Chapter 41 - 40: Boss, give me the fatty one! _1

"A hundred years may be a lifetime for mortals, but for cultivators, it can be but a mere moment."

"A period of two or three years can slip by within the blink of an eye for the Young Master."

"So, the Young Master’s intervals between his visits to the mortal world will only get longer."

"It could be five years, ten years, decades, or even a century..."

"Regardless of when, we might not be around when it happens."

"So, this might be the last time we will see our Young Master."

"Ah."

After saying this, Old Liu picked up a bottle of wine from the stove and gulped it down.

"So, that’s how it is."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Liu understood immediately.

Truthfully, she had long suspected that the Young Master was no ordinary person.

His demeanour was simply too ethereal.

The Young Master was not just an immortal, but a highly revered one from the mountain.

None of the ordinary disciples of the Tianshui Sect that descended from the mountain had the Young Master’s ethereal quality.

"Husband, since you’ve decided, I’ll mention it to Little Cui’er later. That girl will be so excited," Mrs. Liu said.

Old Liu added:

"Thanks to the Young Master, we’ve enjoyed a good life for the past ten years."

"That is already a huge blessing."

"What we can do now for the Young Master is simply this."

After discussing a while longer, the couple began their work.

Their shop was teeming with customers, needing their undivided attention.

However, they didn’t know that Chen Chang’an’s reduced visits in recent years were simply due to his laziness to move.

If it wasn’t for the need to bring new wine and food to the old man’s tomb annually, he wouldn’t even bother stepping out of the scripture repository’s door.

As for meals, they were just secondary.

Just as was the case this time when he visited the shop because it was on his way.

"Cui’er, I’m leaving. Here’s the money for the meal. Use it to buy yourself some rock candy,"

On the other hand, Chen Chang’an, unaware of Old Liu’s plans, left after he had eaten his fill, leaving five copper coins for Little Cui’er.

"Hey, Young Master, Young Master?"

Old Liu and his wife only realized that Chen Chang’an had left after he had walked out of their shop.

They raced out after him.

But in the crowded street, they could no longer see Chen Chang’an.

"Little Cui’er, you... ah, you silly girl."

"Why didn’t you tell us when the Young Master left, you careless girl..."

...

In the meantime, Chen Chang’an wasn’t gone yet. After tasting a delicacy from Old Liu’s, he headed to the market in Tianshui City.

He wasn’t really planning to come, but as he was descending the mountain for the first time in ages (he used to tear through space to leave directly from the mountain, and return the same way. As for the base of the mountain? What was that? Did he need to pass that?), he felt it would be a waste not to buy something.

"Shopkeeper, do you sell ’Immortal Swans’?"

Soon, Chen Chang’an arrived at Spirit Beast Pavilion and asked the shopkeeper.

The owner of this place was a Second Realm Dao Cultivator.

While someone of the Second Realm status may not seem much to Chen Chang’an, in Tianshui City, it was considered quite prominent.

"Ah, sir, please come in."

As soon as the owner of the Spirit Beast Pavilion saw the potential sale, he warmly welcomed Chen Chang’an inside with a bright smile.

"Hmm," Chen Chang’an nodded and walked in.

"Sir, you came at the perfect time."

"We just received a new batch of with high-quality Immortal Swans."

"I’m just curious whether you prefer handsome swans or graceful swans?"

With that said, the owner guided Chen Chang’an to a cage filled with more than a dozen vibrant, multicolored large geese.

Each goose was incredibly peculiar, with colorful and shiny feathers, resembling celestial birds.

Indeed, the ’Immortal Swan’ held a high status in the world of cultivation.

Because of their striking and graceful features, they were often favored by female cultivators and those males with gracious demeanor.

High-ranking cultivators often kept one or two on their peaks to showcase their taste and refinement.

Of course, Dao Sect too used to keep these creatures, albeit with less than ideal results.

"Sir, please take your pick."

"Rest assured, these ’Immortal Swans’ were raised by our specialized staff,"

"Each one has a beautiful and uniform shape, absolutely without any excess flesh. I guarantee that after purchasing, they will greatly boost your status within your peer group."

"Shopkeeper, do you have any fatter ones? Give me two," Chen Chang’an said.

What?

What?

The shopkeeper was astounded by what Chen Chang’an said.

If it wasn’t for the Dao Source Stone, filled with vibrant Dao source energy, that Chen Chang’an pulled out, the shopkeeper would’ve thought he was here to cause trouble!

’Immortal Swans’ can certainly be eaten, but how extravagant must one be to eat them?!

Even the cheapest one would cost two Source Stones!

What does two Source Stones mean?

They are equivalent to a copy of ’Song Emperor Miscellaneous Talks’!

Or even half a year’s salary of a gifted cultivator like Mao Ruxue working diligently in the Hall of Reincarnation!

Money talks, everywhere!

And so ultimately, Chen Chang’an left with two chubby ’Immortal Swans’!

After leaving the Spirit Beast Pavilion, Chen Chang’an stopped by several more markets to buy an assortment of items, then headed back up the mountain with a bag full of acquisitions.

Carrying a small bag of items was light work for Chen Chang’an, an eternally-realm cultivator.

He wasn’t like Mao Ruxue, who almost lost her life climbing up a mountain.

In no time, Chen Chang’an made it halfway up the mountain.

On reaching there, he didn’t head directly to the main hall of the Sect; instead, sticking to his tradition, he went to his master, Yang Han’s grave.

Upon his arrival, he took out the newly bought wine and placed it there.

At the tomb, a jug of freshly brewed wine was already present, with various offerings scattered on the grass in front of it.

It’s pretty obvious who did this.

Chen Chang’an didn’t mind, and as usual, found a spot to sit by the tomb.

He then opened the wine jug previously left at the tomb and took a sip.

He found it to be pretty good, and it even seemed two levels higher than the wine he had bought.

The wine he offered was ordinary, but the girl had actually offered Spiritual Wine?

Sigh, he needs to have a word with the girl.

Ordinary wine for the offerings is sufficient, save the Spiritual Wine for yourself, isn’t it better?

The girl does not understand the value of frugality at all.

Shaking his head, Chen Chang’an stood up and headed towards the main hall of the mountain gate.

After all these years, this was his first time stepping foot in the main hall of the Sect.

He actually didn’t want to go, but picturing Mao Ruxue, he decided to take a detour to check on her.

After all, she still was his cheap apprentice sister, right?

"The water of the Yellow River comes from heaven, and one gleaming sword divides all beneath heaven!"

Just as he entered the Dao Sect’s main hall, he heard a bold yell from the building.

Upon inspection, he found that it was Mao Ruxue practising her swordsmanship.

Her movements were as elegant as a startled swan, the blade following her like a shadow.