My experience of grinding in another world

Chapter 54 Repair
The next morning.

Inside an abandoned village.

The sky was overcast, and a light drizzle continued to fall.

A cool breeze was blowing, and it was bitterly cold.

The people scattered throughout the village in their simple houses gradually awoke from their sleep.

After a day of running around in a mess, I was caught in this damp and cold weather.

People who are already weak become even weaker, and some even fall ill.

The convoy had to postpone its departure for a day and make some rest here.

……

Inside a relatively intact mud house.

A red clay stove was placed at the entrance, with scarlet charcoal burning inside, constantly radiating heat to the surroundings.

On the stove, the black earthenware pot bubbled and steamed, with white vapor escaping from the edge of the lid and occasionally lifting it up.

Chengming, the young Taoist, sat by the stove, his eyes still sleepy, but his nose kept twitching as he looked at the clay pot.

No matter how the short, fat Taoist priest next to him tried to coax him, he wouldn't budge.

"Young Master Chen, I'm sorry." Daoist He looked at Chen Mu with an embarrassed expression.

Based on their initial meeting, he was still a little intimidated by Chen Mu.

They had initially claimed with absolute certainty that the young master was possessed by an evil spirit.

Although it was later proven to be a misunderstanding, He Daoren remained wary.

"It's alright, let him eat here with us."

Whether you're herding one sheep or two, it's all the same. Chen Mu glanced at Jie Jia, who sat calmly next to Cheng Ming.

He's already used to this old man and young girl who both love to eat.

……

After the meal, Chen Mu took out two fist-sized gray cloth bags from the cloth bag he was carrying.

Inside were bags of dried fruit and dried meat, each about the size of a finger. They were tossed one bag to each of Jiejia and Chengming.

Chen Mu crawled into the dilapidated house on the west side of the courtyard.

With nothing to do during his day off, Chen Mu couldn't resist the urge to grind for experience points.

"Let's practice the Form Refinement Technique first."

For the first two months of the previous three months, I was only focused on recovering from my injuries and researching pharmaceutical techniques.

Other abilities remained largely unchanged, and proficiency was still low due to being new to the advanced level.

Only the Form Refining Technique is more than halfway mastered.

"Let's improve our physical fitness first."

The house wasn't very spacious, which was perfect for practicing the Leap and Turn technique.

By combining breathing techniques in a cycle, you can increase your proficiency level.

"After resting for so long, I need to practice a few more times today to catch up on what I missed."

……

As evening fell, the drizzle stopped, the dark clouds dispersed, and the setting sun was as red as blood.

The deserted village, which had been quiet all day, suddenly became lively.

After a day of rest, the listless people recovered.

Bonfires were lit in various abandoned houses, with wisps of smoke rising and the aroma of food filling the air.

Inside the small courtyard where Chen Mu lives.

A foldable square table is placed in the middle of the yard.

Chen Mu, Jie Jia, Cheng Ming, Zhang Ye, Du Huai, and a pretty girl who looked about eighteen or nineteen years old.

The girl's surname was Bai, and she stayed on the last bus. This was the first time Chen Mu had met her.

This is the group purchase for Jiejia.

Besides the key personnel at the table, each of them brought a companion.

He Daoren, who was taking care of Chengming, Zhen Fan, Zhang Ye's subordinate, and Du Huai, the former county magistrate, brought a middle-aged steward, while the young lady in white brought a burly maid.

They were all resting in the courtyard next door.

"Luckily we left in time." Zhang Ye said with lingering fear, "A group of refugees just came into the village; they all fled from Qingshan County."

"A sudden fire broke out in Qingshan County, and the entire western part of the town was burned down, leaving almost nothing behind. The casualties were terrible."

"Our county magistrate and his nephew were both burned to a crisp," Zhang Ye said gleefully.

Then, glancing at Chengming, he hesitated and said, "It is said that an earthquake also occurred outside the East City, and the scene was quite chaotic."

Chen Mu felt a chill run down his spine.

Thinking of the sudden death in the thick fog yesterday.

The so-called fires and earthquakes are probably not so simple.

Although he was very curious, Chen Mu had no desire to investigate.

Whatever the reason for such a large-scale disaster, it is beyond his current control.

However, an earthquake occurred outside the east side of the city? And what about Qingfeng Temple on Xiaodongshan Mountain…?

Chen Mu couldn't help but look at Cheng Ming.

"Brother Chen, don't worry." Although Chengming was young, he was very clever. He immediately understood Chen Mu's thoughts.

"My master and senior brother are highly skilled in martial arts. The Earth Dragon Turns Over won't hurt them. At most, it will just collapse the Taoist temple."

"I'm so tired of that dilapidated Taoist temple. It's better it collapsed! They can rebuild a bigger one; they have plenty of money anyway." Chen Mu: "..."

So extravagant? I wish I had an extravagant master and senior brothers too.

……

Xiaodongshan, Qingfeng Temple, Ancestral Hall.

