Who Brought Him into the Cultivation World?-Chapter 393 - 335: Wild Dirt Eater

"I’m not doing this..."

Early in the morning, Elder Tong shook his head like a rattle drum.

Because Han Yu came to him again.

The Celestial Secret Tower Master is so principled, Han Yu had no other way.

But that didn’t stop him from shifting his target to this foul-mouthed elder. As the Artifact Spirit would say, a mosquito’s leg is still meat.

This guy might know one or two people, and that would be some kind of gain.

As soon as he got inside and mentioned it, the guy shook his head vigorously.

"Are you afraid, or are you just unwilling?"

Han Yu asked impatiently.

Elder Tong really pondered for a moment before responding seriously.

"I’m afraid; if I do it, and the Tower Master finds out, he’ll definitely kick me out. I’m not doing it."

Alright then! Neither daring nor willing.

"You’re forcing me."

Han Yu glared at him fiercely, suddenly clenching his fist and thrusting it forward.

Elder Tong thought he was going to get punched, but instead, Han Yu extended his hand, and a pill appeared before him.

Six Animals Pill: Upon consumption, the user will randomly acquire the form of one of the Twelve Zodiac animals, gaining the corresponding ability of each form. Only for those with cultivation at the Realm of Transcendence or above. Side effect: Dispels one’s cultivation, and upon death, one form’s ability is lost. Six animal transformations occur randomly at midnight each day, and revert to human form at the hour of the pig each day.

"I’ll give you six lives to bolster your courage, okay? Just reveal a few people to me."

Han Yu made one last effort, bringing out his ultimate weapon. If this didn’t work, then nothing would.

At first, Elder Tong didn’t care, but after hearing the pill’s introduction, he was completely stunned.

Transforming into animals...

"How... how did you manage such a heaven-defying creation?"

Turning people into animals, evil technique—no! Evil pill!

Han Yu was a bit speechless; this guy didn’t recognize something valuable!

"Aren’t you tempted to turn into a dragon or something? Six Zodiac heads, six lives!"

Elder Tong showed a contemplative expression, and after a moment, he suddenly realized.

There’s hope!

Han Yu was secretly pleased.

But then, Elder Tong looked at him expectantly and asked, "Can you give it to me when I’m about to die?"

So naïve, this guy obviously didn’t appreciate the value of the pill; trying to negotiate with him was like playing the lute to a cow.

Han Yu rolled his eyes, took back the pill with a flick of his hand, and huffed, "Then you better figure out how to find me when you’re about to die."

After leaving, as the morning sun rose, Ji Wushi was outside a ramshackle house across the way, leaning against the broken door frame, leisurely cracking sunflower seeds in his hand while basking in the sun.

As soon as Ji Wushi saw Han Yu, he hurriedly dropped the seeds and rushed back inside. Ji Wushi was the last person who wanted to see Han Yu right now; who knew if Han Yu would be embarrassed and angry.

Heaven have mercy, he couldn’t run, couldn’t hide. The place was so small, it was hard not to bump into each other.

Once Ji Wushi slipped back inside, he sat in the spot where the Celestial Secret Tower cultivator had been, pretending to be very busy.

When Han Yu came in, he saw him rummaging through drawers with flustered hands.

"Is there any other way to find a Qi Fortune Cultivator?"

"Huh?"

Ji Wushi initially wanted to pretend he hadn’t heard but eventually quivered and responded involuntarily.

Han Yu walked over and sat down with a sigh, asking again, "I asked if there’s any other way to find a Qi Fortune Cultivator."

Ji Wushi frowned, turned around, sat down, thought for a moment, and nodded, "There is still a way."

"Just stay here; to go to the Celestial Secret Tower, you’ll need to find someone to lead the way from here. Wait around here, and you’ll eventually catch one; it’s just a matter of time."

However, Ji Wushi immediately regretted it after speaking, almost giving himself a slap on the cheek.

