Chapter 115 - General Knowledge of the Immortal Realm (1/2)

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“Shen Ying, pack up the house once you’re done eating,” Lonemoon instructed the foodie Shen Ying as he scurried around. Shen Ying had been eating steak and rice. “I’ve already made arrangements for Yu Hong to bring the disciples here and move all of your things over to the west hall. You’ll be staying there from now on.”

“Huh?” Shen Ying gave a blank expression. “Why?” She was happy to remain where she was. Why did she have to move? So troublesome.

“Isn’t there an Immortal Abode at the bottom of this peak?” Lonemoon asked rhetorically. “I’ve already studied it. When you are right now is a perfect position from which we can reach the center of the Immortal Abode if we dig right through the ground.”

“Why are we trying to reach the Immortal Abode?” Isn’t it crushed by now?

“Why else? Of course we’re going to collect the remains! Don’t you usually collect the equipment of those you kill?”

“…” That makes sense.

Lonemoon rolled his eyes and started to nag, “You’re a Sect Master after all. Can you please spend some thought for the sect? Don’t you know now that we’ve ascended to immortality, none of our weapons, spirit stones, pills or herbs will be useful? So many people from our sect has now ascended to immortality. If we don’t gather what we need, we would just be sitting around and eating the air. And…” He turned to look at the man to his right. “Who is this? Where did you pick him up from? Can you stop giving our sect trouble?”

Bitao: “…”

“This is Floaty.”

“I don’t care about Float Whatever. Put him back where you found him,” Lonemoon said, exasperated. As if it was not enough to wake up and find that the entire sect had ascended to immortality; everything that he had worked so hard to collect over the past few years have suddenly been reduced to trash. He was so anxious that he felt as if he was losing his mind. Yet, at this nerve-wrecking moment, all Shen Ying cared about was food. “The Sect has no money to support a freeloader.”

“Er, well… Immortal Friend, I am Bitao. We met in the mystic realm earlier,” Bitao explained awkwardly. He went on to describe everything that he had been through up to that point.

“You were the immortal soul that was forcing me to receive your outdated inheritance?”

“…” Is it necessary to call it “outdated”?

Lonemoon scanned him from head to toe, his eyes twinkling as if he had thought of a brilliant idea. He reached out and plucked Radish off his thigh, pushing it into Bitao’s arms. “That’s perfect! Since you have decided to stay in Invincible Sect, you can make some contributions! It’s time to put your skills to the test. Bring this radish around and refine some immortal pills. Refine only the valuable kinds.”

“Ji?” The Radish paused and studied Bitao. Then, it let out a loud “Pui!”

Yet another ugly thing!

Bitao: “…”

Is everyone in the Invincible Sect this determined to milk all the benefits out of everything they possessed?

Lonemoon turned back to Shen Ying and asked, “Shen Ying, what do you have planned for the future of the sect?”

“Plans?” Shen Ying paused.

“You don’t even have a single freaking plan?” Lonemoon’s mouth twitched as he felt his temples tense up from the frustration he felt. “Shouldn’t you at least have come up with a plan? Should we remain here or should we find somewhere else to move to? How about those newly recruited disciples? Drop your act! Didn’t you think of all of these when I passed out earlier on? You even fixed the annihilation problem. Keep working your brain and think!”

“Hm…” Shen Ying frowned. It was so tiring to work her brain. Moments later, she tapped Lonemoon on the shoulder and said seriously, “Father Niu, I’m counting on you!” What did she need her brain for while Father Niu was around? She’d might as well throw it away!