Chapter Thirty-One: The Young Master Ancestor

The disciples of the Treasure Body Realm wore expressions of deep fury.

“Collect the bodies!”

Xu Chen and the others quickly took out their specialized corpse bags, carefully placing the bodies inside. When they encountered severed limbs and fragments, they tried their best to piece them together, assembling them as completely as possible.

At that moment, Xu Chen stood before the corpse of a female disciple from the Tri-Colored Fox Clan, corpse bag in hand. Judging from the posture in which her body lay, she must have suffered immense torment before death.

“I never imagined that even with boundary talismans, it could still be this dangerous.”

Xu Chen straightened the clothing on the Tri-Colored Fox Clan girl and respectfully placed her into the corpse bag.

As the group tended to their grim task, several green figures appeared around them. The Treasure Body Realm disciples suppressed their anger and gazed at the green shadows. According to the joint regulations of the Five Great Sects, corpse collectors like them were forbidden from taking action unless attacked by outsiders.

Their movements slowed, wary of the new arrivals.

“Relax, you won’t be needed,” a voice echoed, an invisible ripple emanating from the Treasure Body Realm disciple, enveloping the entire area.

Once all the bodies were secured, Xu Chen noticed a pair of severed legs wedged between rocks. He hurried over, stowed the legs in a separate bag, intending to check if they belonged to a fellow disciple.

The green figures continued to prowl nearby, never launching an attack.

“Damn it, if I get the chance, I’ll tell our Young Patriarch to wipe out every outsider within a hundred miles,” the Treasure Body Realm disciple muttered coldly.

“Let’s go. Time to return.”

Xu Chen and his companions pulled out their boundary talismans and crushed them. Spatial power whisked them away.

Back at camp, Xu Chen carefully laid out the collected bodies and sought the disciple who was recuperating after having his legs severed.

“Senior brother, see if these legs belong to you,” Xu Chen offered the corpse bag.

“Let me take a look.”

Even after losing his legs, the disciple’s robust physique kept him conscious. He opened the bag and, upon seeing the severed limbs, his eyes lit up.

“Someone skilled in Blood Bone Arts, come here! I’ve found my legs!”

After shouting, the disciple turned to Xu Chen.

“Junior brother, say nothing more—thank you!”

“My name is Zuo Jiang. How should I address you?” Zuo Jiang said warmly, producing his disciple token.

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“Xu Chen.”

Seeing Zuo Jiang reveal his token, Xu Chen produced his own and touched it against Zuo Jiang’s.

“When I’m healed, you must join me for a drink, junior brother!”

“Then I wish you a speedy recovery, senior brother.”

Outside the trial realm’s teleportation exit, Xu Chen kept his vigil. Then a female disciple from the Tri-Colored Fox Clan stepped out of the advanced teleportation gate.

Her pale pink dress accentuated her figure exquisitely, and the three multi-colored tails swaying behind her lent her an alluring charm.

“Well, little brother, fate seems to favor us,”

Fox Feifei smiled as she approached Xu Chen, deliberately leaning close.

“Greetings, senior sister.”

A delicate fragrance wafted over, prompting Xu Chen to step back involuntarily.

“You’re still so shy, little brother.”

Without warning, a jade hand touched Xu Chen’s face.

“Senior sister, please, not in public...” Xu Chen blushed, forty-some years and two lifetimes, yet never had he been teased by a woman twice.

“What are you saying? Teasing an underage human disciple is punishable, you know.”

“Since you’re here, please keep an eye out for Tri-Colored Fox Clan disciples. Do well, and your elder sister will reward you.”

Fox Feifei swept past Xu Chen, heading toward the Daxi Sect camp.

Nearby, disciples watched Xu Chen until Fox Feifei departed.

“Junior brother, you’re quite favored by fortune,”

“Introduce us to some Tri-Colored Fox Clan junior sisters, won’t you?”

“Yes, let’s make friends~”

The Daxi Sect disciples gathered around Xu Chen.

“These old lechers...” Xu Chen muttered that evening after his shift.

“Time to cultivate. A grindmaster grinds wherever he goes.”

After activating the formation locking his room, Xu Chen’s consciousness entered the Holy White Space.

He first practiced the Twelve Layered Wave Body-Tempering Method, then entered the wooden gate of pharmaceutical arts to craft Hemostatic Powder.

For the next month, Xu Chen alternated between guard duty and cultivation.

Within the Holy White Space, the quality of his Hemostatic Powder rose to seventy-five, making Xu Chen smile uncontrollably each day, unable to suppress his joy.

Today, it was Xu Chen’s turn to stand guard at the teleportation exit.

“In this past month, twenty-one disciples from our sect have perished in the trial realm.”

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“There are about seventy thousand Daxi Sect disciples stationed here participating in the trial realm.”

“By those numbers, the death rate isn’t actually that high,” Xu Chen mused to himself out of boredom.

“But the injury rate is much higher—about thirty percent.”

“Still, injuries aside, the rewards inside are substantial.”

At camp, Xu Chen frequently overheard tales of fellow disciples obtaining fortunes and magical treasures, some worth tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of spirit coins.

As his mind wandered, a seven-year-old child, radiating deadly aura, stepped out from the teleportation array—a figure like a celestial boy of the Dao.

The Treasure Body Realm disciple in charge hurried over to the child, flattering him.

“Little Ancestor, how did things go inside? Were you injured?”

“There’s no outsider left in the trial realm capable of harming me.”

“Offer incense for the fallen disciples. I’ve already slain every outsider within a hundred miles of that area.”

As the seven-year-old spoke, his overwhelming murderous aura vanished completely.

“I’ll let them know, Little Ancestor. If they have awareness in the afterlife, they’ll surely rest in peace.”

Xu Chen and the others respectfully saluted.

“Little Ancestor.”

The boy and the Treasure Body Realm disciple walked toward the camp.

“That’s the Little Ancestor—truly favored by Heaven,” Xu Chen murmured as he watched the boy’s silhouette fade.

Just as the Little Ancestor left, a graceful figure shot out from the teleportation gate.

Seeing it was Fox Feifei, Xu Chen hurried over.

One of her arms had been severed, a tail missing—the red one—and blood streaked her face.

Without hesitation, Xu Chen carried Fox Feifei to a designated cart and rushed her back to camp.

He stayed until she was tended by a senior brother skilled in healing arts, then quietly left.

“I wonder if her red tail will ever grow back,” Xu Chen thought as he resumed his watch at the teleportation exit.

After his shift, Xu Chen returned to his room to continue cultivating.

In the Holy White Space, he gazed at his Hemostatic Powder, now rated seventy-eight, his smile almost splitting his face.

“Success is near—let’s conquer Hemostatic Powder before returning.”

Xu Chen looked up at the sky, his smiling lips raised, just as a thunderbolt crashed down from above, reducing him to ashes once more.

After several consecutive attempts, his body tingling all over, Xu Chen finally drifted into a deep sleep on his bed.