Chapter 68: An Untamable Dog...

Chapter 68: Chapter 68: An Untamable Dog...

Back in his room.

Dong Xing hesitated for a moment, then turned and left, strolling unhurriedly toward Li Changsheng’s small courtyard with his hands behind his back.

Spirit Field Hall, the square.

SCREEE...

A cry that pierced like metal striking stone rang out from the heavens.

The next moment, a giant eagle descended from the sky. The beat of its wings stirred up a gale as it slowly landed in the square.

The giant eagle’s pale gold eyes scanned its surroundings, its body radiating an oppressive aura.

"So strong. What a magnificent eagle."

The few passing Cultivators stopped in their tracks to watch, praising it silently in their hearts.

But after feeling the aura it exuded, their expressions changed. They glanced at the person on the eagle’s back and hurried away.

A demon comparable to the Vein Condensation Realm!

Never mind who the Cultivator capable of taming this Eagle Demon was—they couldn’t afford to provoke the demon itself.

Why stick around? What if its master found you to be an eyesore?

Getting caught up in some senseless disaster for no reason—how unjust would that be?

In just a few breaths, only the giant eagle and three men remained in the square.

The one in the lead was a refined and gentle-looking young man. He was stroking the giant eagle, his lips moving, but no sound could be heard.

It was unclear what he said.

The giant eagle suddenly beat its wings, kicking up a fierce wind, and shot into the clouds like an arrow.

In the blink of an eye, it became a black dot and vanished over the horizon.

The young man watched the eagle fly away, then turned to glance at the two men behind him and said softly, "Stewards, let’s go inside."

"Yes, Young Master Lan."

Behind him followed a portly, red-faced man dressed in the robes of a wealthy merchant, and a burly, dark-skinned man in a Profound Black Brocade Robe.

If Li Changsheng had been there, he would have recognized these two men.

They were Jin Fang of the Beast Soul lineage and Tan Hu of the Blood Fusion lineage.

For some unknown reason, both had become Stewards of the Miscellaneous Peak.

Led by the young man with the surname Lan, the three of them walked slowly into the Spirit Field Hall.

Jin Fang and Tan Hu occasionally glanced at each other, their eyes filled with unconcealed killing intent.

At the same time, however, they remained a step behind the young man, not daring to overstep their bounds.

Soon.

Under the young man’s lead, the group passed through the front hall and headed toward the back hall.

At that moment, five Cultivators with varying expressions were seated in the back hall.

At the head of the room sat a woman in green robes. She had streaks of white in her hair, and while her features were plain, she possessed a cold and aloof temperament.

Below her, two Cultivators were seated on each side.

Among them were Steward Ye, who had gifted Li Changsheng the Rune Hoe, and Steward Ma, who had dealt with the Black Blood Moth infestation.

There was also a bald Steward with a belly as large as if he were ten months pregnant, who always wore a faint smile.

The last one was a Steward dressed entirely in tight-fitting black clothes, his expression indifferent.

As the sound of footsteps approached, the four Stewards simultaneously looked toward the woman at the head of the room.

The woman’s expression remained unchanged as the two brilliant gold spheres she was rolling in her hand slowly turned, emitting a soft creaking sound.

Seeing this, the four Stewards retracted their gazes and lowered their heads slightly, their thoughts unreadable.

A moment later, the young man surnamed Lan entered the hall with Jin Fang and Tan Hu.

All five people in the room looked over at once.

Lan Cai Shen bowed slightly to the woman at the head of the room and said respectfully, "Cai Shen greets Martial Uncle Feng."

"Greetings, Lord Steward."

Jin Fang and Tan Hu glanced at the woman at the head of the room, a flicker of fear in their eyes, and bowed formally.

However, the woman at the head of the room remained expressionless and ignored them, the only change being that the golden spheres in her hand began to spin faster.

In the quiet hall, the only sound was the creaking friction of the spheres.

「A Cup of Tea’s Time passed.」

Lan Cai Shen’s expression remained respectful, not wavering in the slightest.

Jin Fang and Tan Hu’s faces had turned slightly grim, and fine beads of sweat dotted their foreheads.

The four seated Stewards were also growing restless, their gazes darting between Steward Feng and the young man surnamed Lan.

Another cup of tea’s time went by.

Finally, someone spoke, breaking the strange atmosphere.

