Inheriting A Divine Cultivation Clan At The Start, All My Juniors Are Empresses

Chapter 1266: Chapter 348: Cai He and the Past_4

This should all be pretty flustered, and more or less tinged with some disgust.

For Cai He to manage to do this much is already quite impressive.

Yuchi went on to ask, ”So what are your plans next?”

Cai He: ”I’ve already taken care of Qingyi’s matter. Now I’m going back to the Sixth State.”

”Even if I’ve gotten pretty fluent with the speech of the Third State, in the end I’m still someone from the Sixth State. Now that the Sixth State is burning with war like this, I know there’s only so much I can do, but if I can go back, I should go back. See if I can at least hold down some of the Cultivators’ cruelty.”

”Cultivators to the common people are like insects to a great tree. When the tree is growing normally, the insects aren’t quite enough to kill it. But once the tree starts to decline, the insects will definitely claw for the last nutrients of the tree, speeding up its death.”

”I’ve made you laugh at me for that.”

She said insects and a tree mainly because Cai He is comparatively humble, making the Cultivators sound weak. But in most Cultivators’ eyes, this isn’t a story of insects and a tree, it’s a story of farmers and a sheepfold.

The commoners are sheep, one after another, and the Cultivators are farmers, one after another.

Normally, the flock can provide the farmers with nourishment and money, but once the sheep start fighting among themselves, the farmers act differently. They’ll fight to seize their own sheep—mutton, sheepskin, sheep offal and so on all have to be grabbed. That savage blood that was once suppressed by money is now clamoring again because of money.

”All right.” Yuchi smiled, looking at the little red mark between Cai He’s brows. ”Be careful on your way back. I’ve got things here I can’t get away from, or else with a beauty like you this lonely, I’d definitely want to come melt that loneliness and fill it up.”

Cai He nodded. ”Thank you for your concern, Senior. Cai He is deeply grateful.”

”Mm.” Yuchi continued, ”So then, little sister Cai He, have you ever heard of the Withered Tomb Bones?”

Yuchi was planning to ask whether Cai He had any news about the Withered Tomb Bones. No guarantee she knew anything—it was just worth asking.

”Bones in the valley?” Cai He shook her head in confusion. ”I’m sorry, Senior. Cai He doesn’t know of such a thing.”

Sun Miaoxing: ”Ahem.”

Yuchi ignored Sun Miaoxing’s cough. ”It’s fine. Not many people know about that sort of thing anyway. So, same as always—be careful out there, all right? Once this god settles the matters in my hands, I’ll come find you to have some fun.”

Cai He just smiled and nodded. ”Okay!”

Sun Miaoxing: ”Ahem.”

Yuchi once again ignored Sun Miaoxing’s coughing, the veins throbbing on his forehead. ”So are you leaving right now? Little sister Cai He, why not stay and have a meal? My treat.”

Cai He, grateful: ”No need, Cai He will leave now. Then I’ll entrust Qingyi to you!”

Sun Miaoxing: ”Ahem, ahem, ahem!”

”If you’re going to die, go die off to the side, old thief Sun. Can’t you see I’m in the middle of sweet-talking a future disciple!” Yuchi cursed, shooting the old fellow a look.

While the old fellow glared, he turned to Cai He with a gentle gaze. ”Take care on the road. I believe we’ll meet again. When that time comes, I hope you’re still you, and I’m still me.”

Cai He: ”Yes, Senior!”

Then Yuchi watched as Cai He slowly walked off alone. Of course, that Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator had no intention of saying goodbye to Lu Qingyin; while Lu Qingyin was talking with Yin Shuang, she vanished from Medicine Master Valley.

And Yuchi just sighed. Fighting for her homeland? Hah. A Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator can still do something like that?

He then turned to look at the full-of-resentment face of Sun Miaoxing. ”What’s up, old thief Sun? You kept coughing and coughing just now, what was that for? Are you about to die? I was about to spin Cai He into my sect, and you just barged in and wrecked it. Compensation. You’ve got to pay damages!”

Sun Miaoxing: ”...”

Damn! What a heartless mangy thief! Truly a mangy thief! Sun Miaoxing glared darkly at Yuchi. ”Does that certain someone not remember just now, when he mentioned the Withered Tomb Bones, that it was perfectly normal for Miss Cai He not to know? But a certain old senior standing right in front of you—he does know!”

”And that old senior wanted to speak up just now, but a certain mangy thief just stared straight at that young lady like that, exactly like a Werewolf.”

”Sigh! Sure enough, good intentions never get good returns, good intentions never get good returns!”

Yuchi: ”...”

Oh? Sun Miaoxing actually knows?

This was unexpected. Seeing that, a big grin spread over Yuchi’s old face. He proactively walked behind Sun Miaoxing and started pounding his back. ”Respected Senior of Medicine Field Thirteen, this junior was just playing a little joke with you earlier!”

”How could this junior harbor any improper thoughts toward Miss Cai He? This junior only had the purely noble intention of taking a disciple.”

”Senior of Medicine Field Thirteen, respected by the masses, you’re magnanimous and won’t hold a petty grudge. Just treat whatever this junior said earlier as so much fart-talk and don’t take it to heart!”

”Ahahaha.”

”Ahahaha...”

”Pi-pa-pa, pi-pa-pa, pi-pa-pa...”

Yuchi brought out the back-slapping skills from his past-life bathhouse days, drumming out a rhythm on Sun Miaoxing’s back, and Sun Miaoxing simply couldn’t bring himself to stay angry anymore.