#1197 - Chapter 1197: Fire in Taichu Courtyard

Having made his decision, Ye Kong walked step by step towards the cave entrance. At this moment, he discovered that he couldn't open the cave door. Thinking that it was the unlucky system acting on its own, Ye Kong really wanted to drag it out and scold it. He was essentially temporarily trapped inside the cave.

It was truly extremely upsetting.

Unable to use spiritual power, he was also unable to use his divine sense to know what was happening outside.

Now that the cave entrance was sealed, others would probably assume that he was in closed-door cultivation, quietly recuperating, and naturally wouldn't come to disturb him.

Ye Kong forcibly tried to cultivate, but as soon as he used his spiritual power, his entire body uncontrollably fell straight forward.

Such a disheveled appearance would make anyone who saw it laugh for three days and three nights.

Ye Kong was completely helpless. He sat down in a meditative posture, forcing himself to calm down and think carefully about what had happened recently.

Where exactly did things go wrong? Leading to this situation today?

He went through all the events quickly, but Ye Kong couldn't figure out the reason. Just then, suddenly, another flute sound came over.

Ye Kong was much more awake than yesterday and quickly recognized that the flute sound was coming from the southeast direction. The closest place to the cave in the southeast direction was the back mountain of the Taichu Academy.

Thinking of this, Ye Kong suddenly fell to the ground and blacked out, losing consciousness.

Then, in a daze, it was the same scene as last night. The same person wearing a white dress appeared in the cave, carrying a bamboo basket with a bowl of gray-brown medicinal soup inside.

A cool sensation brushed across his face, and a warm cloth gently wiped away the dust. Then, a very bitter medicinal soup was poured into his throat, flowing down and igniting a crazy fire in his abdomen, finally stopping in his stomach.

Ye Kong struggled greatly to barely open his eyes. A graceful figure was busying about in front of the bed, always separated by a layer of fog, making her face unclear as if it were pixelated.

Ye Kong's lips moved, but he didn't make any sound.

He wanted to ask, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

He didn't ask the question. The person in front of him remained silent, repeating the steps and then walking into the darkness and disappearing.

Ye Kong fell asleep again.

When he woke up, Ye Kong looked at the bright cave. There was no one around. Everything that happened last night seemed like a dream, a very real dream.

Ye Kong got up and tried to circulate his spiritual power, but it was still useless.

He walked to the cave door and pushed hard, but it was still tightly closed. The spiritual power barrier trapped him inside.

Ye Kong turned and walked into the cultivation room.

The one hundred and eighteen statues here were actually sculpted by him one by one.

It wasn't that he was narcissistic, but in countless days and nights of cultivation, the only enemy he faced was himself.

He first defeated himself, and then defeated others.

Each time after finishing cultivation, he would sit quietly and carefully select a stone of similar size from the thousands of stones in the cave, and begin to carve it meticulously.

Each statue was him, and yet each was not him.

When Ye Kong sculpted the one hundred and eighteenth statue, he stopped sculpting. From that moment on, he had a new goal.

Ye Kong walked around the statues one by one, suddenly remembering the young boy who had inexplicably broken into the cave a few days ago.

That's right, he said he came from the back mountain of the Taichu Academy, and then, after many twists and turns, he actually wandered into his cave, even ignoring the spiritual power barrier in the cave and breaking in.

Then, wouldn't that mean that there was a shortcut in his cave leading to the back mountain?

Ye Kong, you are so smart!

Ye Kong suddenly felt hope. Although his spiritual power wouldn't recover anytime soon, it wouldn't matter much in the Taichu Academy. The main thing was that he was suffocating in the cave and wanted to get out as soon as possible.

Ye Kong began a carpet search, searching all the cave entrances and touching all the stones, leaving no trace unchecked.

At this time, Ye Kong understood a little why so many people came to the Taichu Academy to cultivate. Mainly, being an ordinary person was too tiring.

If it were before, he could move his fingers and travel back and forth from the cave to the back mountain thousands of times.

Now, ha.

However, from dawn to dusk, Ye Kong was exhausted and still couldn't find the shortcut.

Not to mention a shortcut, the entire cave was as tightly sealed as a coffin, not even a mosquito could fly in.

Unless that young boy was a mosquito, otherwise he lied to him.

Regardless, this carpet search was a bit stupid.

This wave was called being too clever for one's own good.

Ye Kong was hungry. Fortunately, there were dried salted fish prepared in the cave. He ate the dried salted fish and gnawed on the steamed buns that had been dried on the top of the cave a few days ago, and that was how he managed to get through the day.

As night fell and he prepared to rest, Ye Kong suddenly thought of the dream from last night.

He closed his eyes, pretending to be sound asleep.

Then, the familiar flute sound rang again.

Ye Kong suppressed the restlessness in his heart and lay still. Sure enough, after a while, a strange fragrance floated in. Ye Kong closed off his five senses and waited for the person to approach step by step.

After waiting for a long time, Ye Kong carefully relaxed. First was the sense of smell, the fragrance had faded a lot.

Then was the sense of hearing, there were rustling sounds in his ears.

Then was the sense of touch, a spoon was feeding something, and a sleeve brushed across his face, making it a little itchy.

Then was the sense of taste, oh my, what was this? So bitter! Extremely bitter!

The sound in his ears became smaller. Ye Kong felt it was time. He suddenly opened his eyes.

He met the woman's surprised eyes.

"It's actually you!"

How could she be here? It's been so long!

Ye Kong looked at the woman in front of him in disbelief. The woman in front of him didn't expect Ye Kong to suddenly wake up. Not having time to think about whether the hypnotic incense had failed or the flute sound hadn't hypnotized him, the woman hurriedly ran into the darkness.

Ye Kong's hand emptied, only grabbing the woman's bamboo basket.

The soup bowl inside was already empty, having been fed into his mouth.

Ye Kong hurriedly chased after her, but there was nothing.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Kong felt lightheaded and his body floating.

Not good, he was going to fall!

There were sleep-inducing ingredients in the medicine.

Ye Kong struggled with surprise and unease before falling asleep.

"Quick, go find Ye Kong!"

Someone shouted.

The entire Taichu Academy was already filled with flames. In the shocking scene, everyone was running around. Accidents always come unexpectedly.

"Run!" The heartbreaking shouts, running and crying, on this night, all the events were taking a sharp turn for the worse.

Waking up again, not having time to think too much, Ye Kong felt that his spiritual power seemed to be recovering little by little. He pinched his fingers and chanted a spell, exerting force towards the cave door. A golden light shot out, and the entire cave door exploded with a bang.

In contrast to the dimness of the cave, the outside was brightly lit.

Ye Kong went straight out of the cave, and the scene before him made his eyes widen.

Before him was thick smoke and a mess everywhere. Was this the Taichu Academy where he was?

What happened?