Chapter Nineteenth: The Man in Purple Robes

  The first update is here, but due to something in the afternoon, the second update will be posted at night!

  ——————

  Yang Chen smiled wryly and rubbed his stomach, then pulled out the Biegu Dan from his bosom.

  At noon, when I took over the bergamot from the young man's hand, I didn't take a closer look. Now that I've taken a closer look, I found that this bergamot is as big as a fingernail, gray in color, with a faint fragrance. When you smell it, you will feel refreshed and invigorated.

  Bai Gu Dan is a relatively low-grade elixir, the refining method is very simple, in the eyes of cultivators it's an elixir that can be had or not, after all, once one's cultivation reaches the foundation-building stage, they no longer need to consume anything, their own absorption of heaven and earth spiritual energy is enough to support all their consumption.

  However, for ordinary disciples who have obtained this Bu Gu Dan, they will definitely treat it as a treasure and will not eat it until the critical moment, after all, they are still just ordinary people who need to eat.

  But Yang Chen was different, he had that magical painting, and normally he didn't have to worry about filling his belly, so this Bu Gu Dan in his hands didn't seem so precious.

  Yang Chen took a glance and directly put it into his mouth, swallowing it down without any hesitation, as if he was eating not the Bitter Valley Pill but an ordinary medicinal pill.

  As soon as the Beigudan entered his stomach, Yang Chen felt a surge of heat in his abdomen, and in an instant, the feeling of hunger that had been there was swept away.

  A comfortable moan escaped from his mouth involuntarily.

  Yang Chen slowly closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair, meditating.

  Half a moment later, Yang Chen slowly opened his eyes, stretched and smiled slightly, muttering to himself: "Eating well and sleeping is really comfortable!"

  Yang Chen immediately picked up a rag from beside him and continued wiping down the tables and chairs.

  Time passed slowly in Yang Chen's busy work, now the sky outside had gradually darkened, at this time Yang Chen had already wiped clean all the tables, chairs, benches and decorations on the first floor.

  Yang Chen looked around at the spotless tables, chairs and benches, smiled slightly, and muttered to himself: "At this rate, I should be able to finish cleaning everything in less than 15 days!"

  After finishing speaking, Yang Chen picked up the rag and walked directly upstairs.

  The second floor of the attic has a large hall, with 4 eight-immortal tables in the hall, and 8 chairs are placed beside each table. Around the hall are some rooms, totaling 16 rooms.

  Yang looked around and decided to start by sweeping the room first. After finishing sweeping the room, she would then sweep the living room.

  He walked into the room closest to him and pushed open the door, walking inside.

  The room is not very large, with two eight-trigram beds placed inside, a table and two chairs in the middle, windows facing the door, and on both sides of the door, two pots of rare flowers are placed, emitting waves of fragrance, making people feel calm and peaceful.

  Yang Chen took a glance and then walked directly towards the window, casually opening it with a wave of his hand.

  A gentle breeze came from outside and blew onto Yang Chen's face.

  He narrowed his eyes and gazed up at the twinkling stars in the sky with a thoughtful expression.

  "Dad, mom, are you doing well now? Er Dan has been away from home for a while and no one can take care of you!" Yang Chen sighed: "When can I go back home to see you?"

  It has been four months since he arrived at the Tian Dao Gate, which is the longest time he has ever left home since birth. At this moment, looking at the starry night sky, he thought of his parents.

  "Ah~"

  He let out a deep breath again, and suddenly remembered the words of the old man about the Gathering Spirit Pill. His eyes showed a determined look, and he said: "This Gathering Spirit Pill, I must get it! I will definitely obtain this Gathering Spirit Pill, and then rely on it to refine my spiritual energy and become an inner disciple. Only in this way can I let my parents live a good life, and only in this way can I avenge my father and go find Liu Feng to settle the score!"

  Thinking of this, Yang Chen took a deep breath, his right hand tightly grasping the mop, and turned to start sweeping.

  He knew that if he wanted to get the Gathering Spirit Pill, he had to do a good job with the cleaning work in front of him. Only then would he have the opportunity to obtain the Gathering Spirit Pill.

  Yang Chen didn't stop bustling about until late at night. He finally stopped, wiped the sweat from his forehead and took two deep breaths.

  He immediately put down his tools and walked over to the window, gazing out at the sky outside.

  At this time, the sky was already deep in the night, looking at the twinkling stars in the sky, with a thousand thoughts in mind.

  Suddenly, Yang Chen saw a figure standing on the rooftop of the pavilion next to him, looking up at the sky.

  Just as Yang Chen looked at him, the figure slowly turned around and also looked towards Yang Chen.

  They stared at each other for a moment, but due to the darkness, Yang Chen only knew that the person was looking at him and couldn't see his face clearly.

  At this moment, he suddenly floated up in mid-air and drifted towards Yang Chen.

  Yang Chen's expression changed in shock, he had been at this Heavenly Dao Gate for some time and had seen many people flying, but all the ones he saw were flying with the aid of swords. However, the person flying towards him now didn't seem to be using anything, just floating in mid-air, slowly drifting towards him.

  Yang Chen subconsciously took a step back, his eyes fixed intently on the person floating towards him.

  As he got closer, the man's face also appeared in Yang Chen's line of sight.

  This man is a middle-aged man, around 40 years old, in the prime of his life. He wears a purple Taoist robe and purple gold boots on his feet. His black long hair flows naturally behind him, giving people a sense of being a high-ranking Taoist.

  The middle-aged man did not stay outside but flew in directly through the window and stood in front of Yang Chen, smiling at him with a smile on his face.

  Yang Chen took a step back with a vigilant expression and asked in confusion: "Senior, are you from the Tian Dao Gate?"

  This person wore a purple long gown, in this Tian Dao Gate, Yang Chen had never heard of anyone wearing a purple long gown before. At this moment, his heart was filled with doubts, doubting whether the person in front of him was really from Tian Dao Gate or not. If he wasn't, then how could he be inside the inner gate of Tian Dao Gate?

  The middle-aged man laughed out loud, but didn't answer Yang Chen's question, as if Yang Chen didn't exist at all. He turned around and looked through the window at the twinkling stars in the sky.

  Yang Chen furrowed his brow, and his heart suddenly had some misgivings. He hesitated for a moment before continuing to ask, "Senior, are you from the Tian Dao Sect?"

  ;