I Am Grinding Experience in Another World

Chen Mu had moved house before, this wasn’t his first time.

Once he had confirmed his itinerary, he began to pack up his belongings with practiced ease.

Useful items were put into the Five Ghosts Bag, while the useless ones were absorbed by it.

He went down to the market at the foot of the mountain to purchase pots, pans, ladles, bedding, and other household necessities, packing them into Mustard Seed Talismans to form a moving kit.

He also bought some common medicinal herbs, so that when he arrived at the new place, he wouldn’t have to worry about lacking the materials to prepare the Replenishing Origin Soup.

After completing the preparations one by one, he stayed quietly in the small building, practicing his techniques every day, waiting for the person in charge of the handover to arrive.

...

Ten days later.

Accompanied by a humming sound, the huge cloud bat flying boat slowly rose into the sky.

Feeling the slight vibrations coming from the cabin wall behind him, Chen Mu’s heart gradually settled. He had grown accustomed to traveling from east to west.

"I wonder if I’ll ever have a chance to revisit this place."

Just as he was recalling the relatively peaceful days of the past year or so, a sudden sound of deer calling entered his ears.

This sound...

He looked around, only to find that the fellow disciples from the Lower Courtyard, whether meditating with closed eyes or whispering to each other, were paying no attention to this inexplicable deer call.

The Truthful Listening Technique was put into motion.

The view of Jilong Mountain below entered his mind.

The verdant green mountains were as usual, the breeze blowing over the terraced fields, causing a rustling sound.

An illusion, perhaps?

Chen Mu frowned slightly.

But just as he was about to withdraw the Truthful Listening Technique,

A massive creature abruptly entered his perception.

The thing was surrounded by swirling mist, filled with white smoke and bizarre insects. It had eight pallid, long legs, each as tall as Jilong Mountain.

On its head, fierce deer antlers, and its body was covered with a dense white bone which looked like thickets of grass and trees.

Merely being swept by the outline with the Truthful Listening Technique caused Chen Mu’s spirit to tremble. He felt as though he was a fly trapped in amber, completely unable to move.

Hum!

The cloud bat flying boat vibrated, and intense air currents surged forth. The boat’s wings curled slightly as the entire vessel quickly ascended into the sky.

Chen Mu snapped back to consciousness.

He activated the Truthful Listening Technique again.

Feathery white clouds drifted among the mountains, and little figures busied themselves in various places; Jilong Mountain was still as peaceful and tranquil as ever.

And that colossal creature from just a moment ago had vanished without a trace.

It was as if that terrifying glimpse had been nothing more than a figment of his imagination.

"Was it really just an illusion..." Chen Mu murmured absently, lost in thought.

Withering sickness, white smoke creatures, the world he had been gradually getting used to seemed to become hazy once again.

...

Clear skies for miles, the fierce sun overhead.

An endless expanse of dense forest stretched across the land like a green carpet.

Faint white mist, as soft as cotton, floated sporadically above the treetops.

Within the dense forest, accompanied by a succession of slight piercing sounds, several seven-star centipedes, each as tall as two stories and more than ten meters long, made their appearance.

Bearing loads covered with oilcloth, they moved in an orderly fashion through the forest.

Following them, a group of people in various kinds of clothing trudged along the path made by the centipedes, moving slowly forward.

Chen Mu was positioned towards the back of the column, cloaked in a grey robe, his head covered with a hood, silently marching on without a word.

This was half a month after he had left Jilong Mountain.

The Lower Courtyard of Gan River was too remote; the cloud bat flying boat didn’t go there.

Concerned about encountering danger while piloting his own flying kite, he had no choice but to leave the flying boat at a place called the Lower Courtyard of Lichuan and join this group of people, accompanying the Dao Sect’s transport team to the Lower Courtyard of Gan River.

Perhaps because it was situated behind Jilong Road, or maybe because the Primordial Energy at the edge of East Ridge was too depleted to be worth fighting over,

Throughout the journey, not to mention the roadbandits he had imagined, not even a slightly stronger exotic beast had appeared.

Feeling bored with the journey, he overheard a conversation.

In the front of the column, a tall, thin young man in grey clothes spoke impatiently, "Hey, brother, haven’t we been walking for eight or nine days now? Isn’t this Lower Courtyard of Gan River a bit too out of the way?"

The plump young man in brown clothes beside him had a calm expression, "We’re almost there."

The thin youth in grey curled his lip and whispered a complaint, "We shouldn’t have come."

"Look behind us. All of us from Hundred Workshops Hall are old fellows with no ambition. I tell you, this Lower Courtyard of Gan River is like an old folks’ home!"

"If you want to strike it rich, you have to head to the banks of Canglan River..."

The plump young man said nothing, just steadily continued walking forward.

The tall, thin young man seemed well accustomed to his brother’s silence and kept on grumbling to himself.

After a long while, when the thin young man had finally talked himself out, the plump young man in brown clothes spoke softly, "These old fellows have been wily in the Hundred Workshops Hall for many years, each more cunning than the last. Haven’t you wondered why they all headed to the Lower Courtyard of Gan River?"

The tall, thin youth paused, "...Why?"

"Because it’s safe!" The plump young man said earnestly.

"Isn’t that just another way of saying it’s an old folks’ home!" the thin young man couldn’t help but roll his eyes.

Chen Mu, who had overheard the entire conversation of the two men, couldn’t help but curl the corners of his mouth.

"Being young isn’t the problem."

"Cultivating immortality through Qi cultivation is a lengthy process; achieving success depends on being able to safely survive."

"Coming here was the right choice."

