West of Yonglu Mountain, beyond the Tenfold Mountains, lay unknown lands they had never set foot in. After several rounds of consideration, Wen Xu accepted twenty tasks in total, some difficult and some easy. By his calculations, as long as they completed half of them, it would roughly cover the sect contribution requirement.
"Hehe, we're out! Wait a second, I'll send Lin Congcong a Communication Talisman before we go."
Wen Xu: "...Didn't you say you'd already bid him farewell yesterday?"
"Well, who told him to jab at me with 'True Person' every other word? He hid from me for so long before that, and he didn't even congratulate me in person when I advanced to Golden Core. He's just jealous that I reached Golden Core before him!"
If Wen Xu remembered correctly, although Lin Congcong had not offered congratulations in person, he had at least sent a Golden Core gift. "As long as you're happy."
After Bian Chunchou finished showing off the first stop of their trial journey, he looked at the lush Tenfold Mountains and suddenly spoke. "Um, if I said I wanted to return to the Rogue Cultivator Alliance now, would that be a little abrupt?"
"Is something wrong?"
Bian Chunchou scratched beside his ear. "Ten years have passed. It's about time I went back to sweep the grave." Though he had only been his bargain-bin father, he had lacked the chance before. Now that he was out, it would not do to care only about his own happiness.
When he had transmigrated here, the original owner's body had already been dead for an entire night. He had no idea how the man had died. It took him a long time to adapt and regain his physical condition before he could go out, socialize, and gather information.
Then