Starting My Cultivation With Time Management

Chapter 725: Chapter 59: The Vigilante Long Long
 

“Don’t be foolish,” the Green Duckweed Sword saw through his thoughts and said, “You can’t save him.”

“What do you mean?”

“The imbalance of yin and yang is incurable,” the Green Duckweed Sword replied, “And there’s no need for a cure.”

“Sleeping here for a thousand, ten thousand years, until the yin and yang within one’s body blend harmoniously again, the problem will resolve itself. There isn’t a quick solution to this.”

“I see,” Long Long chuckled and said, “Qing Ping, you are quite knowledgeable.”

“Sword Master is joking. How can my humble opinions compare to even one ten-thousandth of the Sword Master’s?”

“…Qing Ping, if you really want to compliment someone, you could use a more sincere tone of voice instead of reciting it so mechanically.”

Long Long looked at the poisoned serpent again, thinking it was a pity that he couldn’t squeeze some benefits from this one… oh, that’s not right, he couldn’t help this old poisoned serpent ancestor, for which he felt very sad and culpable.

His gaze wandered over the poisoned serpent’s body, eventually settling on the cave entrance behind it.

However, since this old serpent ancestor would be sleeping for a thousand or even ten thousand years, what should be done about the treasures in his cave dwelling?

Leaving them here isn’t safe, as surely someone will sneak in to steal them. It would be better to temporarily store them with me, to help the old serpent ancestor guard them!

Thinking this, Long Long confirmed with Ah Jing that the immortal was still unconscious and unlikely to suddenly wake up, then he and Long Hu approached the cave entrance stealthily.

The entrance was located behind a shallow lake, atop a slightly raised hillock, with no concealment whatsoever.

Long Long lingered at the cave entrance for a long time, being extremely cautious: first checking if the poisoned serpent had woken up, then confirming that the little fox wouldn’t awaken halfway, followed by having Ah Jing scan the entrance for any restrictions, and finally sending the Green Duckweed Sword in to scout ahead. He couldn’t have been more steady.

Strangely, there were no traps at the entrance of the cave, not even basic enchanting formations to hinder divine sense.

This was odd. Having no enchanting formation at the door of a cave dwelling was like leaving the door open for thieves, inviting everyone inside… How could this be possible?

The Green Duckweed Sword went in and surveyed the area, noticing not just the absence of traps, but even basic furniture wasn’t present, only some scattered bones and moldy, rotting straw.

Was it possible that someone had beaten him to it and already looted all the valuables?

Long Long entered and wandered around, but still, he found no loot; it seemed as if this old serpent ancestor’s cave had already been ransacked…

Impossible, it absolutely couldn’t be!

He left the cave entrance and began searching the entire valley.

“If I were this poisoned serpent,” Long Long silently pondered, “before I fell into a coma, I would certainly prevent anyone from ransacking my cave dwelling.”

“The logical thought would be to set up numerous traps and restrictions at the entrance, making it impossible for anyone to break in, ensuring death upon entry—like this poisonous miasma spreading over the swamp, presumably intentional on his part.”

“But what if the coma was to last an especially long time?”

“If that old serpent ancestor already knew he would be comatose for thousands, tens of thousands of years, then no matter how many restrictions were laid down, it ultimately wouldn’t be secure. After all, the longer the night, the more dreams will come, and even restrictions as hard to break as climbing to heaven, given one hundred, one thousand years of research, might not remain impassable.”

“That means, a better approach would be to lay enchanting formations. Creating the illusion of an already-looted cave at the entrance, misleading any successors into thinking they’re too late, while placing the true cave entrance elsewhere…”

With that thought, Long Long cast his gaze to the area beneath the poisoned immortal serpent.

After a thorough scan, he indeed spotted what seemed to be a cave beneath the pool where the serpent was coiled.

Long Long dove into the pool, skillfully weaving past the massive body of the serpent, finding that cave.

There were enchanting formations and restrictions camouflaging the cave’s door as a solid lake bed, yet how could that escape Long Long’s notice?

With his exceptional knowledge of formations, Long Long quickly deciphered the enchanting formation and then sent the Green Duckweed Sword through.

