Who Brought Him into the Cultivation World?-Chapter 389 - 331: Why Did You Bring the Plague God Back?

Chapter 389: Chapter 331: Why Did You Bring the Plague God Back?

"First of all, you volunteered to bring me here. I didn’t hit you."

When the three of them arrived at the waterfall, Han Yu glanced at Elder Tong, then repeated as a reminder.

You didn’t hit me, but your fist almost landed on my face.

Elder Tong thought to himself, his lips twitching.

At that time, the two of them had a small trial of strength atop Zhaodong City, where he fully embraced the spirit of mentoring his junior by using every means at his disposal without holding back, only to find that they were completely ineffective.

He even nearly lost a defensive magical treasure, the Great Tortoise Shell, as a result.

Truth be told, he was quite the talent. After all, it was the first time Han Yu had seen someone who valued their treasure over their life.

This guy, seeing his attacks were futile, hid inside a large tortoise shell like Ji Wushi did before. It only took a brief moment for Han Yu’s fire series divine techniques to burn it, and this guy, fearing for his treasure, rushed out.

Han Yu couldn’t seriously hurt him, so it ended up turning into a scuffle.

After a few rounds, the old man admitted defeat very swiftly.

Could he have done otherwise?

Ji Wushi, as a bystander, broke into a cold sweat. The Omen Star above his cheap martial uncle’s head was flickering non-stop, and if he could see it, then his martial uncle certainly could feel it too.

A bright Omen Star doesn’t necessarily mean death, but it definitely means misfortune.

As a seasoned individual in the Divination Path, Elder Tong opted to seek... safety and avoid misfortune right there and then.

Hence, rumors became reality, and both of them deeply felt how this freak could easily handle those in the Realm of Transcendence.

Thus, as the three of them headed east, the only shining point Elder Tong could find was his willingness to swiftly admit defeat and his straightforward approach to things.

As soon as they stepped into the mountain gate, a chaotic scene awaited them, with people and animals scurrying all around within the Celestial Secret Tower.

Elder Tong shook his head in sigh of this anticipated result.

As a sect that flourished from the Divination Path, the Celestial Secret Tower is indeed unique, and its disciples have an exceptionally sharp sense of Qi Fortune. Someone like Han Yu, whose bad luck knows no bounds, would scare anyone just by passing by, let alone stepping into the mountain gate.

"I told you before, you shouldn’t have come to the Celestial Secret Tower."

Is it really that serious?

Han Yu looked puzzled at the chaotic scene before him, with the disciples running around in panic. He hadn’t even done anything yet, and they were already this frantic. If it weren’t for Elder Tong not making any other moves along the way, he would really have suspected that they were putting on a show for him.

He had visited so many State Cities and even one of the Nine Sects, the Nanli Sword Studio, yet never encountered anything like this.

It really is serious.

Because the moment the three of them stepped into the mountain gate, both Ji Wushi and Elder Tong saw the entire Celestial Secret Tower submerged in a red sea.

Every cultivator they glimpsed had a bright Omen Star above their head, rushing around spreading the word.

Before long, a septuagenarian flew in their direction, wearing a blue cultivator’s robe with a yin-yang diagram on it. Despite his wrinkled skin and white hair, he still exuded an immortal aura.

However, his expression turned grave upon his arrival, especially after spotting Elder Tong, which made his face turn a darker shade of green.

"Tong Haohao, this is your doing!"

He could naturally see the dark cloud overshadowing Han Yu’s head, and even after half a lifetime cultivating the Divination Path, he couldn’t help but feel shaken at this moment.

My ancestor, look at what I’ve seen—a Plague God, and such a massive one at that.

And it’s your unworthy disciple who brought him back.

Seeing the disciples of Celestial Secret Tower scared out of their wits, his anger flared up even more.

"Do you think it’s still as comfortable in Zhaodong City and you can bring anyone into the Celestial Secret Tower?"

Elder Tong smirked, seemingly unafraid, and replied sarcastically, "Su Xingxing, cut the act, which eye of yours saw that I brought him?"

The Tower Master of Celestial Secret Tower widened his eyes, his white beard standing on end from anger.

