Patrol Captain

"I don't know anything!" Old Dong said irritably.

“I don’t have any more stock. If this old man doesn’t get any, he’ll think I look down on him and he’ll skin me alive.”

"Really gone?" Chen Yuan raised an eyebrow, staring into Old Dong's eyes with a half-smile.

"What kind of look is that? I'd be a dog if I lied to you." Old Dong pretended to be angry, his eyes darting around unconsciously, and he raised one hand as he said this.

Chen Yuan showed a regretful expression, "Alas, this person was a celestial being in his previous life. He had three complete Qi Luck Spiritual Roots. I originally wanted to organize a drinking party and give you a hand, but unfortunately, as you saw before, the method I used to become a Martial Saint was passed down by this senior."

"That's all!"

With that said, he turned around and left.

Upon hearing this, Old Man Dong realized he actually knew about it. He was indeed present at the time and witnessed firsthand how the other party passed on a technique to Chen Yuan, after which Chen Yuan successfully broke through to the Martial Saint realm.

That's an ancient, mysterious being!

Even the smallest leak can bring you immense benefits.

How could I possibly pass up such a good opportunity? It seems I should probably quit drinking.

"Hey, hey, don't go!" He quickly grabbed Chen Yuan and coughed. "Since this senior thinks so highly of me, how can we let him leave disappointed?"

"Don't you know any manners?" He lectured Chen Yuan in return.

Chen Yuan chuckled, "Didn't you say there was no more wine?"

"Just squeeze a little, there's always some." Old Dong touched his bulbous nose, looking very serious. Then, his expression changed immediately. He swayed and rushed to the white-robed king, gave a gesture of respect, and said with a smile:
"Old man Dong Fu, welcome, senior! Please!"

The white-robed monarch Luo Cheng glanced at the old man with his dark pupils, nodded, and hummed in agreement.

With that, he went down to a thatched hut.

Old Dong followed, and as he passed Chen Yuan, he bumped Chen Yuan's shoulder, saying, "Good lad, you'd better put in a good word for him later."

Chen Yuan's eyes crinkled into a smile. "Of course!"

After a short while, Old Dong's hearty laughter filled the night.
Beside the stream, on a flat rock, sits a thatched hut.

In front of the thatched hut, beneath a huge silver sacred tree, three people raised their cups to invite the bright moon, while a stream and waterfall cascaded down nearby, splashing up water mist.

The silver tree, a sacred tree of Yinshan, was used by Chen Yuan as part of the atmosphere, and he also conjured up a wooden table and three stools.

"Haha."

"I would like to offer you both a toast."

"Let's make friends over drinks."

"Senior Luo, let me offer another toast. You have excellent taste; this wine of yours..."

"I'll do it, you can do whatever you want!"

At the dinner table, just listening to the old man's voice, you might think he's intimidated, but once he drinks, he becomes a real tough guy.

He drank one cup after another, and most of the food he had painstakingly managed to get out probably ended up in his own stomach.

Chen Yuan had no idea whether this person did it on purpose.

He could only press down on Old Dong's hand as he poured the wine, saying, "As the saying goes, after three rounds of wine and five courses of food, don't rush to drink before the food has even been served."

He was so engrossed in listening to Old Man Dong's drinking toasts that he didn't even exchange a few words with the white-robed king.

"Senior Luo, are you alright after leaving Youmen Pass?" Chen Yuan casually found a starting point.

"There is no danger, it's alright. The demons on the outskirts are dwindling, they can't cause any trouble. I'm thinking of going deeper into the area sometime to find more flesh and blood."

"It seems like none of you in the court care at all?"

As Luo Cheng, the white-robed monarch, spoke, a hint of mockery seemed to linger in his voice.
"Do you think you can rest easy just because you've used our seven cities as a shield?"

"Or rather, they thought I would follow the old path and get tricked by them."

Chen Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly upon hearing this. Although he had wanted to bring up this topic several times, he was reluctant to do so because it involved sensitive issues. The seven dead cities controlled by the seven immortal monarchs, straddling the Shu region and the Ten Thousand Mountains, were indeed a barrier.

However, the old grudges between the immortal kings and the court are a powder keg that could be ignited at any moment. If that happens, these immortal kings might turn into demon kings of hell and march south, causing widespread suffering and death.

This is a dead end!
Moreover, these immortal kings are not the same as they were before; they have been tainted with too much demonic energy during their reincarnations.

These are all variables!

He shook his head. "The imperial court may have such thoughts, hoping for the best."

"But more often than not, there is no extra energy to explore; maintaining the status quo is already difficult enough."

"The imperial court's top experts are busy cleaning up messes everywhere and have no time to deal with the affairs of the Ten Thousand Mountains."

"The same applies to your existence; try not to touch or provoke you, just turn a blind eye."

Chen Yuan had a very clear understanding of the situation in Shu.

With various forces stirring up trouble, it's no exaggeration to say that Sichuan is in turmoil.

The court is trying to maintain the existing balance, but this balance is extremely fragile.

"Perhaps." Luo Cheng twirled the empty wine glass between his fingers.
"You might need to be more careful in the future."

Chen Yuan, who was about to pour the wine, paused, raised his eyelids, and...
"Senior, what does this mean?"

The atmosphere became somewhat tense for a moment.

Old Man Dong, sitting in the middle, noticed something was wrong and quickly reached out to pour more wine.

"Drink, drink."

They smiled and made the atmosphere lively.

Luo Cheng's pupils were dark and unfathomable, appearing murky and uncertain.

"Do you remember those two people we met when I took you to visit Venerable Aniruddha last time?"

Chen Yuan frowned. These two people had obviously spent the whole night trying to catch him.

He nodded.

"These two possess a secret technique that can accelerate the resurrection of undead beings like us, allowing us to grow back our complete flesh and blood."

"And their condition is that they need a bone from the king's body!"

"Because our bones are the resurrection of celestial beings, and the bones retain the great power of celestial beings."

"They first went to Jingyuan Pass, but were rejected by several emperors in succession. This is because our celestial bones are very important."

“Only Venerable Aniruddha agreed to their request.”

"Because the three treasures cultivated by Anilou ultimately pursue the transcendence of the primordial spirit."

As Luo Cheng spoke, a white light flashed in his eyes.

Chen Yuan's eyelids drooped slightly. "Is your information accurate, senior?"

Luo Cheng nodded. "I am on good terms with Anilou. Afterwards, when I went to confront him about what happened that day, Anilou told me this himself."

"Those two are indeed strange. They can even access the secret method of our resurrection. I don't know how they did it."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yuan's eyebrows furrowed with a hint of murderous intent. The Holy Land was full of lunatics who dared to conduct any kind of experiment.

"If that's the case, why not kill those two, seize the secret technique, and not lose anything?"

Luo Cheng shook his head.

"Those two have obtained a piece of Arhat bone from Anilou and left!" (End of Chapter)