"Little brother is more steady than his elder, interesting indeed."

The tall and thin youth grumbled discontentedly around the short and stout youth.

He praised how wonderful the Lower Courtyard of Canglan was, with white jade everywhere, saying one could fill a sack just by picking it up. He complained about how terrible the Lower Courtyard of Gan River was and how awfully remote and desolate it is.

It was not until he had rattled on to the point of dryness, and had to take out his water flask for a drink, that the short and stout youth spoke indifferently, "Do you know where Gan River eventually leads to?"

"Could it lead to the Dragon Palace?" The tall and thin youth reflexively retorted.

The short and stout youth gave his brother a meaningful look.

Unable to help himself, the tall youth was taken aback, "No way?"

"Does Gan River also connect to Tongtian River?"

"Are we not far from the Heavenly River Water Mansion?!"

Not far from them, an old man with a goatee, dressed in black, approached with a cheery smile, "Wen Family lad, stunned, aren’t you? Learn a thing or two from your little brother."

"Indeed, the Lower Courtyard of Gan River is lacking, but as long as you’ve got the skills, you can go to the Heavenly River Water Mansion to earn resources."

"With this safe and steady channel, who would go to Canglan River to fight and risk their lives for money?"

The members of the Hundred Workshops Hall around them all chuckled merrily.

Chen Mu, who was not too far away, also smiled along.

There are clever people everywhere.

There were those brave and eager to seize the opportunity to make a quick fortune, like Jia Tian.

And then there were those like the members of the Hundred Workshops Hall before him, steady in their actions, favoring a slow and steady approach.

"So you think you’re the only ones clever and insightful, huh?" The tall and thin youth, obviously familiar with the surrounding people, was still stubborn, stiff-necked and persistent, "I think you all are just too cowardly, that’s why you chose this place..."

"Hey, Wen Family lad, don’t you doubt it."

"Even if our judgment is off, you can’t say that Mo Wuzhou of the Modu Court also has poor judgment, right?"

"That’s the Pill Treasure Pavilion’s Young Pavilion Master we’re talking about, a direct descendant of three generations."

"He personally volunteered to come here to supervise the construction of the Lower Courtyard of Gan River."

"What does that tell you? It shows that the Lower Courtyard of Gan River has unlimited potential!"

The tall and thin youth immediately froze in place.

Chen Mu, who was not too far away, also couldn’t help but stiffen.

A direct descendant of three generations?

Modu Court?

That sounds damn familiar!

He suddenly had a bad premonition.

...

The Lower Courtyard of Gan River was built within a vast pocket-shaped valley, with the mouth of the valley being the riverbed of Gan River.

A group of strong men carrying planks with the heavy stone slabs the size of door panels ran out of the valley in an orderly fashion. They looked like ants carrying gigantic leaves, moving in groups to transport them to the river bank. Read exclusive content at

There, another group of people gestured and chanted continuously. Mud surged up from the riverbed, water rising into the air, immediately covering the stone slabs, turning mud to stone as it enveloped and bound them together, quickly accumulating into a tidy embankment.

A deep-water ferry crossing, under the enhancement of various secret techniques, rapidly took shape.

Deep in the valley of Gan River, a small forest on a hillside suddenly gained a wooden hut.

The hut stood raised on supports, elevated two meters above the ground. Inside, it was simply divided into three sections: a bedroom, a living room, and a kitchen.

This was Chen Mu’s new dwelling in the Lower Courtyard of Gan River, which he had hired skilled hands from the Hundred Workshops Hall to build.

He habitually left a long corridor in front of the door, and even extended it with a roofing overhang. Even on rainy days, it would not hinder him from enjoying tea in the corridor and seeking solace.

A comfortable rocking chair was placed on the corridor. At this moment, Chen Mu was curled up in it.

He was enjoying the mountain breeze and the faint scent of wood, but he did not feel at ease at all; instead, he looked worried and troubled.

Over the past few days here, he had confirmed that the Courtyard Master of the Lower Courtyard of Gan River was indeed Mo Wuzhou.

"After all the effort to leave Jilong Mountain, have I run into Mo Wuzhou again? Tsk..."

"What if he discovers the Primordial Energy?"

"I definitely don’t want to lose the Exquisite Jade Plate."

"But the Hidden Qi Vine Mantle can only suppress Earth Spirit Vital Energy, not effective against Primordial Energy."

Chen Mu’s spirit sank into the Five Ghosts Bag, pushing aside a curious Ghost that had come closer, and began rummaging through a small compartment in the wooden rack.

After quite a while, he found several worn-out scrolls among a pile of miscellaneous books.

Chen Mu looked at the black leather books with mixed emotions.

The books were a collection of cultivation miscellanea from Liu Hongyang, who was adept at the Point Ground into Steel technique, came from the Hundred Workshops Hall, and had met Chen Mu on Mist Smoke Mountain.

After the death of Sun Wuhuan and the loss of the Sword Box, the Sun Family indiscriminately captured and interrogated many, and this Senior Brother Liu was implicated.

Due to the extreme nature of his techniques, it damaged Senior Brother Liu’s Jade Seed foundation, leading him to become radical and worship an Evil God. Ultimately he attacked Chen Mu, who then killed him in self-defense on the mountain of eagle sorrow.

These cultivation miscellanea recorded all of his cultivation insights, some of which related to wards and protections.

The altar to the Evil God built by that god Dong Yue had been concealed by Senior Brother Liu using those very wards.

"It managed to block the aura of an Evil God."

"Blocking some Primordial Energy shouldn’t be too hard, right..." Chen Mu scratched his head, feeling a bit uneasy and apprehensive.

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