"Both of my eyes saw it."

Upon hearing this, Elder Tong stepped back two steps, retreating to stand in front of Han Yu, smirking, "See, I’m being held hostage."

As soon as these words were spoken, both the Tower Master and Han Yu’s faces darkened.

Shameless!

Both of them cursed in their hearts simultaneously.

Han Yu’s solid impression of the mysterious, rigid nature of the Celestial Secret Tower was shattered today, almost beyond repair.

This sect is truly hard to describe.

A bunch of disciples set up stalls in Zhaodong City, widely welcoming and openly ripping off self-important junior cultivators.

The sect’s elders have no filter, and can even engage in verbal spats with the Sect Leader.

Where’s the mystery in that?

The Tower Master seemed to take notice of Ji Wushi, who was watching the drama, and after pondering for a moment, remembered who he was.

"And you, weren’t you already out of the Tower? Once out of the Celestial Secret Tower, you’re not allowed to come back."

Ji Wushi didn’t dare to be as casual with this person as he was with Elder Tong and quickly paid his respects, "Greetings to the Tower Master, I... I was also being held hostage."

One could only say that people from the same place are indeed alike. Elder Tong said he was held hostage, and Ji Wushi immediately followed up in sync.

As if it were a joke, there’s no way he would bear the blame when his Martial Uncle isn’t willing to, especially since he was indeed the one being held hostage!

At this point, the Tower Master finally began to take a good look at the person in front, a slight hint of surprise appearing on his face.

No True Essence, no Spiritual Power?

Yet he clearly exuded a hard-to-define energy and spirit, which was downright peculiar.

Anything unusual must have a reason behind it; unlike Elder Tong, the Tower Master remained calm and spoke peacefully.

"It seems that of the three, you’re the only one who’s not held hostage. May I ask what business brings you to the Celestial Secret Tower, little friend?"

Han Yu quickly stepped forward, cupping his hands in a polite salute, "I am Han Yu, and I wish to conduct a transaction with the Celestial Secret Tower."

The Tower Master had initially intended to stroke his white beard to appear profound, but before he could finish listening, he ended up pulling several strands out instead.

"Are you that Han Yu of the Ruined Pill God?"

Han Yu’s mouth twisted with a twitch, correcting, "It’s Han Yu, the Wandering Opportunity."

"Indeed, the Ruined Pill God!"

The Tower Master’s expression changed ever so slightly with emotion; rumors about this fellow were currently all the rage in the Cultivator Realm. Various pills emerged one after another, and a pill that could elevate one to the Divine Gaze Realm had become the stuff of countless cultivators’ dreams.

He’d heard in the past that this person was young, but now he realized just how young he truly was.

Especially when he’d previously dismissed the rumors that this guy would stir up trouble wherever he went, now face-to-face, he realized even the rumors were understating it.

This is not just a troublemaker; this is a Plague God.

As for the transaction Han Yu mentioned, the Tower Master had no interest at all. Apart from luck, what else could bring him here?

So without much thought, he directly refused, "We cannot help you with your problem. Your whole life of misfortune, it’s either that you’ve wronged the heavens or have squandered your qi fortune to end up like this."

"In such a case, Celestial Secret Tower is powerless. We can only observe and cannot intervene, little friend. You can leave."

Moreover, regarding the dark cloud looming over Han Yu’s head, the feeling was just plain strange.

Others without qi fortune would be unlucky themselves, but this guy lives so comfortably. It doesn’t quite fit the image of an unlucky person. Rather, it’s... those around him who are truly unlucky.

Even while just speaking now, his own Omen Star had also lit up.

This is beyond eerie!

"Wait, you mentioned something about my qi fortune. What do you mean?"

Han Yu caught some keywords and quickly asked.

"You don’t know?"

The Tower Master’s face showed surprise: someone who squandered their own qi fortune and didn’t know it?

So he patiently explained, "You are drenched in bad luck. Even if you were born a bad seed, it wouldn’t be this dire. There’s only one possibility—you had qi fortune, and not a small one at that, but you squandered it."

Han Yu’s face turned green at once. There was no need to elaborate; the culprit, he didn’t need to think to know...