My experience of grinding in another world

Chapter 256 Journey

Outside the pavilion in Gengyin District.

As soon as the black-clad steward announced the abandonment of the Lower House, the forty or fifty people immediately started talking all at once, creating a noisy commotion.

"Can we still grow yellow rice in the mountains?" an honest-looking old man asked worriedly.

“Didn’t we say we were going to clear the land?” his companion chimed in.

"Doesn't that mean we have to start all over again?" The old man's face was grim.

The lower courtyard of Keelung Road has been gradually renovated and rebuilt over hundreds of years.

Trying to reclaim a new place and restore the current situation would be as difficult as climbing to the sky!

"How is the Upper House doing?" someone shouted.

The chaotic crowd immediately fell silent, and Chen Mu couldn't help but prick up his ears.

"I still hadn't made contact with the Upper House before I arrived."

"All we know is that a fierce battle is taking place in the Upper House. As for the outcome..." The black-clad supervisor shook his head.

The thought of that awe-inspiring black dragon, which sent shivers down everyone's spines just by flying overhead, cast a shadow over everyone's hearts.

The safety of the Upper Courtyard is unknown. If Chicken Cage Road collapses, then the Lower Courtyard of Chicken Cage Road will be nothing more than a broken ship!
They followed him into the mountains for refuge, and the final result was...

A moment of silence fell over the surroundings.

"Didn't we already leave Chongshan Road? Why go back into the mountains? What if we encounter monsters?" someone whispered in the crowd.

The black-clad steward regained his composure: "This is the order from the Overseer; you can make your own decision."

"If we stay, will we not have to pay rent?" someone suddenly whispered excitedly.

Once the crowd quieted down, the discussion became even more heated.

The black-clad supervisor glanced at the crowd expressionlessly before leading the gray-clad patrolman to the next district.

"Are you going?" Shang Huan nudged Chen Mu with her shoulder.

"Go away. I haven't bought the Sensing Technique yet," Chen Mu said, feigning nonchalance.

"No rent is charged, and whatever we plant is our own. Staying here is actually quite good." Old Hao hesitated.

Chen Mu didn't say anything.

Without the protection of the lower house, disorder was inevitable.

While there's no land rent to pay, whether or not the harvest can be guaranteed is another matter.

After all, farming your own land is nowhere near as profitable as stealing someone else's harvest!
……

A month later.

A light mist drifts through the rolling mountains, accompanied by the sounds of birdsong and animal roars.

The lush vegetation is like a thick carpet, firmly covering the land and rocks.

Through the thin mist, a yellowish-brown crack was slowly and steadily extending southward through the mountains.

It's as if someone is holding a pair of scissors and cutting open a lush green carpet to reveal the ground underneath.

A group of people formed a long line and moved forward along the crack.

At the very front of the group, fifty or sixty people carried guillotines as tall as a person and kept swinging them.

They cut down all the weeds, shrubs, and towering ancient trees along the road, clearing a path more than ten meters wide.

Suddenly, a swarm of palm-sized blue moths appeared out of nowhere in mid-air and charged straight at the crowd clearing the way.

The group, who had been intently chopping down trees, now scattered with practiced ease.

Yet people still get caught in the blue moths.

In an instant, the skin carbonized, turning to ashes amidst a plume of black smoke.

Everyone's expression changed drastically, and they all jumped back.

A figure rushed into the swarm of insects.

He swung his fist and punched and kicked the moth repeatedly.

The movements were bizarre, strange, and even laughable, like a turtle's wild punch.

After all, punches that involve slamming the face into the ground are quite rare.

It can accompany the opponent's continuous twisting and waving. One by one, the fluttering moths quickly fall to the ground, turn black and carbonize, and then turn into ashes and scatter with the wind.

In just twenty breaths, all the blue moths were killed.

The figure then revealed its face, which turned out to be a simple and honest-looking young man.

"Brother Liang, what skill you have!"

"So many moths, and he took them all down with just one punch and one kick, amazing!"

The young man scratched his head with a silly grin on his face, then quickly disappeared from sight.

Chen Mu, standing in the crowd, couldn't help but shake his head.

