Chapter 137: This Young Master Is Frustrated

Chapter 137: This Young Master Is Frustrated

Chen Haoran slowly rose. A single step carried him out of a hole taller than three men. He followed the Yellow Dragons glare into the sky and cycled qi to his eyes. Of the two Crystal Transformations in the air, only one had butterfly wings. He was clothed in purple as ancient royalty might wear, and over that laid the red official uniform of the empire like an overcoat. A purple-gold circlet of interlinked scorpions sat on his brow. Rows of small bone butterflies hung from thin threads attached to his sleeves. He wasnt paying them any attention.

Phelps dropped Xie Jin and Bao Si back to the ground, and Chen Haoran rounded on them. What the fuck was that!

Xie Jin cast his eyes toward the sky, then back down just as quickly. A Crystal Transformation Realm Shaman.

The dirt at Chen Haorans feet was blown away by an unseen force. And they can just do that? Steal my voice? My body?

A Golden Silkworm can, Bao Si answered.

It was a scorpion. Not a silkworm, Chen Haoran said. He touched his mouth and then cursed loudly. Angry was good. Loud was good. The louder he cursed, the more it felt like his voice was still his own, that it was actually him speaking and not a body-snatching cultivator.

The thought drew him up short. Did he not technically qualify as a body snatcher himself? The body snatcher got body snatched. It was such a ridiculous idea that it actually drew a laugh out of him. He spun and kicked a fallen tree with a trunk wider than he could wrap his arms around and sent it careening into the tree line in a cacophony of shattered wood and the groaning fall of yet more trees. Fuck!

Chen Haoran stepped on another tree trunk and crushed it in half. He flexed his qi, and the air around him visibly pulsed and fled outward with a sound akin to a whip crack. He raged amongst the wreckage hed created, flinging trees and cracking the earth with every step. The commotion he made did not go unnoticed, and soon enough, he felt two Second-Layer Liquid Meridians approaching the hill. Unfortunately for them, there was no treasure to be had on this hill, just one angry Chen Haoran. When they dared to reach over with their senses and try to spy, he turned on them.

What do you think youre looking at!? Qi flooded his voice and pitched his words such that they became a roar worthy of the Yellow Dragon, shaking the leaves off standing trees. Through his sense, he felt the two Liquid Meridians spike their qi to brace themselves, then turn and flee.

Chen Haorans chest heaved with every breath, and he dragged his hands across his face. Bao Si and Xie Jin remained silent as he raged and made no move to come closer. Phelps floated to and fro between them. Chen Haoran breathed once. Then twice, then pulled his hands from his face. They came away shaking, and Chen Haoran stared at them as if it were the first time hed ever seen them before. He exhaled. Fuck.

Phelps let out a soft bleat behind him. Chen Haoran turned and opened his arms up to the sloth. Phelps floated over and Chen Haoran enveloped him in a crushing hug. Sorry. Im sorry. He buried his face into Phelpss fur. Sorry.

Putting aside how you were able to discern that, Bao Si finally said after a moment had passed. A Golden Silkworm isnt a literal term, at least not anymore. It refers to a powerful type of Gu. One with far more exaggerated abilities than the norm. She glanced at Xie Jin with a none-to-kind look. As soon as we got here, we were outed and remembered by a Gu Department official with a Golden Silkworm. I hope youre happy, Xie Jin.This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com

Xie Jin frowned. Get off my back. We expected there to be shamans here. How was I supposed to know a crazy freak like him would show up? Since when did the Gu Department even have Golden Silkworms. His eyes flickered to the Crystal Transformation Realm. He didnt dare let them linger for longer than a second. I dont recognize him. Do you?

Bao Si mimicked Xie Jins actions. I dont.

Theres no way someone crazy like him is unknown, Xie Jin said. Its impossible.

Whats the significance of the Gu Department having a Golden Silkworm? Chen Haoran didnt raise his head when he asked the question.

Its.well, Xie Jin hesitated.

The Golden Silkworm is the best possible Gu you can create with the Poison Jar Ritual, Bao Si interrupted. In them, all the characteristics of a Gu, both good and bad, are magnified. With regular Gu, a shaman being devoured is a potential risk. With Golden Silkworms, it is a daily battle. She side-eyed Xie Jin. And as I told you before, selfish shamans raise selfish Gu. Creating such an example for such a dangerous Gu to follow can only be called insane.

Chen Haoran took one last huff of Phelpss fur and raised his head. How does a Black Bone Gu compare to a Golden Silkworm?

Xie Jin ran a hand through his hair and sighed. The best shamans in Zumulu are the Black Bones. The best Gu are the Golden Silkworms. He spoke as if he were reciting the words from a distant memory.

"Did I say you could leave? You think you can glare at me however you want without an apology?"

Chen Haoran didnt even have to pull his arm to convince Xie Jin to let him go.

The Liquid Meridian sneered. What? You want to start something?

Back off. Chen Haorans tone was flat. I wont say it twice.

A flare of qi was his answer. More flies that dont seem to understand the immensity of Heaven. This isnt a place you can run wild in. I make the rules here.

Chen Haoran glanced up at the Crystal Transformation Realms. By some unholy miracle, the shaman finally deigned to look his way. They locked eyes. The shaman smiled and nodded. Chen Haoran shivered and looked down.

Connection: Negative

The dumbass across from him clearly misinterpreted it. Know your place, worm. Nowhere in the Southern Region is safe for you if you offend me, Li Mou.

Chen Haorans palms glowed green. These ruins didnt survive the march of time to be destroyed by a piece of shit like you. The only reason youll walk away alive today is because of those two in the sky.

Well said. The interrupting voice was deep and powerful. Before any of them could react, a tall, barrel-chested bear of a man wearing a red Garrison uniform appeared next to Li Mou. The man flared his qi, Ninth-Layer Liquid Meridian, and hammered the back of his fist into his comrades ribs. Li Mou's chest caved in, and he collapsed to the ground like a puppet with cut strings. Despite the terrifying injury, Li Mou was still alive. It was a testament to the incredible vitality of the Liquid Meridian Realm that he remained conscious enough to have fear in his eyes. The man loomed over him.

Fool. If it werent me, it would be the team from the Ministry of Culture. How much knowledge has been lost in these ruins? How precious is every scrap of pottery and chipped brick? That wall could have held the key needed to control this trial ground, and now well never know because you were too lazy to jump over it. The man spat on Li Mou and waved over some nearby soldiers. Get this idiot out of my sight before I kill him.

As the soldiers carried away the once proud form of Li Mou, the bear-like man turned toward them. Chen Haoran dispersed the qi gathering at his palms but held them at the ready. It wasnt danger that he felt from this man, however, it was more akin to. kinship?

The Yellow Dragon crooned, for once taking interest in the outside on its own initiative.

The man smiled. A fellow cultivator of the Machu River. Who would have thought I would have met another of the same kind so far from our mother river? Friend, may I know your name?

Chen Haoran briefly considered the merits of answering or not. In the end, it was an easy choice. He clasped his hands in a polite bow. My name is Song Yuelin. A wandering cultivator.

The man returned the bow. I am Pan Gong. My name is not worth much, but I am fortunate to call myself a student of the Palace School.

The Palace School. The place Lan Fen had felt so called to in order to further her cultivation. Where the future officials of the Empire were molded, and Heaven-Rank techniques could be claimed by the worthy. This Pan Gong in front of him would no doubt become someone important one day.

Connection: Negative

A pleasure to make your acquaintance.

Chen Haoran couldnt find it within him to care anymore. He was tired of meeting important people and tired of meeting self-important Crystal Transformations.

He really needed to leave Zumulu.