Wedding ceremony tomorrow

Chapter 40 The Great Demon's Tomb

After dinner, it was already dark.

Luo Qingfeng returned to the courtyard, stared blankly at the empty space in the distance for a while, and then went into the room.

Just then, Song Wan'er's voice suddenly came from outside: "Cousin..."

Luo Qingfeng looked out the window.

After a short while, he went out and opened the courtyard gate.

Song Wan'er stood outside the door, head down, face flushed, as if she had done something wrong. She whispered, "Cousin, I only just found out about Father and Mother's decision..."

She bit her pink lips and said softly, "Wan'er knows that Sister Zhao'er just passed away, and Cousin doesn't want to get married yet..."

Luo Qingfeng said, "It's nothing, just an engagement."

Song Wan'er slowly raised her head, looking at him nervously, and whispered, "Then... cousin, are you really willing to get engaged to Wan'er?"

Luo Qingfeng paused for a moment, then said, "Of course."

The moonlight, like water, fell upon the two of them.

A long silence followed.

Song Wan'er lowered her head, her cheeks slightly flushed, and whispered, "Wan'er... Wan'er is willing too."

Luo Qingfeng looked at her beautiful face and said nothing more.

The two stood there for a while longer before Song Wan'er said softly, "Cousin, I'll head back now. You should get some rest and not tire yourself out."

Luo Qingfeng said, "Yes, you should get some rest too."

Song Wan'er smiled faintly, turned and left. After taking a few steps, she turned back to look at him again, her eyes full of sweet shyness.

Only after her figure disappeared into the distant night did Luo Qingfeng lock the courtyard gate and return to the house.

"Are you engaged?"

Standing in the room, he murmured to himself, his gaze unconsciously drifting to the dressing mirror in the corner, his expression becoming complicated.

Tonight should be a quiet night.

After nightfall.

He got into bed, sat cross-legged, and first checked the data in his mind.

[Process 1]

[Fourth-Star Realm of Creation, Progress: Ten]

Only the second row of data increased.

It seems that only by killing demons can the data in the first row increase rapidly.

Because of the long battle with Fatty Meng today, the second row of data has increased to ten.

Although it looks slow, it's actually quite good.

Other cultivators would probably need to cultivate diligently for several months to achieve even such a small increase.

He didn't think any further, closed his eyes, and continued his cultivation.

The next day, he went out.

After buying cooked meat on the street, I went to the woods outside town to cultivate.

There are even more unfamiliar faces in town today than yesterday, and many more are coming from other places.

"What on earth happened?"

With doubts in his heart, he could only go to the woods further away from the town to cultivate.

This time, he went in a different direction.

Fatty Meng was from the Demon Academy in Wangxing Town, so his sudden death was bound to attract attention.

Along the way, many people were also riding horses toward the town.

Luo Qingfeng walked through the woods, watching the cultivators hurrying along the main road, feeling increasingly puzzled.

However, these things should have nothing to do with him.

He just needs to focus on cultivating.

After a day of meditation in a secluded mountain valley and a quick wash, I returned to the town.

The town became even more lively in the evening.

Because there were too many cultivators, the town's only inn was already full, and the restaurants and teahouses were also packed with people.

Some people even sat directly on the street.

As Luo Qingfeng walked through the alley and was about to return, Nightingale suddenly appeared from the corner ahead, her long legs carrying her.

"I've been waiting for you for so long."

She took out a black, pouch-like object and handed it to him, saying with a hint of helplessness, "That piece of Xuanjin is all used up. Not only is it not enough, but I've also given you an extra five taels of silver. I was afraid you'd suspect me of embezzling your money, so I had the shopkeeper write a receipt. Take a look."

After saying that, she handed him another note.

Luo Qingfeng took the note, casually opened it, glanced at it, and a helpless look appeared on his face. He looked at her and said, "I owe you a total of forty-five taels. Don't worry, I will work hard to earn money to pay you back."

"Why……"

Nightingale couldn't help but sigh: "I was hoping to earn some extra money for running errands, but I ended up losing five taels of silver... Why do I always lose money every time I do something for you?"

