Who Brought Him into the Cultivation World?-Chapter 330 - 272: Still Have to Clean Up After It?

Chapter 330: Chapter 272: Still Have to Clean Up After It?

In a certain location within the East Sea Domain, a hundred or so boats were arranged in a formation resembling the Chinese character for ’product’. Each boat was connected to the next by a thick steel chain, and the sails had all been taken down. No matter how strong the storms, they couldn’t be separated.

This was naturally the handiwork of Chicken Feather Gall. Such a large-scale migration, taking matters into his own hands—if any boat capsized, his head would be lopped off by Che Dapao!

But this method was indeed quite foolproof. At least in the past days, the residents of Sea Stone City didn’t have their lives on the boats affected by the storms.

Except for one thing... We’ve run out of cabbage, and we’re sick of eating fish.

Chicken Feather Gall stood by the boat’s railing, face long, occasionally flicking a bamboo pole.

You’d say he’s fishing! Indeed he is fishing.

But if you say he’s not fishing, well, it seems he’s not planning on catching any fish at all.

At this moment, a Palace Guard quietly stepped up. By the looks of it, wasn’t that the same guy who went to the Ascension Tower a couple of days ago?

He hung his head low, face full of worry, as he approached. Chicken Feather Gall cast him a glance and continued to sigh.

Fish is fine, but having it for all three meals, including midnight snacks, is quite unbearable.

"Sir, how about we don’t eat fish today?"

The Palace Guard suggested with humility.

Chicken Feather Gall shot him a sidelong glance, baring his teeth as he spoke.

"No fish? What, do you want to eat people instead?"

Eating people was, of course, impossible. The people at the government office, including the Palace Guards, were now too afraid of fish. They couldn’t face each other when speaking because the fishy smell was overwhelming.

So they coaxed the witty ghost, whom the Guardian liked, to come forth and make the request.

"The brothers said, how about letting a couple of them go ashore to fetch some proper food?"

Even catching some game and wild vegetables on shore was better than more fish.

Chicken Feather Gall was momentarily swayed upon hearing this, licking his lips instinctively, but he still shook his head decisively.

"Sir, the brothers would be quick; it’s only a matter of a few two-hours round trip, very simple!"

The witty ghost hurriedly spoke up.

Simple?

Chicken Feather Gall chuckled coldly, looking at the witty ghost, and said, "Tell those gluttons that if they want something else to eat, everyone in Sea Stone City must get some."

"Just the people from the government office eating—have some decency, will you?"

Just thinking of the supply required for all of Sea Stone City was enough to make one’s scalp tingle.

The witty ghost’s expression turned bitter once again.

"Go, tell those unscrupulous guys who conned you into this that today their fish soup won’t get any ginger slices."

Looking at the pained expression on the witty ghost’s face as he retreated, Chicken Feather Gall shook his head again.

Who came up with this lousy nickname, "witty ghost," for the poor guy!

Yet, every dumb task was handed over to him to do.

Alas!

Isn’t this just soul-crushing?

While he was sighing and lamenting, a whooshing sound pierced the air, and upon looking up, he saw a mechanism bird flying towards him.

Hiss!

Chicken Feather Gall winced at the sight of it. If anything, he feared this thing the most these days.

Only because he had given one to Han Yu!

Though not all communication birds came from Han Yu, those from the shore absolutely did.

Soon, the communication bird landed on the deck. Chicken Feather Gall sighed and bent to retrieve the message.

Immediately, his expression turned colorful, mixtures of shock, complexity, and delight flitting across his face.

"Witty ghost... quickly bring me the birds heading to the Inspectorate and the Guardian Bureau!"

He clutched the letter paper and shouted excitedly.

First of all, thank heavens, Sea Stone City can finally return. No fish today.

Secondly, Han Yu’s population trade this time was so damn enormous, nearly capturing everyone under Celestial City Peak in one swoop! The Inspectorate would have to come in person to take them.

Thirdly, notify the Guardian Bureau to let our Commander, Che Dapao, know he has credits too.

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Han Yu was carrying Miao Zuesen, whose arms had lost their magical treasures, pressed a finger at his Divine Spring, and then tossed him aside.

The four at his feet had all been rendered useless, including Luo Yuqi, who was pinned to the ground.

Having lost his divine techniques, the old guy rolled on the ground in madness, slapping himself in the face with both hands.

Two voices repeatedly echoed from his body.

"Even if my body is destroyed, you won’t get it."

"You old bastard, how dare you hit my body..."

Han Yu, annoyed by the noise, simply struck a forceful palm to quiet him down.

Only then did he turn back to see the last person from Celestial City Peak spat out of the net, who was possibly the most miserable one among them.

Currently, Mao Butong, curled up on the ground, had been drained to the point of being a mere skeleton, chest barely heaving, on the brink of death.

He never thought that in his old age, he would not be able to preserve his integrity.

So much... once inside, they sucked at him voraciously, draining spiritual power, blood essence, everything.

He never felt so empty and helpless in his life.

His entire cultivation was likely wasted, irreparable.

Han Yu approached the Wood Spirit, standing before this giant tree, his heart filled with awe.

This thing’s stump alone was ten zhang wide. As for its height, Han Yu felt dizzy just looking up; it must have exceeded a hundred zhang.

"Is this the true form of the Wood Spirit?"

The Artifact Spirit exclaimed, as such a large Wood Spirit body was its first time seeing it too.

"It seems that fool kept pushing it, forcing the Wood Spirit to abandon its mountain-like form and re-consolidate its wood body,"

Though it was a guess, Glass agreed this seemed likely.

The mountain form was the Wood Spirit’s initial visage, but the wood body was its best choice.

Han Yu stood there for a moment before the Wood Spirit began to change silently, retracting its myriad roots and anchoring deeper into the ground.

Soon after, the entire trunk began emanating vigorous vitality, countless branches sprouting a hint of green, the verdant shade spreading swiftly.

A shadow cast over Han Yu as he looked up, finding a vast scene of lush leaves overhead.

So vast was the Wood Spirit tree, the parasol-like canopy’s foliage spread over a mile.

"Yo!"

At this moment, starlight gathered beneath the tree where a small white deer stood, shaking its head.

"You wouldn’t go back on your word, would you?"

Han Yu looked at the deer’s face with a peculiar expression.

"Ooh ooh ooh!"

The small white deer had a look of disdain, bleating several times, shaking its head again.

"I guess it’s asking you to bring its people back,"

The Artifact Spirit mused, stroking its chin.

Does it really need us to find its people?