Steward Ma shot up from his seat, cupped his fists toward the young man, and declared, "Ma Rong greets Steward Lan."

Hearing this, Jin Fang glanced over, his expression flickering for an instant.

A flash of delight crossed Lan Cai Shen’s downcast eyes. He looked up, stepped forward to help Steward Ma to his feet, and said with a smile, "Steward Ma, there’s no need for such formalities."

A smile appeared on Steward Ma’s stiff face as he said politely, "Thank you, Lord Steward."

After the two exchanged pleasantries, Lan Cai Shen’s gaze shifted to the other Stewards.

The Steward in the tight-fitting black clothes hesitated for a moment before standing, bowing, and cupping his fists. "Ke Jing greets you, Lord Steward."

A pleased look appeared on Lan Cai Shen’s face as he stepped forward to help him up.

’Truly a dog that can’t be tamed...’

Just then, Steward Feng at the head of the room raised an eyebrow. The golden spheres in her hand stopped spinning. She stood up, took a few steps, and vanished from the hall. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ

"Take care, Martial Uncle Feng."

Lan Cai Shen called out with a chuckle, cupping his fists.

Steward Ye and the Big Belly Steward exchanged a look, stood up, gave a cursory fist-and-palm salute to the young man surnamed Lan, and exited the hall.

Ma Rong’s expression didn’t change, his face still bearing its characteristic stiff smile.

A flash of anger appeared in Ke Jing’s eyes, and the veins on his hands bulged.

Lan Cai Shen shot him a glance and shook his head slightly. He walked over and sat in the other seat at the head of the room, then waved his hand at the four men below. "No need for formalities, everyone," he said with a smile. "Please, sit and talk."

"Thank you, Young Master." "Thank you, Steward."

The men took their seats on either side, their eyes on Lan Cai Shen, but they were also sizing each other up.

Lan Cai Shen looked at the four of them and, after a moment of thought, said, "All regular affairs within the Spirit Field Hall will proceed as usual."

"As for the Spirit Fields..."

"Steward Ma will be in charge of the D Zone Spirit Fields, and Steward Ke will manage the B Zone Spirit Fields."

"Steward Jin will be in charge of A Zone, and Steward Tan will manage C Zone."

"Yes, Young Master." "Yes, Lord Steward."

The men quickly rose to their feet and respectfully accepted.

Lan Cai Shen waved his hand and smiled. "I said, no need for formalities. Sit and talk."

"Yes."

Hearing this, they sat back down and looked at him.

Lan Cai Shen said softly, "I’m sure you all know that the exploration disciples have discovered a new Spiritual Land."

The men nodded.

Lan Cai Shen hesitated for a moment before saying, "I won’t hide it from you. The Spiritual Qi content in the new Spiritual Land is high. Very high..."

"The areas at the edge of its core are all High-grade Spirit Fields."

The men’s eyes narrowed slightly, their expressions turning solemn.

Jin Fang asked in shock, "Then what about the Spirit Fields in the core?" After a pause, he added, "And what about the Spirit Plants that were originally growing in the Spiritual Land...?"

"The Spiritual Qi in the core of the Spiritual Land is rich enough to be considered Tier Two High Grade."

Lan Cai Shen only spoke of the Spirit Field’s quality, not mentioning the Spirit Plants that grew there naturally.

He gave the four men a deep look and said faintly, "You should all understand the value of this Spirit Field!"

The men exchanged glances, their expressions filled with excitement. How could they not understand!

A Tier Two Spirit Field meant it could be used to cultivate Tier Two Spirit Medicine. For Vein Condensation Realm Cultivators like them, the value was immense.

Tier Two Spirit Medicine could be refined into Spirit Pills, which could aid their cultivation.

Previously, the Miscellaneous Peak had no Tier Two Spirit Fields, so they had to rely on airships to transport pills from the Cyan Yang Sect. Not only was this expensive, but there were often not enough to go around for all the Vein Condensation Realm Cultivators.

Now that the Miscellaneous Peak had its own Tier Two Spirit Fields, it was obvious that pills would become much more plentiful in the future.

By the time they snapped out of their excitement, Lan Cai Shen was shaking his head. "The Spiritual Land is teeming with demonic beasts. It will take at least three to five years to clear them all out."

"Besides, a Tier Two Spirit Field can’t be tended by just any Cultivator. Only a Spirit Plant Master can do it."

"And as for Spirit Plant Masters..."