Luo Qingfeng felt a little embarrassed and looked down at the storage bag in his hand.

Nightingale also looked at the storage bag in his hand and explained, "The first time you use it, drip in your own blood essence to establish a connection. Then you can input star power and use your divine sense to put and take things."

Luo Qingfeng nodded, stuffed the storage bag into his clothes, and looked at her, saying, "Thank you."

Nightingale shrugged: "No need for thanks, just remember to pay me back. By the way, it's not forty-five taels, there's also a delivery fee, so add at least another tael."

Luo Qingfeng didn't haggle: "Okay, forty-six taels."

Just then, a man dressed in a tight-fitting outfit and wearing a bamboo hat suddenly walked in from the alley entrance. He glanced at the two of them, then his gaze sharpened, and he retreated, muttering to himself, "Damn it, we can't even find a place to sleep, and there are still these two adulterers having a secret rendezvous in the alley."

Just as Luo Qingfeng was about to leave, he couldn't help but ask, "By the way, Sister Nightingale, why have so many cultivators come to the town these past few days?"

Nightingale looked towards the alley entrance, her expression turning serious: "It's not just your town; Stargazing City is overcrowded too. I heard..."

She hesitated for a moment, then spoke in a low voice, "I heard that the tomb of some great demon is about to appear nearby, and there will definitely be many treasures. So all these people have come here to try their luck. Besides us human cultivators, it is said that many sects of the demon race have also come, as well as the demon race..."

At this point, her expression became even more serious: "Recently, demons and corpses have been appearing in the town, which is probably related to the demon race. You have to be careful, and it's best not to go out for a while. There are experts everywhere around here now. Cultivators like us at the Opening Heaven Realm are like ants. Don't accidentally bump into someone and get trampled to death."

Luo Qingfeng frowned and nodded.

Nightingale glanced at the alley entrance again and said, "Alright, that's enough. I need to hurry home. The city gates will close after dark."

After saying that, he left in a hurry.

After she walked out of the alley, Luo Qingfeng left from the other end.

After returning home.

He closed the windows and doors, eagerly took out his storage bag, cut his finger, and dripped a drop of blood into it.

Sure enough, as soon as the blood dripped into it, he was immediately able to sense the space inside the storage bag.

He walked to the desk, and with a thought, the books on the desk were instantly put inside.

Next, he tried a chair, and even an entire table, which he could quickly fit inside.

Moreover, there is still a lot of space inside.

It's really good stuff!

Even if it leaves you with a mountain of debt, it's all worth it.

With the storage bag, he can carry many useful things with him at all times, and it will be very discreet.

After taking everything out, he put some clothes and daily necessities inside, and then placed the storage bag in his inner pocket.

After finishing these tasks, he glanced at the sky outside and sat down to read.

But at that moment, he unconsciously recalled the news that Nightingale had just told him.

"The tomb of a great demon?"

"treasure?"

He is currently lacking a precious artifact.

He discovered from yesterday's battle with Fatty Meng that magical artifacts are much more practical than bare fists. Moreover, with magical artifacts, it's easier to unleash one's strength. One doesn't necessarily have to get close to threaten the opponent, especially when one can unleash star power.

However, magical artifacts are definitely much more expensive than storage bags, and it's hard to imagine when I'd be able to afford one if I earned the money myself.

Therefore, he was somewhat tempted by the news that Nightingale had just mentioned.

If he could obtain a magical artifact, even the lowest-grade one, it would elevate his strength to a new level.

However, he quickly calmed down.

There are experts everywhere outside, including experts from the demon and monster races. If a newbie like him were to go, he would simply be easy prey.

Sigh, I should focus on my training first, so I can find opportunities to make money later.

I need to pay off my debts first before thinking about buying the treasure.

The following afternoon.

While he was cultivating in his room, he suddenly heard a soft sound coming from the courtyard.

It sounded like a tree branch being stepped on.

His heart tightened, and he immediately stopped practicing and got out of bed. The star power in his dantian quickly surged into his fists.

(End of this chapter)