The Remaining Two Years-Let's Stay Up on the Mountain!

After calming Xiao Hui down, Hao Shuai finally looked around his room.

Seeing that it was still quite clean and tidy even though he hadn't been there, he nodded in satisfaction.

It seemed the Qingyun Sect's servant disciples had still come to clean regularly over the past three years. Otherwise, with Xiao Hui the monkey around, Hao Shuai wouldn't have believed the place hadn't turned into a pigsty.

Interestingly, in the Cultivation World of the Zhu Xian World, there were spells like the escaping arts of Qimen Dunjia, but there weren't any of the more practical charms, such as the Dust Repelling Talisman.

As for fasting to cultivate immortality, there was even less to say.

Although the room looked quite tidy, Hao Shuai still waved his hand, and the Dust Repelling Spell formed in an instant, sweeping all the dust from the room.

Only then did he sit cross-legged on the Cloud Bed and consider what to do next.

There were still two years before the Seven Peaks Martial Arts Tournament and the subsequent trip to Liubo Mountain in the East Sea.

What should he do with those two years?

Should he keep making excuses to travel down the mountain?

Or stay on Qingyun Mountain and pretend to cultivate in seclusion?

There wasn't anywhere to go on his travels. After all, Hao Shuai had already visited pretty much everywhere worth going over the past two years.

He'd even been to the Sky-Piercing Giant Tree in the Western Great Marsh.

Thinking of the Sky-Piercing Giant Tree made Hao Shuai a little furious.

How was it that other transmigrators who went to the Heavenly Emperor's Treasury ahead of time could force its doors open with their strength?

But when it was his turn, no matter what Hao Shuai tried, the treasury's stone