Gou in the world of comprehension

Chapter 1362 This is what a decent life should be like!

At dawn, the sky was ablaze with rays of light.

The morning glow spread across the sky like a crimson ribbon, dyeing the heavens a magnificent sight.

The forest, silent all night, is revitalized as the first rays of sunlight fall.

The noisy chirping of cicadas rose and fell, like a rousing morning song, while countless birds hopped and fluttered merrily on the branches, chattering and expressing their joy at the new day.

Hidden among the towering mountains more than a hundred miles outside of Tianxing City lies a valley.

Thanks to the tireless efforts of Sister Zhen, Yaksha, and others, this place has been transformed into an extremely luxurious dojo.

This place can be called the core of the spiritual vein. The rich spiritual energy is so tangible that it surrounds you. Just by taking a light breath, the spiritual energy that fills the world will flow through your limbs and bones, and your internal organs will be immersed in an indescribable comfort.

That's why Su Fan didn't hesitate to choose this place as his private training ground.

From this moment on, the vast territory spanning tens of thousands of miles centered on this valley will be incorporated into the power map of Su Fan's private dojo.

Anyone who dares to step into this place without permission will face the wrath of thunder.

Su Fan certainly wouldn't stay here permanently, so he entrusted the daily maintenance of the dojo to "Ruyi Pavilion" for management.

Stepping into the valley is like entering a fairyland.

Countless exotic flowers and herbs are planted there, each exuding a faint spiritual charm, all of which are rare and precious spiritual plants that are hard to find in the world.

A gentle breeze stirs the herbs, causing them to sway softly. The bees, butterflies, birds, and insects flitting among them create a picturesque scene, a vibrant and beautiful picture filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers.

Deep in the valley, a vast cluster of palace-style pavilions rises from the ground, with carved railings and jade steps, green tiles and flying eaves, stretching for miles. From a distance, it looks like a magnificent city.

The extravagance of these buildings is astonishing. Each pavilion is meticulously constructed using rare and precious spiritual woods and stones, exuding an air of extravagance. It would not be an exaggeration to call it "extreme wastefulness."

The ground beneath their feet was paved with rare stones, each several feet square. If these stones were to enter the outside world, each one would be fiercely contested by countless cultivators, fetching astronomical prices.

The main hall in the very center is even more magnificent and resplendent in gold.

The entire hall is covered with rare golden spiritual materials, and the vermilion carved beams are simple and elegant. The layers of flying eaves and upturned corners rise high, like a giant dragon soaring into the sky, showing an extraordinary momentum.

Each pavilion is carved with various mythical birds and beasts, with delicate and smooth lines and exquisite craftsmanship, vividly showcasing the charm of these mysterious creatures.

What's even more amazing is that the patterns painted on the pavilions seem to be divine works of art.

In the painting, ducks, geese, and mandarin ducks frolic on the blue waves, lotus flowers and carp swim freely in the lotus pond, wisps of smoke rise, black apes present fruit as auspicious gifts, deer stroll with flowers in their mouths, blue phoenixes spread their wings, colorful phoenixes sing celestial songs, spirit lions respectfully hold up rare treasures, and cranes hold lingzhi mushrooms in their mouths.

These patterns are so lifelike, as if they have been given life, that they would break through the wall and transform into real, existing spirits with just a gentle touch.

Moreover, the carvings on each pavilion are unique, with no two being the same.

Moreover, these palaces shimmered with spiritual light, and powerful immortal arrays and forbidden spells were hidden within them, protecting this mysterious land.

This time, Su Fan swept through the various immortal cities of the Celestial Race in "Guangwu Heaven", and the spoils of war he seized were piled up like mountains.

Given Sister Zhen's love of money, she naturally wanted to thoroughly search every major city, turning it upside down and even meticulously collecting every single brick.

Because of the countless rare spiritual materials seized, Sister Zhen generously used all of these treasures for the construction of the temple.

In fact, according to Su Fan's original intention, a simple thatched hut would have been enough for him to live in.

However, his idea was met with strong opposition from Sister Zhen, Yaksha, and others. After all, Su Fan was about to receive high-ranking members of super sects and patriarchs of top-tier families from various planes of the Tiannan Star Region. If the dojo was too shabby, it would not only be a loss of face but also hinder future cooperation and transactions.

With the strong support of his friends, including the evil Buddha Wang De and Ji Feng, several powerful protective formations were set up around the valley.

Even the usually arrogant and conceited Lao Long Li Gao spared no effort in contributing his strength this time.

The Su Fan Dojo now possesses the grandeur of a super sect.

Anyway, Su Fan didn't want to live here, so he built a few simple thatched huts in a quiet and secluded mountain forest outside the valley.

A small courtyard surrounded by a fence entwined with green vines, and two simple thatched huts.

Beside it, a clear spring flows gently, its tinkling sound adding a touch of liveliness to this tranquil place.

Inside the thatched cottage, a bamboo couch is placed to the north, and a small table and shelf are placed under the south window. The shelf holds two layers of ancient books, including bamboo slips, silk books, and paper books.

The humble room, filled with the fragrance of books, exudes elegance and simplicity.

The simple decor, on the contrary, accentuates a mystical, ethereal atmosphere.

At this moment, Su Fan was leisurely reclining in a deck chair, holding an ancient book in his hands, engrossed in reading it.

On the side table, a palm-sized incense burner stood quietly, with a green incense stick inserted inside. Wisps of green smoke rose up, and a delicate fragrance slowly permeated the room.

After a long while, Su Fan put down the ancient book in his hand, got up and personally brewed a pot of spiritual tea.

Right now, Sister Zhen, Li Chongxiu, and the others are all busy at the temple, they're practically going crazy with work.

Despite having a large number of zombies and ghost soldiers under their command, many things still depend on the final decisions made by the two of them.

So Su Fan is now all alone, without even anyone to serve him.

Sister Zhen did arrange a few pretty little ghost slaves for him, but Su Fan found them too noisy and sent them all back.

Actually, he was quite happy with it; he was very comfortable being alone there.

Su Fan only got up from the recliner when the kettle on the red clay stove started to steam.

He was focused and his movements were fluid and graceful. He first carefully washed the teaware with boiling spiritual spring water, then sealed the pot, poured the tea into cups, poured the tea into the pot, served the tea, smelled the aroma, and tasted the tea. Every movement was natural and smooth, and his every gesture exuded the Taoist charm of emptiness and tranquility.

He poured himself a cup of spiritual tea, picked it up, and took a small sip.

Suddenly, a refreshing sweetness slid down my throat, spreading through my stomach and throughout my entire body, immersing every inch of my flesh and every bone in unparalleled bliss.

In that instant, I forgot myself and the world around me, unaware of how many seasons had passed in the outside world.

He sighed for a moment, then raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp.

This is what a human life should be like!

Just then, a plume of pitch-black smoke hurtled from afar, its whistling sound shattering the silence.

The ghostly smoke surged straight into the thatched hut, condensed in mid-air, and transformed into the figure of Sister Zhen.

Without even guessing, Su Fan knew that people from various planes in the Southern Star Region had arrived, and his carefree days were over.

(End of this chapter)