After I Became a Divine Monarch, the Sect Wants Me to Marry In-Chapter 171: Someone Was Killed and Is Suspected
Chapter 171: Chapter 171: Someone Was Killed and Is Suspected
"Senior, maybe you shouldn’t try to feed Noodles anymore, it’s really hard to feed."
Gu An looked at Noodles, his big eyes bulging, a mixture of anger and despair, despair tinged with a bit of grievance.
He had no choice but to try to persuade Chu Meng to let him go.
"Hasn’t he been eating a lot, though?" Chu Meng put the plate away and said.
"Is it possible he just doesn’t like it?" Gu An tried asking.
"Then what does he eat?" Chu Meng asked curiously.
"How about fish food?" Gu An tried asking.
"He doesn’t look like a normal fish. Would he even eat fish food?" Chu Meng was skeptical.
Gu An was a little confused, and said, "Why is he not a normal fish?"
"Would a normal one steal this?" Chu Meng said, tossing a brand new bellyband at Gu An.
This time, it was blue.
Gu An took it instinctively and smelled a faint fragrance.
Feeling at a loss, he tossed it back.
"You look scared. Haven’t you ever helped an Immortal unfasten one of these?" Chu Meng said in surprise,
"Do you like those pure Immortals? The ones with zero worldly desires?"
Gu An: "..."
*You’d better focus on feeding the fish, please.*
Gu An turned away and went back to logging.
*What Noodles did was honestly a bit much.*
*Why does he like stealing that kind of stuff?*
*Every time he goes out, he brings back something.*
*At first, it was Spirit Stones, which made Gu An happy.*
*Then it was random junk, which Gu An didn’t care about.*
*But then, it became stuff like this, or immortal dresses.*
*Wasn’t he afraid of getting caught?*
*If that happened, there was no way he’d ever admit Noodles was his spirit pet.*
*So embarrassing.*
*Absolutely humiliating.*
*To be despised for something like this—he honestly couldn’t lift his head.*
*Sure, it was the spirit pet that stole it, but do normal spirit pets do this kind of thing?*
*That would mean the owner put them up to it.*
*Gu An thought he could be used like a knife, be suspected of killing people, even be treated differently and endure humiliation.*
*But he just couldn’t be Noodles’s scapegoat.*
*If it was confirmed, it would be a stain on his record for life.*
"Stop chopping trees. If you go on any longer, I’ll start wondering if logging is going to squeeze you dry," Chu Meng said.
Gu An: "...."
*Is it even possible that’s what it is?*
Gu An stopped logging and looked at Chu Meng, and said, "Senior, what did you come for?"
"To bring you a reward, obviously." Chu Meng put Noodles on her shoulder, waved the blue bellyband, and said,
"This one’s a lot bigger, but it’s still not quite as good as mine."
Gu An: "...."
*Can you stop comparing?*
*Isn’t this embarrassing?*
Gu An couldn’t bear to look.
He didn’t hesitate anymore, and asked about this round of rewards.
"Even though you didn’t send anyone into the mess hall, thanks to the big purge, someone still ended up there.
So the reward will be given as usual." Chu Meng put the bellyband aside and took out a fragment, and said, "Here you go, the third piece of your Token.
Work at it. Five more pieces and you can switch identities.
No more suffering and slaving away at Qianchen Peak."
Looking at the Token Fragment, Gu An put it away.
*This thing was actually really useful for him.*
*Whether he could enter Luo Sheng Hall all depended on this Token.*
*If he wanted to get inside based on his own strength, it was pretty much impossible.*
*Moving forward, he didn’t want to expose his cultivation anymore.*
*At his age, exposing it again would already be his limit. He just couldn’t mess around like before.*
*Whatever happened, he should just endure it.*
"Other than that, there’s two hundred Spirit Stones." Chu Meng handed over the Spirit Stones.
Gu An took them, but didn’t really feel anything.
*After all, right now, he already had two thousand seven hundred Spirit Stones.*
*Two hundred was nothing worth mentioning.*
"You look off." Chu Meng eyed Gu An suspiciously and said, "Did you go out and kill people again?"
