Courtyard No. 7, Bing Block.
Even the name reeked of being unwanted.
When Chen Chen pushed open the creaking wooden door that looked ready to fall apart at any moment, the sight before him confirmed that his guess had been entirely correct.
The courtyard was not large, but the weeds grew taller than a man. Rotten timber was piled in the corners, giving off a damp, moldy stench. The three wooden houses directly ahead were even more dilapidated. Several roof tiles were missing, and holes had been torn through the window paper. Whenever the wind blew, they howled and moaned as if the place were haunted.
The thin Spiritual Energy in the air, so sparse it was practically negligible, made Chen Chen frown deeply.
"They really think highly of me."
Chen Chen gave a self-mocking laugh, but did not take it too much to heart.
For someone like him, who possessed a Heaven-grade Cultivation Art, sparse Spiritual Energy had little effect. He cultivated through the system, through Cultivation Points seized by killing others—not through the Spiritual Energy between heaven and earth.
On the contrary, this godforsaken place drew no attention, making it perfect for doing a few things of his own.
He did not rush to clean up. Instead, he carefully inspected the entire courtyard first. His Spiritual Power spread like spilled mercury, seeping into every inch of earth and every brick and tile.
Only after confirming there were no surveillance arrays or restrictions did he let out a breath.
It seemed that although Wang Hao's group was arrogant, they did not dare openly use such despicable methods to monitor a new disciple within the sect. What they preferred, most likely, was to suppress and humiliate him in plain sight.
Chen Chen entered the main house, and a thick smell