Chapter 230: Chapter 132: Hundreds of Lives Melted into One Pot, Do You Want the Foundation Establishment Pill _2
Translator: 549690339
Either that or wait until Luo Chen advances to a Second Order Pill Refiner, and then check the situation at that time.
In the end, he hasn’t given up on this matter.
However, before leaving, Wang Yuan informed Luo Chen of a crucial piece of news.
“Mr. Mi Shuhua has returned earlier than expected!”
This news startled Luo Chen.
When did Mr. Mi Shuhua return?
Moreover, why did none of the other cultivators of the Broken Mountain Gang have any clue about it?
At a time when Broken Mountain Gang is suffering heavy losses and is in a state of unrest, shouldn’t he announce his return to stabilize morale?
As for the specifics, Wang Yuan doesn’t know either.
He just passed this news to Luo Chen, and also mentioned that the array of the Golden Core relics had dissipated, attracting numerous Second Order Demon Beasts.
The Human Clan cultivators at the Foundation Establishment level all dispersed like birds and beasts after a big battle.
Luo Chen kept this news to himself and did not tell anyone.
In the following days, he continued refining pills and cultivating as if nothing had happened.
It wasn’t until three days later that Zhou Yuanli came to him quietly with a Sound Transmission Jade Pendant.
“The gang leader invites you!”
This was Luo Chen’s first time visiting the Mi Family territory.
Accompanied by Mi Junping and a male Ninth Level Qi Refinement cultivator, he gradually made his way towards the forbidden area within the Mi Family territory.
Despite calling it a forbidden area, it was actually Mr. Mi Shuhua’s personal retreat.
On the journey, Luo Chen also observed the mental state of the members of the Mi Family.
He couldn’t discern anything; they all seemed in quite good spirits.
It seems that with the Broken Mountain Gang, this rogue cultivator gang, serving the Mi Family as their financial lifeline, they had developed quite well over the years.
Just within a short distance, Luo Chen noticed many young clan members in the middle or early stages of the Qi Refinement.
“We’re here. Zifan, you can get busy now. I’ll take him in on my own,” Mi Junping said.
The Ninth Level Qi Refinement man who had accompanied them nodded.
Just before he left, however, the look he gave Luo Chen was tinged with resentment.
Luo Chen’s observant eyes and his Spirit Vision Technique instantly detected the hint of resentment.
“Is this man Mi Zifan? The one who used to rank in the top ten on the Great River District’s Sky Pride List?” Luo Chen asked with feigned innocence.
Mi Junping hummed in affirmation, speaking with a hint of remorse in her tone, “It’s a shame that after losing to that Duan Feng, his ranking dropped. Now with the Dao Debate Platform closed, there’s no chance to fight his way up, losing face for our Mi Family for no reason.”
Speaking of Duan Feng, Mi Junping gave Luo Chen a meaningful look.
“I recall it was you and Qin Liangchen who recommended Duan Feng join the Broken Mountain Gang, wasn’t it?”
Luo Chen smiled faintly, “Yes, he is currently affiliated with the Pill Hall, but the Gang hasn’t allocated him a stable salary yet. He is currently starting a small business.”
“Then you’d better be careful. Mi Zifan might harbor thoughts of vengeance against Duan Feng.”
As they were talking, a smirk crept on Mi Junping’s face.
“I almost forgot, you probably hold a grudge against Mi Zifan too. It seems he’d hate you more now, with old disputes and new ones piled up!”
Me and Mi Zifan bear a grudge?
Luo Chen was taken aback.
When did I offend a Ninth Level Qi Refinement Cultivator for no reason?
Seeing Luo Chen startled, Mi Junping leaned in and whispered three words.
“Spirit Gathering Array.”
Instantly, Luo Chen understood where the grudge had come from.
Initially, I was being targetted by a Calamity Cultivator from the Xuelian District for extortion and I stayed in Inner City as a result to avoid him.
Mr. Mi Shuhua had specially sent someone to deliver a Small Qi Gathering Array as a compensation.
Thanks to that Small Qi Gathering Array, he managed to enhance his cultivation efficiency to the standard of a Dual Spirit Root Cultivator.
However, one could imagine that such a valuable item as the Small Qi Gathering Array would certainly be highly esteemed in the Mi Family.
It couldn’t possibly have been left unused.
Now it seems that the previous owner of this Small Qi Gathering Array was this Ninth Level Qi Refinement Expert, Mi Zifan.
This grudge is indeed well-founded!
Luo Chen let out a bitter smile.
Out of the corner of his eye, catching Mi Junping’s smirk, a thought suddenly struck him.
Why did she remind me of all this out of the blue?
Could it be that she and Mi Zifan aren’t on good terms either?
But she is the second generation of the Mi Family, and Mi Zifan is her nephew!
He poses no threat and there’s a blood relationship.
No matter what, she should help her family rather than act impartially.
Besides, Luo Chen and Mi Junping weren’t exactly close either.
While Luo Chen was left to his reflections, Mi Junping led the way, with the path leading increasingly downward.
It felt like they were descending towards the earth’s core.
Suddenly, the two of them stopped in front of a stone door.
“Go ahead, my father is waiting for you inside.”
Luo Chen took a careful look at Mi Junping, noticing her calm expression, then took a deep breath and pushed open the stone door alone.
As he set foot inside, before he had a chance to inspect his surroundings, the stone door closed behind him with a heavy thud.
Luo Chen’s heart jumped and he retreated a step instinctively.
Only then did he notice that this small stone chamber, barely ten square meters in size, was somehow extraordinary.
Spirit Qi!
The Spirit Qi was so dense it was beyond imagination, like vast oceans.
Standing there, Luo Chen could feel his Longevity Technique ready to run automatically, as if eager to absorb the rich Spirit Qi.
“A Second-Order Spirit Vein!” Luo Chen blurted.
“Unfortunately, it’s not.”
From the center of the stone chamber came the tired and ancient voice of Mr. Mi Shuhua.
The voice was weary and aged, a far cry from his previous vitality.
Luo Chen was taken aback, while his Spirit Vision continued to take in the surroundings. Only then did he notice Mr. Mi Shuhua’s face had a sickly pale hue to it.
He was seated on a futon woven from gold and silver silk threads, and by his side, there were several jars and pots strewn about..