That's not martial arts, that's poison!
If Supervisor Song uses insects, then his disciples play with poison. Is Chicken Cage Sect truly the orthodox sect of Taoism?
I feel like they're even more sinister than those barbarians from Chongshan Road.

"What are you thinking about? It's our turn, let's go cut down the trees." Old Hao patted Chen Mu on the shoulder.

Chen Mu snapped out of his daze, picked up the black guillotine from the ground, and followed the others to cut down trees and clear a path.

It has been a month since I left the Lower House on Keelung Road.

This wasn't the first time he'd done this kind of work, taking turns clearing the way.

The procession into the mountain was long, but the actual number of people was at most half of the original number of disciples from the lower academy.

"I don't even know where our destination is?" Shang Huan stood next to Chen Mu, looking completely bewildered.

Chen Mu walked three meters to the side, away from Shang Huan.

"Why are you hiding?" Shang Huan asked, looking displeased.

"You're slacking off so blatantly, I'm afraid I'll get implicated later." Chen Mu pouted, swung the guillotine, and with a thud, chopped down a tree that was as thick as five people could hug.

Shang Huan, like a husky that had been released from its leash, happily ran to the big tree.

He took the cleaver and trimmed and chopped the small branches.

"See, I didn't slack off."

Chen Mu rolled his eyes.

This fat man became tall and strong due to the Heart-Connecting Gu.

But he's incredibly lazy, and when it comes to clearing the way, he just slacks off everywhere.

While shoveling weeds on the ground, they gossiped about every little thing.

"Do you know why Supervisor Song gave up the Lower House?" Shang Huan asked mysteriously.

"You know?" Chen Mu glanced at him sideways.

"You underestimate me, don't you?" Shang Huan said smugly. "I heard that the underground water vein in the lower courtyard has been cut off."

Chen Mu's heart skipped a beat.

The water veins flow with the earth's vital energy, which is the foundation for production and planting in the lower courtyard.

If the water veins are cut off...

"Those who remained in the Lower House..."

Shang Huan chuckled but didn't say anything.

Chen Mu fell silent.

No wonder Chongshan Dao gave up the easy prize he had in his grasp.

Without the water supply, the lower courtyard of Keelung Road is useless; who would bother to ask for a piece of land that is no longer needed?

He couldn't help but think of the roar of the black ape giant.

Could it be Supervisor Song who destroyed the water veins?!
Thinking of the other person's short, chubby, and fairly kind figure, Chen Mu's lips twitched.

A centuries-old foundation, just gone like that?

What a ruthless person...

Well, or maybe he's a spendthrift who doesn't care about selling his father's property?
……

An hour later, the team from Gengyin District was replaced.

They didn't encounter any strange beast attacks or bizarre dangers.

The trees and vines along the way were tough and difficult to cut, which took quite a bit of effort.

Chen Mu followed the others, leaving the front of the group and returning to their original positions.

After exchanging a few words with Mr. Hao, I hid in the crowd and stopped talking.

"Safety isn't a big problem, it's just that I can't properly grind experience points," Chen Mu sighed inwardly.

Surrounded by disciples from the lower academy, it was difficult to use any abilities that required a lot of noise.

Only the art of deception can be practiced secretly.

A repulsive force slowly emerged from the soles of his feet. Chen Mu carefully controlled the force, letting it replace the power of his leg muscles. He bounced forward step by step.

In order to control his strength, he had to take careful steps.

Each step is like driving a nail into the ground, landing firmly before moving on to the next step.

Although it was a little strange, fortunately no one paid attention to the unusual behavior of this lowly lower-level disciple.

"Once the Illusion Technique levels up again, it should be much better." Chen Mu practiced while checking his experience.

Emptiness Technique: 9705/10000/Tier 3;

"It would be best to reduce the time required for the 'Discerning Truth' technique," Chen Mu thought to himself as he looked at the experience points for the technique.

Baiyi Destroy Illusion: 7383/10000;

He dared not use the exquisite jade plate, for it lacked the earth's spiritual energy, and the progress of the Breaking Illusion Technique was as slow as a tortoise's crawl.

I only gained a little over 300 experience points in a month. I put in a lot of effort, but the output was not high.

(End of this chapter)