qingge, hearing the voice, also stepped out. Honestly, these annoying flies were just relentless.

No matter who it was, Mu Qingge planned to send them away quickly, so they wouldn’t disturb the disciples of Medical King Valley.

But stepping outside, she saw a middle-aged man who appeared to be in his fifties.

"Who are you?"

Mu Qingge found the person somewhat unfamiliar.

"I’m Xu Chang’an from Zhanhe Mansion, here representing the Evergreen Commerce Association to deliver something to Immortal Qingge." Xu Chang’an finished speaking, brought a large box from behind, and opened it to reveal two tents.

And several quilts.

"This is..."

The disciples of Medical King Valley were overjoyed; they had previously seen the tents at Dao Mountain Ancient Land and envied them to death.

Unexpectedly, Evergreen Commerce Association sent them some too.

"Thank you." Mu Qingge also cupped her hands and said.

"Alright, I’ve delivered the items, so I’ll head back now." Xu Chang’an finished, turned around, and left.

"Evergreen Commerce Association has dealings with us, and to remember to send us things is unexpected." Yan Zhentao came out and nodded in approval, "This Evergreen Commerce Association really knows how to handle people."

Mu Qingge thought otherwise, knowing this was definitely sent by Li Changqing.

"He has a bit of a conscience, I suppose." Mu Qingge’s lips curled into a smile.

By now, the disciples of Medical King Valley were eagerly setting up the tents.

It’s a pity Li Changqing didn’t come, which left Mu Qingge feeling a slight regret.

The entire afternoon, Heaven-Flipping Ghost City was very quiet, with only the sound of the wind, devoid of any life.

It even made one doubt whether the Ghost Race would really appear here.

By evening, the sun was about to set.

Everyone had rested quite a bit.

But from Dao Mountain Ancient Land and Zhanhe Mansion, the disciples stretched lazily, appearing hearty and well-rested.

Compared to disciples from other sects, they were in a completely different state.

The larger sects fared better as they took over some more intact structures in Heaven-Flipping Ghost City, sheltered from the cold winds, but the smaller sects and families had no options, forced to choose ragged areas instead.

Some places even lacked half a wall, and there weren’t many intact buildings nearby.

As for further places, they dared not to venture, not knowing when the Ghost Race might appear.

If too far away, by the time the Ghost Race appeared, they’d be completely engulfed like dumplings.