The celebration in White Village had nothing to do with Chen Yan.
Inside the room, Chen Yan began sorting through his spoils.
Most of them were useless to Chen Yan, things like food and low-grade medicinal herbs.
There were also several hundred stalks of Reverse Evil Grass, which could shield people from Malice.
Aside from those, the rest was what interested Chen Yan.
Nearly a hundred Realm Fruits!
Chen Yan examined them carefully. Most were Third- and Fourth-Order Realm Fruits, and there were seven Creation Realm Fruits.
"I can eat my fill now."
Chen Yan pointed with one finger. Qi and Blood power spilled out and began grinding the Realm Fruits to pieces.
As the Qi and Blood ground them down, the fruits' skins split, and green juice trickled out.
Under the gentle grinding of the Qi and Blood, the pulp gradually took on a blue sheen. Warm mist rose at its touch, and faint, spiritual chimes seemed to ring in his ears.
At last, it became a clear, blue bead the size of a pellet.
Chen Yan opened his mouth and swallowed the bead. A wondrous power immediately unfurled inside him, then gathered deep in the space between his brows.
Deep within Chen Yan's brow, where his mind lay, the energy of two status ranks—one blue, one red—was instantly replenished.
A familiar yet strange sensation surfaced once more.
"Big Brother... walk slower."
A clear voice rang beside Chen Yan's ear.
Chen Yan's expression shifted. He realized that, somehow, he had appeared in another world.
Dark clouds, black as ink, drenched the horizon, shrouding the grassland in gloom.
The short grasses lay pressed to the ground, and the distant ovoo was little more than a blurry outline.
The air felt stifling, and every gust carried the damp chill of rain.