What a lousy idea; if Han Yu really listened, Ji Wushi would suffer the most, facing this fierce beast every day. It was terrifying!

"Makes sense."

Han Yu seemed to have taken it seriously.

"I was joking, how could there be so many Qi Fortune Cultivators? You won’t see one for months."

Ji Wushi quickly tried to amend his mistake.

"I’ll just stay for a few days, if not, I’ll leave."

Han Yu said this as he slowly got up, leaving Ji Wushi on the verge of tears, who only slapped himself after Han Yu was far away.

"For imitating your uncle-master, speaking without thinking, I’ll beat you to death."

"Who are you saying speaks without thinking?"

Outside the door, Elder Tong poked his head in, his face looking rather unpleasant...

In Zhaodong City, Han Yu found himself utterly without anything to do, with only one pill every three days—such inefficiency.

Otherwise, why would he be so desperate to find a Qi Fortune Cultivator. Without additional income, who knew when he could retire from refining pills.

"If worse comes to worst, should I reach out to that guy?"

He was naturally referring to Quan Xiaotong, since he managed to deliver three before, perhaps he had more in reserve.

"Weren’t you worried about his ulterior motives?"

The Artifact Spirit reminded.

Han Yu sighed deeply, "Even if he has ulterior motives, he’s still better than you two. My twenty years of Qi Fortune..."

At the mention of this, the Artifact Spirit wisely fell silent, reducing its sense of presence.

Suddenly, a patch of dark clouds moved from north to east, Han Yu thought he had gained the eye of the Divination Path, suspecting some Plague God was passing by.

He quickly rubbed his eyes, only then seeing clearly that it was not dark clouds but rather a human mass.

This direction seemed to lead to the Celestial Secret Tower, right?

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Tu Xingsun was now full of spirit, never in his life had he felt so pleased.

From a notorious Loose Cultivator to a power figure in the Evil Path.

Now, under his command were over a thousand cultivators; although none were Great Cultivators, it greatly satisfied his vanity.

When he was mixed up in the Evil Path, he was often mocked for his appearance and stature, but now even Divine Gaze Realm cultivators would have to be cautious of him.

As a newly advanced Great Perfection Cultivator, with his mastery of earth-based Divine Techniques, within the Divine Gaze Realm, he dared to say no one could beat him.

Unless it’s that bastard!

"Just you wait, Lord Black Robe promised to help me get revenge."

These days, he couldn’t wait to encounter Han Yu again because someone had agreed to help him get revenge as long as he served him well.

He would never forget the hardships Han Yu inflicted upon him.

Even though the cursed thing gave him fast cultivation and advanced his Divine Techniques, another pill made his life unbearable.

Midway through flight, his body suddenly became uncomfortable, and after stopping, the thousand cultivators following him halted as well.

One cultivator boldly asked, "Sir, did something happen?"

Tu Xingsun’s face was livid; he shook his head, "You move on two miles and wait for me there, don’t look back."

Though unclear on why, given Tu Xingsun’s current status, no one dared to defy him. The cultivator waved his hand, promptly leading the rest further on their journey.

After seeing them fly far away, Tu Xingsun waited a little longer before slowly descending. When he was three feet from the ground, he dared not land, lightly beckoning with his hand.

The soil below stirred, with the surface soil swept aside until the soil below was bare. Only then did he beckon again.

A column of earth shot upwards, and after looking around to make sure no one was there, Tu Xingsun hugged the column and started gnawing on it, tearfully.

"Bastard..."

Within those months, he learned to discern which soil was the easiest to swallow; surface soil had stones that hurt his teeth and could even contain dung if unlucky.

One foot deep soil was sour and sometimes had animal urine odors.

Two foot deep soil was still okay but often included a side serving, with many insect and rodent holes, sometimes earthworms aplenty.

Three feet, the soil at three feet was the best.

Don’t ask him how he knew.

"Woo woo..."

On the wilderness, there were low sobs mixed with curses.

"Bastard..."