Chapter 289 - Chapter 289: Chapter 282: Night-time Visitor_1 (2/2)

“Master, I’m here!”

Xiao Qing hadn’t been sleeping, but studying the Seven-Star Sword Technique in the adjacent room.

At the sound, he immediately came over.

“You’ll sleep inside the earth cellar tonight, and don’t come out if you hear anything.”

The earth cellar was originally used to store sweet potatoes, pumpkins, and other foodstuffs.

Qin Niu had built it but had never used it.

Inside, it was dark, damp, and the air was poor, making it an unsuitable place for people to live.

Given the current situation, for safety’s sake, he decided to have Xiao Qing hide in the earth cellar.

In case there really was any danger, he wouldn’t have any reservations.

After arranging for Xiao Qing’s hiding place, he turned to the termites he carried with him.

“Old Five, lead a hundred soldier ants to guard every part of the house. If anyone invades, immediately alert me.”

The pets Qin Niu trusted the most were still his termites.

They were small in size and had sensitive smell and perception, which made them ideal for positioning in every corner of the house to serve as hidden sentries.

As night fell and the crescent moon gradually rose into the sky.

After his bath, Qin Niu, clothed, came to the backyard to practice cultivation.

He usually only wore shorts for his cultivation practice, but today he had donned the King Pig Leather Armor.

The Ice Lotus and the Strange Vine had both taken root and were alive.

This once again proved the marvels of the Everlasting Spring Technique.

As long as a plant had a breath left, it could almost certainly be revived.

Such an outstanding cultivation technique, yet no one had bought it, which could only mean that the mainstream direction of cultivation was still geared towards combat.

Non-combat cultivation techniques had almost no market.

Moreover, since it was an incomplete scroll, even fewer people were willing to buy it.

For the same price, one could buy an entire scroll of a common cultivation technique. Iron Cloth Technique and Barbarian Bull Technique were both good choices.

Qin Niu disliked fighting and killing, preferring to nestle in the countryside, cultivate the land, breed insects, and live a carefree and comfortable life.

If possible, he wished to be at peace with the world.

He was very indifferent towards fame, fortune, and power.

With his current conditions, if he joined the army, he could definitely become an officer, but he had no intention of enlisting.

He carefully inspected the Ice Lotus.

Though it had taken root and was alive, its condition wasn’t good.

Its petals were somewhat wilted, and it lacked the stunning beauty it had the first time he saw it. Only a slight trace of cold air emanated from the plant.

The herbs planted around it were affected by the cold air and some had already suffered from frost damage.

This indicated that it wasn’t suitable to be planted in soil, but needed to be planted in water.

Qin Niu contemplated hiring someone to dig a lotus pond in the backyard specifically for the Ice Lotus.

In any place, as long as one had the money, almost anything could be accomplished.

He sat beside the herb garden, began to close his eyes, and entered into cultivation.

The Ink Blade lay on his lap, ready for battle at any moment.

As the crescent moon began to sink in the west, the night deepened further.

Gusts of night wind brushed the earth, and the herbs around Qin Niu swayed in the breeze like dancing spirits in the darkness.

“Master, something’s happening!”

The termite sentries positioned within the house for vigilance sent him a signal.

The enemy hadn’t invaded from the front yard but from the backyard.

This showed that the person acted with extreme cunning.

Qin Niu, appearing relaxed on the outside but tense on the inside, immediately stopped cultivating and readied himself to confront the invader.

A shadowy figure easily scaled the wall and entered, eyes brimming with boundless killing intent, heading straight for Qin Niu.

One could see that the figure stumbled slightly, disheveled, indicating he was quite injured.

“You little beast, die!”

The hoarse and aged growl was fraught with overwhelming hatred.