Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster

Chapter 3039 - 1127: The Eerie Green Lantern

Luo Chen couldn’t be held back.

Like how he came with the wind, he would eventually leave with the wind too.

This truth was clear to Jing Lan when Luo Chen expressed his desire to go to Qingshan Town.

She could not force him, only agree.

Yet, some inexplicable feelings in her heart were thoroughly suppressed.

Luo Chen seemed unaware, or perhaps pretended not to know, and continued doing what he could as always.

Harvesting rice in autumn, drying the grains.

With his help, within just a few days, the not-so-abundant rice was harvested completely.

To celebrate and reward, Jing Lan specifically took time to visit Qingshan Town, saying she would cut some meat and bring back some wine.

Luo Chen wasn’t idle either; he chopped some wood and brought back some dried straw, planning to repair the dilapidated roof.

Under the scorching sun, an old man, leaning on a cane, tremblingly passed by the house and chatted after seeing the man on the rooftop.

”Someone from Ah Lan’s family...”

”Just call me Luo Chen.”

Luo Chen recognized the person — the neighboring villager, surnamed Pu, known in the village as Mr. Pu San.

Jing Lan had previously mentioned that he was the villager injured by the new manager of the Tobacco Workshop.

Mr. Pu San sat in the shade to avoid the glaring sun, looking at Luo Chen with relief and said, ”Having a man at home makes a difference, every year around this time, Ah Lan barely finishes harvesting even thirty percent of the crops. Not like now, with your help, the rice is harvested, and the house can be repaired. Together, you’ll support each other onward, Ah Lan won’t be alone anymore.”

Luo Chen seemed unafraid of the scorching sun, hammering one polished wooden wedge after another into the beams.

Upon hearing the elder’s chatter, he casually asked, ”Has Jing Lan always been alone?”

Mr. Pu San sighed deeply, ”Yes, she is an orphan, abandoned by her parents, raised by the village. This child has a kind heart and works hard, everyone in the village often lends a hand, that’s how she managed to survive. But living alone is no way to live, with you here, she seems much happier, lately she’s even learning to dress up.”

Luo Chen remained silent, then shifted the topic.

”I’ve heard Jing Lan mention the three great disasters, but I don’t understand the Destruction Mist much. Have you heard of it?”

Mr. Pu San scratched his head, ”I’m not very clear either, just heard of such a thing, but no one in the village has seen it for a hundred years. It’s said that whenever the Destruction Mist appears, it envelops the world in fog, strange beasts also emerge. Our village, built on a mountain, follows tradition to prevent beast attacks.”

”Beasts?”

Luo Chen instinctively furrowed his brow.

”Alright, it’s too hot outside, I’ll head back now, chat later when we have time.”

Mr. Pu San patted his backside, stood up and waveringly moved towards his home.

His movements were slow, clearly not fully recovered from the injuries inflicted by the new manager of the Tobacco Workshop months ago.

Luo Chen crouched on the rooftop, gazed into the distance, clearly seeing a figure returning with a smile down the mountain.

...

The dinner was quite sumptuous.

At least it was the richest meal Luo Chen had eaten since arriving in this world.

Not only were there dishes and meat, but also wine.

Though the alcohol content was not high, nor did it contain any Spirit Qi, it was rather smooth to the taste.

A man and a woman ate silently; Luo Chen did not speak, and Jing Lan didn’t know what to say.

Only after finishing and putting down chopsticks did Jing Lan take the initiative to speak.

”In a few days, I’ll take you to Qingshan Town; also, we’ll stop by the Tobacco Workshop to pick up some work that can be done at home.”

Luo Chen replied without raising his head, ”Okay!”

After a simple wash, night had fallen.

Unlike the heat of the day, the village at night was rather cold, especially near the ground.

It’s uncertain how Jing Lan previously managed to sleep on the straw in the corner.

Luo Chen didn’t mind the temperature, as he had over the past few days, he sat cross-legged on the straw, closed his eyes, and regulated his body.

Utilizing Qi Blood Power to perform Healing Techniques, for Luo Chen now, was already second nature.

Most of the blocked meridians inside had been cleared.

The broken areas had also undergone simple repairs.

Only a few major acupoints were still in recovery.

Only a soft sigh was heard.

”Hmm...”

Luo Chen’s tightly furrowed brows finally relaxed.

”The Divine Court is clear!”

With this, Qi and blood could circulate unobstructed.

