Chapter 1 - The Taoist Fatty (2/2)
Servants have no rights to walk out via the main door, they can only take the back door, and run along the mountain pa.s.sages. After all, Little Fatty has been cultivating for 10 years already, even though he is unable to ride on his weapon and fly, he is still able to cover a few feet with every step, his plump figure is not affecting his speed in any way. The distance of many miles was covered very speedily. Along the way, Little Fatty will occasionally see pract.i.tioners flying in the sky on their spiritual weapons. They can see him too, but they would never bother about a servant.
Even as they fly arrogantly across the sky, Little Fatty thought that it was already very good. If he met some of the more childish people, they would even criticize him. Some lowly b.a.s.t.a.r.ds would even use low-level spells to find some entertainment from Song Zhong. Over the past 10 years, Little Fatty has been splashed with water spells countless of times, there are even people who would set his a.s.s on fire, resulting in him having to run around half naked for half a day, becoming the biggest joke amongst the servants. The most dangerous time was when a disciple who wanted to find some fun, did not control his spell properly, and instead of using a wind blade to shave off Little Fatty’s hair, almost chopped off his head instead. From that day on, Little Fatty changed his appearance, dressed as low profile as possible, worked where there are fewer people, in order to avoid these childish people.
The place where Little Fatty is going to now is called TianGou, it is a deep abyss behind the mountains of the Mystical Sky Yard, all the waste from the Sect is thrown into this abyss, and even after a few thousand years ever since the founding of the Sect, this abyss which stretches for hundreds of miles have never been filled.
However, when it is time for Little Fatty to take over the job, the garbage has piled to the point where the highest mountains of rubbish are not more than 10 feet away from the cliff.
Little Fatty is currently in no mood to appreciate the ma.s.sive amount of waste. He just casually threw the trash within the 2 large baskets away and rushed straight to the Elixir Hall. There are also two baskets filled with Elixirs which failed in production.
After the Elixir Hall, Little Fatty also has to go to the Weapons Hall, where there are also 2 baskets of trash which are filled with the failed products of the Weapon Hall, and some ashes.
After throwing away the rubbish from the 3 halls, his job for the day is finally done. Running for hundreds of miles within 4 hours, even though he is a pract.i.tioner, he is also panting hard and soaked with sweat.
Like a dead dog, Little Fatty returned to his hut, not bothering to wash up, he immediately began meditating.
An hour later, as the crescent moon silent crept above the willows, after finis.h.i.+ng his meditation, Little Fatty opened his eyes, and he is now at the peak of his physical and mental state. Adding to the fact that he stays in a deserted place, there is n.o.body who comes to disturb him in years, this is the best time to refine his unique treasure.
Carefully opening a hidden compartment by his bed, Little Fatty retrieved a black pearl of the size of a peach. This pearl is perfectly rounded, it is neither gold nor jade. Made of unknown materials, there isn’t a single design on the pearl, and there aren’t any visible benefits to the spirit. If not for the fact that this was discovered in an ancient cave, Little Fatty’s parents would not even have spared it a second glance.
Actually, even Little Fatty also has doubts as to whether or not this is a unique treasure, and whether or not it could be refined into a Natal Artifact. Everybody can only refine a single Natal Artifact in their life and it is impossible to be changed. It can be said that a person’s Natal Artifact would determine the future path which a pract.i.tioner would take. Normally, pract.i.tioners would wait until they train to a certain level before choosing a high-grade Artifact to be refined into their Natal Artifact. If they were unable to find any good Artifacts, they would rather not refine anything, instead of refining an Artifact with dubious origins.
However, for Little Fatty, he has no room for choice in this matter. This is the only Artifact which he can come into contact with. If he doesn’t refine it, he would for sure have no future, only biding his time awaiting death. Thus, even though refining it could be dangerous, he hung on to that sliver of hope for a miracle.
Little Fatty stroked the black pearl and laughed bitterly telling the black pearl, “Pearl, O pearl, please do not let me down.”
After saying this, Little Fatty’s face tightened with determination, and resolutely cut his wrist with his nails, dripping his Natal blood essence on the Black Pearl. As the blood essence came into contact with the pearl, it was immediately sucked into the pearl, as though the pearl was a monster with a voracious appet.i.te.
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