Chapter 1: Frosty Mist Town

  When yang prevails, heavy cold fog sets in.

  This place has always been the most bustling area in the Yang realm, with a peaceful scene unfolding on the main street, where all sorts of colorful lights are flashing, and vendors' calls are rising and falling.

  "Wonderful five-star cave, with a spiritual spring and an area of 500 square meters. The price is only 2.5 million for the crystal stone, a great bargain! Don't miss this opportunity, it won't come again!"

  "This store sells all kinds of high-grade spiritual medicine, a thousand-year-old shop, quality guaranteed! Please buy with confidence!"

  "This store sells various spiritual beasts, easy to raise, please buy with confidence!"

  At the corner of the street, a magnificent building rose from the ground, with a five-colored eaves on its side, hanging a clear bronze bell. The sound of the bell was light and gentle, spreading out a calm and peaceful sound, making people feel an indescribable comfort when they heard it.

  "Thousand-year-old shop, all dishes are made with second-grade spiritual grains, and there are also fourth-grade spiritual beasts for you to enjoy. All the dishes in our store are personally cooked by the fifth-grade spiritual chef, absolutely super value! Absolutely super value!"

  The sound is vast and resonant, although it's just a repetition, but because of the use of "Clear Sound Incantation", it sounds extremely pleasant to the ear, and one can listen to it for a long time without getting tired.

  On the first floor, by the window, a man with a menacing look and a goatee sat alone, his table filled with empty plates and dishes, yet he was completely oblivious to the gaze of others, eating and drinking with abandon.

  After a long time, all the plates in front of him were cleaned up spotlessly, and only then did he raise his head with satisfaction.

  "Hmm..."

  A clear and loud belch burst forth from his mouth. Obviously, this meal had been extremely satisfying to him. After sitting for a while longer, he finally got up slowly.

  The little waiter saw him get up and was about to shout out for him to come over and pay the bill, but at this moment a strange scene occurred.

  The big man slowly took off his clothes one by one, until he was left with only his shorts. This scene suddenly made the whole store quiet, and all eyes were on him.

  And this big fellow, after packing up the clothes he had taken off, still walked slowly to the door of the shop and slowly plucked off the whiskers on his face.

  Everyone was stunned, this beard, turned out to be fake, and after he took off his clothes, that thin figure, how could it be called a great Han, obviously just a 15 or 16 year old, underdeveloped little brat.

  Xiao Er's face had already turned a deep purple color, clearly, he had recognized the person in front of him.

  That little kid walked to the door of the store, lifted his butt up by himself, patted it twice and said: "Waiter, pay the bill."

  The little second at this time, had already taken a step forward with an arrow, and kicked the little kid's butt accurately, kicking him flying out.

  Then, two burly men came over and surrounded the child. The three of them beat him up, punching and kicking non-stop, while cursing at the same time.

  "How dare you come again, I'll beat you to death, you freeloader."

  The onlookers initially found it amusing, but later saw that the child was covered in blood and almost fainted, yet still tightly clutching his clothes. This scene even made the onlookers feel a little uneasy.

  "Never mind, let's not make a big deal out of this and risk someone getting hurt."

  At this time, two people flew out of the crowd. The first one was about forty years old, with a face as white as jade, wearing a simple long shirt, but he looked extraordinary. And the person behind him held a long sword, also looking heroic and extraordinary.

  The little boy saw the two men appear, and also saw the child's appearance, so he stopped his hand, but he still had an unsatisfied expression, and kicked the child's buttocks twice, before walking away, muttering to himself.

  "Today, Nagano's old ancestor pleaded for you, so I spared your life. Next time, if you dare to come and eat for free again, I'll skin you alive, stir-fry you, and stew you."

  "Ruo Guang, you help this child up."

  The old man from Nagano nodded slightly towards Xiao Er and then instructed the person beside him to help the child up.

  Ruo Guang's expression was one of disdain, and he didn't even want to help the child up. He simply used his foot to lightly kick him twice, saying:

  "Those who hit you have left, hurry up and get up."

  The little boy heard this and his body slowly began to move, after which he struggled extremely hard to turn over, sat up, with bloodstains on his mouth, staring at Nagano Ojii-san and Wakaba, grinning from ear to ear.

  "I didn't ask you to save me, so don't think about asking me for anything either."

  This sentence made Ruo Guang's anger surge, and he took a step forward, shouting:

  "You stinky brat, if it weren't for the old ancestor's kindness, you'd be a dead man by now. You don't even say thank you, and yet you're making wild guesses. What do you have that's worth others remembering?"