The altar collapsed due to yesterday's earthquake.

Qingfeng Temple was affected, with many buildings collapsing, but the Ancestral Hall remained intact.

In the center of the main hall, a coffin made of nanmu wood lay horizontally.

A tall, thin old man stood beside the coffin. A yellow gourd hung from his right waist. He held the hand of a chubby boy of about seven or eight years old in his left hand.

The boy was very brave; he stood on tiptoe and peered into the coffin.

The tall, thin old man also looked down at the abundant corpse.

“You used to claim to be on the righteous path, saying that my killing and weapon crafting was an evil and crooked path, and you even drove me away.”

"Aren't you also killing people to forge weapons?" the tall, thin old man said with a mocking expression.

He then said with a hint of amusement, "Now you're doing crooked and evil things too."

Staring at Feng Ren's deathly pale face, the tall, thin old man said with a look of regret, "I really wanted to see your face when you saw me. Too bad, you're dead..."

"Uncle Wizard, Master suddenly fell ill with a lung disease and passed away unexpectedly. Please accept my condolences." Cheng Yi said with a sorrowful expression.

Wu Yin turned around, leaned close to Cheng Yi's ear, and whispered, "You used the Silk-Pulling Poison..."

Cheng Yi's eyes widened instantly!

As if by reflex, Cheng Yi suddenly produced a dagger in his hand and stabbed it fiercely at Wu Yin.

Clang!
The steel-like feel caused Cheng Yi's expression to change drastically.

Armor?!
He immediately flipped the dagger, slid his right hand to the right, and then pulled it back sharply. The sharp dagger plunged into the soft flesh of his side.

Clang!
The clanging of metal made sincerity feel as if it had fallen into an ice cave.

As if he had suddenly realized something, he completely abandoned any thought of defense or escape, and repeatedly stabbed the dagger into various parts of Wu Yin's body.

clang clang...

Boom!
The dagger finally pierced the right side of Wuyin's neck.

Sparks flew as the tip of the dagger snapped off!

Sometime during the night, a thin, black film had appeared covering Wu Yin's neck, resembling armor clinging tightly to his skin.

The sharp dagger couldn't even scratch the opponent.

Wu Yin stood there, his face still bearing that mocking smile that was neither a smile nor a frown.

"Armor Soul?! This is Armor Soul?!" Cheng Yi staggered backward, muttering in despair, "I clearly drank the Longevity Elixir. If it had been two days later, just two days later I could have..."

"The Longevity Elixir? You drank the Longevity Elixir?" Wu Yin looked at Cheng Yi in astonishment: "Don't tell me you poisoned Feng Ren just to steal the Longevity Elixir?"

"I was born for the Way, and I will die for the Way. I have done nothing wrong!" Cheng Yi roared, his eyes bloodshot.

"Aha... Aha... Ahahaha..."

"If you drink the Longevity Elixir, your essence, energy, and spirit will be polluted by external things, and you'll never be able to achieve immortality again." Wu Yin laughed so hard he almost fell over. "You still want to pursue the Dao? How ridiculous!"

Cheng Yi was struck dumb, completely stunned.

"That's right, he definitely wouldn't teach such crooked and evil methods to his apprentices."

"My senior brother was poisoned to death by his own disciple because of this? Hahaha... I could laugh at this joke for ten years!"

Wu Yin, holding the chubby boy's hand, laughed heartily as they went out.

My old-fashioned senior brother was killed because of my own old-fashionedness, how hilarious!

"Impossible, impossible, absolutely impossible!"

The entire Ancestral Hall was filled only with sincere anger and desperate roars.

……

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" Zhang Ye shook his head resolutely: "What treasure could there be in this poor, remote place like Qingshan County?"

“But those martial arts practitioners who ran to Qingshan County told me all sorts of stories, and they were very detailed.” Zhen Fan hesitated and said, “They said that the fire was caused by the light of the treasure being born.”

"And then there was the earthquake."

"It is said that the treasure was originally buried under Xiaodong Mountain. It was disturbed when Qingfeng Temple was built."

Hearing this, Zhang Ye immediately lost his confidence.

He couldn't help but look at the people around the table.

"Want to go take a look?" Chen Mu asked with a smile.

Zhang Ye nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

"Go," Jie Jia said calmly.

Zhang Ye was overjoyed.

"We won't wait for you," the young Taoist priest Chengming said with a grin.

Zhang Ye: "..."

He put on a great show for half a day, just hoping to get a group of people to see it. Or at least wait for him.

As a result, not only did Jie Jia and Chen Mu see through his intentions, but even that little guy dared to tease him.

"Get out of here! Stay put!" Zhang Ye slapped Zhen Fan on the shoulder and said irritably.

He spent a lot of money at Zhu Yi Pavilion to ensure his safe arrival in Nanyang Prefecture.

I certainly can't waste this expensive ticket just because of a little curiosity.

(End of this chapter)