Hearing that, Gu An was shocked on the inside.
*How did you figure that out?*
"You don’t even care about two hundred Spirit Stones—at your rate of thirty Spirit Stones per month, that’s enough for over half a year." Chu Meng said seriously, "You don’t care now, which only means you’ve gotten your hands on a lot more Spirit Stones.
So how could you get that many Spirit Stones here?
Obviously, it’s ’big money comes from murder and arson.’"
Gu An: "...."
*You’re really sharp.* ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com
Gu An said flatly, "Logging earns Spirit Stones."
Chu Meng continued, "Let me check around. Someone died these past few days, so I’ll soon know who you took out."
Gu An was speechless, but he still stayed silent.
*No matter who died, he had an answer.*
*It had nothing to do with him.*
"Anything else?" Gu An asked.
"Sure, you can pick a magic technique. What kind do you want?" Chu Meng asked.
Gu An hesitated a moment, and said, "A speed type one."
*Hundred Steps Chasing Wind was a bit too slow for a Golden Core cultivator.*
*Time to upgrade.*
*Sea Suppressing Fist could use an upgrade too.*
*But with Innate Strength and Qi Sea Sky Gang boosting it, it was still usable for now.*
*Speed was what he lacked most.*
"Speed, huh." Chu Meng looked through her stuff, then said,
"Found it. Here, take this. I’ll go get that bastard to reimburse me."
Gu An took the book. Four big characters across the cover—Vertical Earth Golden Light.
"Learn this well. It’ll serve you for a while," Chu Meng said.
"Thanks, Senior," Gu An said gratefully.
"You’re in the Golden Core stage now. Call me Senior Sister from now on," Chu Meng waved and said.
"Is there anything else?" Gu An asked.
"That’s it." Chu Meng shrugged and said, "Token Fragments are really valuable, so the other rewards are smaller."
"Then, Senior, you’d better leave soon. It’s crowded here—easy for someone to spot you," Gu An said "helpfully."
Chu Meng frowned, shook her head and sighed, "With you like this, how are you going to improve? Keep waiting and waiting, and the only thing you’ll ever get is a smack from me.
Disappointed, too disappointed.
Oh, by the way, that bastard’s other hidden contacts might try to rope you in, so keep your guard up.
I’m out."
With that, she left, taking Noodles with her.
The latter looked back at Gu An, full of terror, clearly begging for help, not wanting to leave with Chu Meng.
Gu An didn’t bother with him.
*Noodles couldn’t be kept around anymore. This was the second bellyband already. How many Immortals was he planning to offend?*
*He just couldn’t take the heat.*
Once they were gone, Gu An went back to logging, stacking up points.
*Just half a month or so more, and he could try learning the Prison Cage spell.*
*This magic technique looked anything but simple.*
*It could trap, or it could kill.*
*It even worked at range, making up for his current lack.*
*But sometimes using a magic treasure up close was pretty good too, only he never knew which one suited him best.*
At midnight, Gu An began studying Prison Cage, since the book was only a fragment and sorely lacking.
After sunrise, he kept logging.
No news came that day.
Until three days later, Duanmu Qingping found Gu An, looked at him in surprise, and said,
"Over at Qingcheng Sect, they said it wasn’t that they didn’t show up—they said their people got killed.
Plus, they said they chased the trail all the way and didn’t find anything.
Now they want to ask those involved what really happened back then."
*Ask those involved?*
*Gu An thought for a second—wasn’t that him?*
He paused, then asked, "You mean they’re asking me?"
"Should be." Duanmu Qingping nodded.
"So how did the people at the Outer Peak respond?" Gu An asked.
"No response yet, but there’s a good chance they’ll let them meet with Junior Brother at least once," Duanmu Qingping said.
Gu An nodded and didn’t say anything more.
They chatted for another moment, then he went back to logging.
*He had to boost his strength as soon as possible.*
*He had planned to learn Prison Cage first, but now it seemed better to learn Vertical Earth Golden Light for some self-defense.*