  He was about to continue, but was stopped by Nagano's old ancestor. Nagano's old ancestor looked at the child and took out a two-product crystal from his sleeve, handing it over and saying,

  "Take these two pieces of crystal and go buy some medicine to apply to your injuries. From now on, don't be reckless again. Shuiyunzhai is not a place you should come to."

  After saying that, he didn't care whether the child was hurt or not. The crystal stone fell to the ground beside the child, and he walked forward with Ruo Guang, leaving only two backs for the child.

  "Did Laozi say wrong? This Shuiyun Zhai, I think it's not dead if I come?" The child looked at the back of Zhangye Laozu and said loudly again. Later, his eyes turned to the two-product crystal stone on the ground, wanting to pick it up, but found that a pair of hands were faster than him, and had already taken it away.

  He took a closer look and found it was the second child of Shuiyun Pavilion. The second child picked up the two-product crystal stone, then kicked him to the ground with one foot, scolding and saying...

  "Dead goods, still want crystal stones? Get out of here and go home."

  But after the child was kicked, he seemed to have been injected with chicken blood, and suddenly rolled on the ground, wailing loudly.

  "In broad daylight, someone actually dares to snatch my crystal! This is outrageous!!!"

  He yelled for half a day, but still no one paid attention to him.

  There were people around who whispered

  "That old ancestor of Nagano is indeed a Golden Elixir cultivator, just look at his demeanor and it's extraordinary, and he has such kindness, truly his cultivation is profound."

  "Who is this kid? He's actually eating at the Water Cloud Pavilion, he really doesn't want to live. You know, a meal here costs at least ten second-grade crystal stones."

  "Don't you know him? This kid's name is Zhang Chong, and he's not here for the first time. Just me seeing him here, it's already the second time. Alas, I wanted to go in and eat once, but unfortunately, my bones aren't that cheap, can't withstand a beating."

  Zhang Chong heard someone discussing him on the side, so he opened his mouth and smiled at those people.

  "This is the fifth time I've eaten at Shuizhuyuan, so be envious and jealous!"

  After saying this, he stood up shakily and swung the bundle of clothes behind him, then walked forward.

  "I walk with a swagger, taking big strides forward~~" Zhang Chong walked forward humming a tune, the path he took was stained with blood and shocking to behold.

  Zhang Chong's home was in a desolate area outside Lengwu Town, a dilapidated thatched hut. If it weren't for the fact that the wind blew through from all four sides, it could still be called a house.

  It took Zhang Chong a full four hours to finish the journey, which normally would have taken only half an hour. When he arrived at the thatched cottage, he pushed open the door and said,

  "I'm back~~~"

  However, the room was empty and Zhang seemed to have just casually said that sentence. He rushed to the bed, took a big stride, and fell onto the bed like a dead pig, fast asleep.

  In his dream, he suddenly saw the figure of a white-robed fairy, with a beautiful face but an expression of sorrow, looking at him in the midst of colorful clouds.

  His eyes gave him a dizzy feeling, but only for a moment. The colorful light dazzled his eyes, a scorching pain, and the white-robed fairy was flying farther and farther away, until finally, only a faint white light spot remained.

  At this moment, the colorful glow suddenly disappeared without a trace, and the surroundings fell into a dead silence of darkness. The darkness gave him a feeling of complete powerlessness.

  In the boundless darkness, that white light spot was getting closer and closer to him again, and he could see it more and more clearly.

  It was a drop of tears, crystal clear and soft as jade, warm and gentle, slowly dripping down, as if it had dripped into his heart.

  But in his heart, while savoring this coolness, there was a kind of inexplicable heartache.

  "Hmm, hmm~~~~"

  Zhang Chong suddenly sat up, panting heavily. This dream was extremely familiar to him, yet each time it left him drenched in sweat.

  He took a deep breath and looked down at his body, only to find that the wounds he had sustained before falling asleep had all disappeared. Every place was intact, as if nothing had happened.

  Zhang Chong was calm and collected about all this, apparently he had already gotten used to it. It wasn't until after he discovered that no matter how badly injured he got, he would always recover on his own that he dared to go to the Shuiyun Chamber to eat plain food. The only bad side effect was that every time he got hurt, he would have the same nightmare.

  Zhang looked out at the sky outside the house, and the thatched hut with windows in it showed its advantages at this time, which was that you could see the situation outside the house directly. At this moment, it was already sunset, approaching dusk.

  "Let's go hunting while I'm still in good physical condition." Zhang Chong said this and quickly flipped over, jumping down from the bed.

  Every time he recovered, Zhang Chong felt that his physical strength was in the best state, which also made him decide to make good use of it.