Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now!-Chapter 957 - 283: Drove the Kid Stir-Crazy

Chapter 283 [Making the Child Mad] (6200)

This Yun Zhao, ignoring the fine black feathers below his temples, looks very much like a proper noble family member.

It seems he was well-educated by the family and seemingly lacks many of the common vices—like a well-behaved child finally getting a chance to go out, he appears quite enthusiastic, talking with great interest, brimming with conversation.

Chen Yan sat opposite him, and Yun Zhao poured tea for Chen Yan, then started talking about his journey to the Southern Border and the sights he encountered along the way.

He spoke of the boredom on the flying boat, how each day felt like a year, either gazing at clouds from the deck or cultivating inside the cabin.

He talked about the strict rules within the family and how excited he was finally to have the chance to go out.

However, Chen Yan noticed that when this guy mentioned the Demon Race of the Southern Border, although he tried to control himself, a trace of disdain still slipped into his tone.

It seemed he held quite a dismissive view of these fellow clansmen of the Southern Border.

"The Southern Border has one hundred thousand mountains, which is the natural habitat for the Demon Race; other races are also prohibited from entering, and would never compete with the Demon Race for territory in the hundred thousand mountains. Even the Immortal Platform issued a decree that the domain of the hundred thousand mountains is ruled by the Demon Race.

Despite having righteousness, having legitimacy, and also being their ancestral land, these guys don’t know how to manage it well.

The hundred thousand mountains cover a vast and wide area.

Among the countless mountains, who knows how many exotic beasts, rare flowers, and strange plants, how many heavenly and earthly treasures, how many blessed lands and hidden paradises there are!

Even the minerals are extremely rich; the materials like ’Dark Gold Stone’, ’Muddy Jade’, and ’Refined Gold’ now circulating in the Domain Realm can all find veins in the Southern Border’s hundred thousand mountains.

For example, the ’Dark Gold Stone’, a consumable that all artifact refining cultivators need in large quantities, is currently most widely sold from the Central State. But everyone knows that the Dark Gold Stone from the Southern Border, in terms of quality and Primordial Qi affinity, is the absolute upper grade. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

It’s a pity these guys don’t know how to manage it well.

One hundred thousand mountains, ha! One hundred thousand mountains!

It’s like guarding a Treasure Basin, yet living the life of a beggar.

If they simply retreated into the hundred thousand mountains, utilizing the inherent abilities of the Demon Race, and managed the mountain’s resources well.

Whether it be minerals, medicinal ingredients, various heavenly and earthly treasures, exotic beasts.

As long as they managed properly, within three hundred years, the Southern Border’s Demon Race could become the richest tribe in the Domain Realm!

With such a strong foundation, not knowing how to manage properly, yet insisting on coming out of the mountains to bustling areas to fight for territory.

Fighting the Ghost Race to the death, killing each other to the point of madness, who knows how many years they’ve been fighting. The leaders of the Southern Border Demon Race’s tribes, who knows what they were thinking."

This young master of the Black Feathered Sparrow Tribe of the Demon Race is probably stifled by the rules at home, coming out and unable to restrain himself, saying these things to a stranger like Chen Yan.

Chen Yan listened and only smiled, not really responding to the talk.

Yun Zhao, after talking for a while, realized his excitement, quickly poured another cup of tea to cover up his excitement, then sat properly again and smiled: "My nonsense must have made you laugh, Fellow Daoist."

"Not exactly nonsense." Chen Yan shook his head and said slowly: "Young people, pointing at the world, treating ten thousand households like dirt, such boldness only young people have."

Yun Zhao laughed heartily: "Indeed, indeed, I am actually quite young, and the family elders said I am already of age, needing more tempering, so they sent me out to experience the world."

After a pause, Yun Zhao laughed and said: "I am forty-seven this year, may I ask how old you are, Fellow Daoist?"

Forty-seven? Just came of age?

Chen Yan also wondered, not knowing how the Lark Race of the Demon Race calculates age.

But Chen Yan only ambiguously said: "Thus calculated, Fellow Daoist and I aren’t too far apart in age."

Hmm, I even know someone who thinks I’m a ninety-one-year-old monster.

"May I ask what brings you to the City of No Return, Fellow Daoist?"

"I’m genuinely just traveling, wandering around." Chen Yan feigned helplessness, smiling bitterly: "I am a disciple of the Joyful Sect, surely Brother Yun is aware.

But I have only recently joined the Holy Sect, working as an Outer Sect running disciple in the Artifact Refining Hall.

So-called running disciple means traveling and wandering, seeking out various peculiar materials useful for artifact refining for the Artifact Refining Hall.

To put it plainly, I’m just a hard-working errand runner."

Yun Zhao, however, showed a look of envy: "This job is quite nice; it allows you to travel around, see different local customs, different experiences...

Unlike me, confined since childhood to the southern foothills of Yishan within the tribe, not allowed to go out, doing ascetic cultivation every day before transformation. After transformation, still reading and studying."

Then he talked about how he met Nangong Sheng.

It turns out that years ago, Nangong Sheng was ordered to visit the Black Feathered Lark Race, and in the Lark Race’s territory, he met Yun Zhao, who hadn’t held a coming-of-age ceremony yet.

Yun Zhao, being a lively personality, had been confined to the tribe’s territory for years, and finally seeing an external guest, warmly entertained Nangong Sheng, personally showing him around the eight-mile territory of the Black Feathered Sparrow Tribe.

If it wasn’t for the tribal rules, this lively young master would have almost dragged Nangong Sheng into the tribe’s forbidden areas for a tour.

Fortunately, although Nangong Sheng had a curious heart, being an Inner Sect disciple of the Joyful Sect, he knew his boundaries and dared not join Yun Zhao in his antics.