Countless spell radiance flickered madly, and the entire cave dwelling erupted with booming rumbles instantly. The ground trembled without end, and ripples disturbed the water in the pond so much that even Long Long started to feel a touch of dread, afraid that the ancestral serpent of poison might suddenly wake up.

About half a quarter of an hour later, the fluctuations from the spells finally subsided.

The toxic serpent showed no sign of awakening. Long Long looked toward the interior of the melting cave and saw that the inside had been blasted into a mess, with only the brightly shining Green Duckweed Sword flying back to him with elegance and composure.

What on earth is my Life-bound Sword Artifact made of? It even withstands the restrictions set by immortals! I must have Liuli study this when there’s time…

Shaking off his disordered thoughts, Long Long calmly stepped into the melting cave.

Inside the cave, he saw piles of Sun Crystal Stones and Moon Crystal Stones stacked up like mountains.

Both of these were similar to the Spirit Stones of the Cultivation Realm, containing the power of Sun Essence and Moon Splendor. They could be absorbed by the Demon Race to refine and elevate their bloodline, thus they were no small fortune.

Unfortunately, most of them were destroyed by the triggered restrictions of the Green Duckweed Sword, and now only about one-third remained.

Turning the corner, he could see a neighboring chamber filled with dazzling treasures.

There were Flying Swords, Talisman Scripts, Magical Treasures, Elixirs… An endless variety of styles, all radiating Spiritual Light, obviously of no low rank.

Long Long’s heart bloomed with joy, and he took out his Storage Bag. He collected all these treasures, along with the Crystal Stones from outside, into his belt pouch.

After confirming that he had thoroughly plundered the place, Long Long walked out contentedly. He paid his respects to the still-comatose body of the toxic serpent, expressing his appreciation.

Although the ranks of these treasures were not too low, Long Long was accustomed to dealing with the Eleventh Rank Flying Sword, Myriad Avatar Absolute Immortal Sword, and the Universe Creator Heavenly Weaving God Shuttle, which had lifted his standards to quite an outrageous level.

If it wasn’t for those world-renowned, universally known supreme treasures, they wouldn’t even have the chance to make an appearance in Long Long’s hands… even if he had five additional alternate accounts.

Just as he was about to leave with Long Hu, upon reaching the valley entrance, Long Long suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Wait a minute, is this really all there is?

Long Long suddenly remembered a long time ago, back when he and the fox were still wandering around, they had once found a secret chamber within the Fusang Divine Tree, housing three treasures: a Divine Crow Tube, a Colored Glaze Lamp, and the genealogical family history of the Three-legged Golden Crow race.

Of course, the important part was not these treasures themselves but the fact that they were “isolated and stored separately,” which now reminded Long Long:

Could it be that this toxic serpent ancestor also set aside the most precious class of treasures and stored them elsewhere?

Upon further thought, it seemed quite possible—firstly, although the treasures in the melting cave were precious, in terms of an immortal’s status, they were somewhat lacking in quality though abundant in quantity.

Should there not be at least something of Immortal Rank, right?

Secondly, for an immortal with a history of crafting false cave dwellings to deceive others, isn’t using such a cunning strategy completely normal?

Lucky me! I almost fell for it!

After realizing this, Long Long was filled with contempt, disdain, and scorn for the despicable methods of the toxic serpent ancestor.

Toxic serpent ancestor, you probably don’t know the story of the golden and silver axes. Well, let me tell you now:

If you had kept your things out in the open honestly, I might have left you a bit; since you put up such a pretense, I’ll have to have a serious talk with you.

You, as an immortal ancestor, instead of bringing blessings to the Eastern Emperor Realm, you polluted the entire toxic marsh for your own healing, turning it all poisonous. I’m not wrong to blame you, am I?

This land in South State used to nourish countless of the Demon Race, yet you destroyed the environment, turning it into a hellish sight to behold. That’s also true, isn’t it?

Over the countless years, who knows how many Demon Race cultivators entered the toxic marsh for various reasons and died under your venomous assault. You can’t deny that, can you?

One must know that Heavenly Dao has its retribution, and justice will always prevail. You’ve committed so many evil deeds, and now retribution has come upon you!

I, Long Long, shall act on behalf of the heavens today and find all your hidden treasures!