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How did he escape?
It was quite a mess. The moment the ground shifted, he fled. Was there something down there that frightened him?
At that moment, the surface fell silent again, as if nothing had happened. The time was brief; the commotion had barely started before it ceased. Most people in the city should have noticed, right?
Could it be just a minor incident with the Earth Dragon?
Just as I was about to send Old Vine down to take a look, he exclaimed about his good fortune, insisting he wouldn't go underground anymore. He muttered to himself, realizing how reckless he had been during these days of unchecked behavior, and how he hadn’t disturbed whatever was below. Truly lucky!
What kind of big shot could scare you like this?
He was so frightened that he could hardly maintain his human form, wrapping himself tightly with vines. Sang Qingxiao had never seen him like this before; in times of danger, he would only express fear verbally and keep a safe distance. Unlike today, where fear seeped into his very bones, he didn’t even think to hide at first.
When Sang Qingxiao asked him about it, Old Vine shook his head seriously, saying he didn’t know what it was or how deep it was hidden. My roots are extremely sensitive; before the tremor, I sensed nothing at all. The moment it moved, my heart felt like it was being squeezed, and for the first time, I brushed against the threshold of death. How could I not be afraid?
Seeing how deeply affected he was, it seemed unlikely I could get any more answers from him.
Sang Qingxiao looked at the others; they all shook their heads as well. However, their condition seemed fine, including the children. Misha led them in quietly reciting Sutras.
The two little ones looked confused; their Buddha Cultivation bodies should have been more sensitive but didn’t even feel the tremor. That could be considered good news. It suggested that this Buddha Cultivation method might have some restraining effect on underground entities.
Sang Qingxiao teased lightly, asking why only Old Vine seemed so affected.
Old Vine retorted grumpily that perhaps it was because his roots were closer or maybe because he was simply the weakest among them.
It appeared that I would have to start with the Immortal Statue; given its panicked flight and startled demeanor, it must know something.
I initially thought the Immortal Statue would need some time to calm its fears; at least today would be a no-show.
However, after lunch, it came knocking on the inn's door in Lou Old Woman's body. Sun Rongniang peeked through the crack and nearly fainted at the sight of that lifeless face.
Once she realized who it was, Sun Rongniang still trembled despite her reluctance. But thinking of the immortal behind her, she opened the door and bowed respectfully, saying it was quite a rare visit and asking what wind had blown such a noble guest her way.
Lou Old Woman paid her no mind and roughly pushed her aside, heading straight for the backyard where she happened to bump into Qi Xiaomian and Sang Qingxiao whispering together.
That expressionless deadpan face of hers surprisingly showed a rare look of exasperation as if she were frustrated by their incompetence.
A raucous voice echoed, "Ah, Disciple, focus on your training. When you achieve success and fame, what beauty will be out of your reach? It's truly a waste of time to squander your efforts on such frivolous distractions!"
"Quickly sever these worldly ties and come with me to seek a place of quiet cultivation. Clear your mind of distractions and enter seclusion for your training. With me by your side to guide you, the title of the First Cultivator of the Continent will be within your grasp!"
Tsk, the grand vision he painted—who couldn't hear the urgency in his desire to leave?
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