#410 - Meeting old friends

Two hours later.

From early night to late night, as the bright moon traveled from the east side of Little Green Mountain to directly overhead, the cave door finally slowly opened again under the tense gazes of dozens of Freemasonry gang members.

Wei Changtian stood calmly at the cave entrance, a thick smell of blood permeating the silent air behind him.

“Young Master, are you alright?”

Zhang San was the first to greet him, while also raising his eyes to look into the depths of the cave.

The result was without a doubt that all fifty-two demonic beasts had been killed.

“Yes, I’m fine.”

Patting his clothes, Wei Changtian casually glanced behind him: “Dispose of the demon corpses, collect the demon spirit pills, and distribute the demon cores to these brothers.”

“Yes, I understand.”

Zhang San cupped his fist in response and returned to Wei Changtian's side after a brief arrangement.

“Young Master, are we returning to the manor next?”

“Hmm, not going back yet.”

Shaking his head, Wei Changtian walked to a wooden table at the cave entrance.

This was a place for those guarding the cave to rest, with a few plates of peanuts and other snacks, as well as a few jugs of strong liquor on the table.

Casually picking up a jug of wine and grabbing two mud bowls.

Wei Changtian turned to look at Zhang San, who had a puzzled expression, and suddenly smiled for no reason.

“Let’s go, to Misty Cloud Mountain.”

Half an hour later, at the peak of Misty Cloud Mountain.

On the seventh day of the twelfth month of last year, a battle that few knew about, but was shocking enough, had taken place here.

In this battle, Wei Changtian demonstrated his ability to kill a Rank Two for the first time.

In this battle, five Rank Two experts perished.

It was also in this battle that Xiao Feng died at the hands of Wei Changtian, completely shedding his identity as the “protagonist” with some reluctance and more nonchalance.

Sitting cross-legged, he placed the two mud bowls in front of him, filling them with wine.

Wei Changtian first picked up one of them, tilted his head back, and drank the wine in the bowl in one gulp.

Then, like a childish little kid, he suddenly picked up the other bowl as well.

“Hahaha, Xiao Feng.”

“Did you think this bowl of wine was for you to drink?”

“Sorry, both bowls of wine are mine!”

“Gulu gulu ~”

With one head tilt and then another, the second bowl of wine was also completely gone into Wei Changtian's stomach in the blink of an eye.

He smiled and touched his mouth, then poured a third bowl of wine.

The wine jug he had casually grabbed was not big, and after pouring this bowl, there was no more.

Looking at this last bowl of wine, Wei Changtian did not drink it all in one gulp this time, but only slowly took a small sip, muttering casually in his mouth:

“Xiao Feng, you’ve really screwed me over.”

“One of you died, and thirteen more popped up.”

“If I had known it would be like this, I wouldn’t have killed you.”

“Oh right, I’ve completely fallen out with Ning Yongnian now.”

“That bastard actually killed three million people in Yuanzhou City in one go in order to annex Da Feng.”

“He wasn’t a good bird in the original work either, I remember you finally killed him in the imperial court in front of all the civil and military officials, right?”

“Tsk tsk tsk, but I probably won’t be able to kill him myself.”

“I promised Madam Wei to give her this opportunity.”

“We have to keep our word, don’t you think?”

“Almost forgot, I’m not qualified to say this in front of you.”

“...”

Shaking his head and looking at the night sky again, Wei Changtian suddenly took a deep breath, his expression slowly becoming lost.

“Xiao Feng, why do you think I have to work so hard like you?”

“You’re the protagonist, you can’t die no matter what you do... Of course, I mean before I transmigrated over here.”

“But what about me?”

“Although this broken system is a bit useful, it’s just trash compared to what’s written in those novels I read.”

“Maybe one day before I can kill Ning Yongnian, he’ll kill me first.”

“Then I’ll be too aggrieved, won’t I.”

“Do you think I should continue, I can still quit now.”

“Then I’ll live a peaceful life, anyway, that’s what I originally planned to do.”

“I’m asking you, if you have a spirit in heaven, give me some feedback, a gust of wind or something would be fine.”

“...”

“Well, it seems I still have to believe in science, souls are bullshit.”

Muttering softly, Wei Changtian, who had been talking to himself for a long time, finally quieted down for a while.

He didn't know why he had to say these nonsensical things to a grave.

Perhaps it was because there were some things he could only say to the dead.

“Alright, I won’t chat with you anymore.”

“I just broke through to Rank Four, and I originally wanted to come and show off to you.”

“But after thinking about it, I felt that if you hadn’t died, you would definitely be stronger than me now, so I lost interest again.”

“Here, I’ve left you half a bowl of wine.”

“Drink it slowly, I’m leaving.”

“...”

Placing the remaining half bowl of strong liquor on the grave, which didn't even have a tombstone, Wei Changtian slowly stood up, then walked down the mountain without looking back.

The small grave watched his figure disappear alone, and the dense forest returned to silence.

Suddenly, a night wind blew down from the sky.

It passed through the dense branches and leaves of the ancient trees, gently shaking the weeds in front of the grave.

A ripple arose in the wine in the bowl, as if answering the question that Wei Changtian already had an answer to.

It was already Yin hour when he returned to the small residence from Misty Cloud Mountain.

Xu Qingwan and Lu Jingyao's rooms were still lit with candlelight, but both of them had fallen asleep in their clothes.

Without waking the two of them, Wei Changtian yawned and casually found a guest room, washed up briefly, and then fell headfirst onto the bed.

After killing the fifty-two demonic beasts, he had finally broken through to Rank Four, and the next step was the qualitative change of Rank Three.

However, this step was somewhat difficult.

The internal energy he cultivated was the Wei family's “Returning Yuan Skill”, the biggest advantage of which was that there was no bottleneck in the realm below Rank Four, and everything could be achieved naturally.

But Rank Three was obviously beyond this range, so it would no longer be so easy.

Not only did he have to accumulate enough internal energy, but he also had to have some understanding of “momentum”.

Most importantly, he also had to pass a so-called “hurdle”.

According to Wei Xianzhe and others, this hurdle was different for everyone, and there was no way to specifically describe what it was, and everything would only be clear when breaking through.

Wei Changtian was too lazy to think about these issues right now, but there were many similar settings in the novels of his previous life that could be used as a reference.

Although the names were different, they could be roughly divided into categories such as “defeating the inner demon”, “understanding the Great Dao”, and “strengthening the Dao heart”.

I don't know which category the “hurdle” is...

Forget it, anyway, none of them are easy for me...

Thinking about it, Wei Changtian fell asleep before he could even enter the “Dream Dao”.

Since obtaining the “Dream Dao”, he had only not “entered the dream” on two nights when he slept.

One was when he first arrived in Shu Prefecture, when he drank too much on his birthday in his previous life.

The second was on the night he married Little Comrade Xu.

So, this was the third time.

However, although he didn't “enter the dream”, Wei Changtian did “dream” tonight.

In the dream, a blurred figure stood in the chaos, the voice sounding somewhat familiar.

“Wei Changtian.”

“Since you have defeated me, then you will definitely be able to do what I can do.”

“Even do what I have never been able to do.”

“So, now it's your turn to be the protagonist.”