The Immortal Estate, I'm Back!

Seclusion?

Like hell I was going into seclusion!

That sword technique was too complicated. I couldn't understand a thing!

Inside his room, Chen Zhuo held his forehead as he thought.

Uncle-Master Xu Chan's meaning was obvious: use these two months to see how much talent Chen Zhuo had for the sword.

For the next two months, the Immortal Boat would stop at the markets along its route as usual and continue recruiting new disciples.

So Chen Zhuo had a full two months to comprehend the sword.

But what Chen Zhuo heard wasn't that he had two months to comprehend the sword. It was that no one would bother him for two months, and he could finally travel back and forth to the Immortal Estate!

That was what mattered most!

The Ancient Immortal Realm might be rich in Spiritual Qi, but without his medicine, his supposed Heavenly Spiritual Root would be exposed sooner or later!

Time to go back and stock up.

Chen Zhuo breathed out. First, he sucked the last of the Qi Mist Transformation medicine from his Electronic Cigarette. Then, after fiercely circulating his Spiritual Qi, he left the Sword Case containing the Blood Sword in his room and quietly channeled Spiritual Qi into his passage. Black light flashed, and he vanished from the Ancient Immortal Realm.

Soon,

Chen Zhuo returned to the Immortal Estate after thirteen days away.

The moment he opened his eyes, he felt Spiritual Qi so faint it might as well not have existed.

"Ah, I can't breathe."

The concentration of Spiritual Qi here filled Chen Zhuo with despair.

It was far too thin.

Not that he actually couldn't breathe. Right now, Chen Zhuo just wanted to turn the resources he had brought from the Ancient Immortal Realm into Spirit Coins.

First, Chen Zhuo opened