Even though his Qi Power was empty, relying on a strong physique, and Source Blood hidden deep within his physical body, he now possessed a certain level of self-defense capability.

In Luo Chen’s estimation, as long as he doesn’t encounter the likes of beings in the Nascent Soul Realm from the Mountain Sea Realm, he won’t be in life-threatening danger.

If he disregards the severe damage to his physical body again, even against stronger beings, he would still have the strength to fight.

Across the fire pit, the woman stared blankly at Luo Chen’s distinct facial features. Upon seeing his relaxed brows, she couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief, then turned and went to sleep.

...

The next morning.

Two figures, taking advantage of the early dawn light, quickly descended the mountain.

They crossed The Great River between Qing Mountain and headed east.

Unlike the varied, rugged land on the mountain, all the land Luo Chen saw along the way was flat and vast.

Clearly, this land was much better than that on the mountain.

Yet, it wasn’t planted with rice or crops; instead, there were some green plants only as tall as an adult’s thigh.

”These are all lands of Qingshan Smoke Workshop, planted with Midi. When the Midi flowers bloom, fruits will form. Those fruits are the materials specifically used to make Mishan Smoke.”

Passing by a large field of Midi, Jing Lan explained.

Luo Chen nodded, looking around; his gaze couldn’t see the end.

Clearly, this Qingshan Smoke Workshop is quite powerful, able to occupy such a large piece of fertile land just for planting Midi.

It can be imagined how lucrative the interests from the Midi fruits made into Mishan Smoke would be.

According to Jing Lan, Midi is useful not only for its fruit; its bark, when specially treated, is also an extremely tough rope called Thousand Layers Rope. This time heading to the smoke workshop, she intends to collect a batch of bark to take home and tan the Thousand Layers Rope when she has nothing else to do.

Qingshan Town was reached quickly.

The first impression upon arrival surprised Luo Chen.

The town’s perimeter was mostly built with stone, forming low city walls, giving a sense of solidity and reliability, as if defending against something.

Instinctively, Luo Chen thought of those ’beasts’ Mr. Pu San mentioned that were brought by the Destruction Mist.

But although the walls of Qingshan Town were dim and ancient, they showed no bloodstains, clearly indicating they hadn’t been used to resist the beasts.

”You go to the smoke workshop by yourself; I’ll roam around,”

Jing Lan looked at Luo Chen earnestly, then nodded, ”Be careful; if someone asks, say you’re from Half Mountain Moon Village.”

Luo Chen replied that he understood, then strolled along the street.

...

Qingshan Town is large, with nearly a thousand households in the town.

Most have shops open to the outside, and this early morning, some people are already starting to place their goods.

Luo Chen walked and observed.

Though his expression showed no change, he felt somewhat disappointed.

”Just some ordinary stuff with no relation to cultivators.”

Holding onto residual hope, he continued progressing along the not too wide or narrow streets, eventually halting before a small building called Wanxiang Pavilion.

Looking up at the signboard, Luo Chen felt somewhat amazed.

This small place daringly took such an imposing name.

Luo Chen hesitated no longer and stepped inside.

As he entered, the bell at the door rang crisply.

Then, hurried footsteps could be heard.

”This customer...” A middle-aged, plump man with a crafty face emerged, but upon seeing Luo Chen’s simple linen garment, he immediately changed his tone: ”Do you have anything you want to sell?”

Luo Chen calmly said: ”Just browsing.”

The middle-aged man frowned slightly, ”Well, suit yourself.”

Luo Chen didn’t mind and browsed the shelves inside with wide eyes.

As Jing Lan previously mentioned, indeed there are people in Qingshan Town who specifically collect things, those strange objects brought by the heaven-sweeping winds.

This is probably why the shopkeeper just now directly asked Luo Chen what he wanted to sell.

For those dressed as poorly as him, they can’t afford anything and mostly come here to sell found items.

Luo Chen was equally curious about what Wanxiang Pavilion sold.

”Knife, sword, ruler... rice, beast skin... is this Spirit Stone?”

Luo Chen’s gaze lingered on a diamond-shaped crystal stone, but unfortunately, the crystal was just an empty shell, with no spirit qi inside.

Yet, even as just a Spirit Stone shell, it invigorated him.

Having such things here means that the Great Destruction Realm must have items related to immortal cultivators.

Luo Chen’s gaze continued to move and suddenly, his expression slightly changed.

”Shopkeeper, where is this item from?”

A green lamp was lifted in his hand, even bizarrely igniting a faint flame.