Ahhh… sunshine!
The young man had a good stretch as he sat up in his narrow wooden bed. He picked up a bronze mirror to check his looks even as the morning sunbeams filtered through the room.
The young man had a glow that emanated radiantly with spiritual energy.
“Such a handsome face!”
Xu Xiaoshou pushed the window open and looked at the rising sun. He then realized that he had probably slept for two nights.
Xu Xiaoshou had gone through a harrowing journey of testing situations beginning with the battles in the Tianxuan Gate, right up to when the Holy Vassal attacked the Spirit Palace. The experience left him mentally drained and there was no way just sleeping for half a night would have helped him recuperate and get back in top shape.
He stared at the gaping hole in the ceiling with sunlight streaming through and heaved a heavy sigh.
“Hm, good thing it did not rain last night. Otherwise, I would have had to sleep in the library,” Xu Xiaoshou murmured.
Everything at the back of the mountain was in shambles. Xu Xiaoshou’s new home was already in ruins—he had not even had time to get acquainted with it. And it was for this reason that he remained in the Outer Yard.
He was sleeping in a guestroom.
It was a room with no roof or windows.
Elder Sang had said little that night. He left as soon as he learned what Xu Xiaoshou went through in the Tianxuan Gate.
Judging from the prickly reaction of the Elder, it appeared that he was looking to find fault with the Holy Vassal.
Xu Xiaoshou wondered if anything would come of it.
Su Qianqian and Rao Yinyin were both in critical condition. When Xu Xiaoshou paid them a visit, Su Qianqian was still unconscious.
Rao Yinyin was hardly any better, and she was in a dazed, semi-conscious state.
He left them a jar of honey and left soon after.
With Rao Yinyin around, he reckoned Su Qianqian would be somewhat comforted. So he headed off and decided he would be back later.
It was a pity that Xu Xiaoshou could not dupe the masked man into handing him the famed sword.
Yes, the sword was still in the possession of the masked man.
…
He walked out of the guestroom and found the compound laid waste from the devastation of the Holy Vassal. He frowned at the sight of countless craters that marked the ground.
He had an immediate urge to fix the damages, for it was still his property after all. There would be occasions in the future where he might need to stay in the Outer Yard.
It was a thought he harbored as he pushed the door open and considered going to the Spiritual Affairs Division to see to it.
A place of his own, in both the Inner Yard and the Outer Yard.
Not bad… not bad at all.
People streamed in and out of the Spiritual Affairs Division all the time. The process of getting anything done there was exceedingly complex. Around a hundred people could enter the building at once, and outside, there was constantly an endless stream of people waiting.
And, given that the Spirit Palace had just recruited a group of new trainees recently, people were excited as many were there to either give or accept assignments.
Whatever the reason, the place was filled with people.
“Look! It is Xu Xiaoshou, our Big Brother Xu!”
“Where? Where?”
“Huh? Why does he only have one head?”
“Yeah, and where are his wings?”
“Wings? Did he not have golden horns and dragon scales? Does he need wings to fly?”
“Huh?”
As soon as Xu Xiaoshou made his appearance, the place was abuzz with chatter.
: Doubted, Passive Points +146.
: Impressed, Passive Points +66.
: Envied, Passive Points +48.
Xu Xiaoshou was at a loss for words.
There was a flood of confusing information pouring into his Information Bar. Listening to the others gossiping about him, Xu Xiaoshou wore a sullen expression as he stepped inside the Spiritual Affairs Division building.
Well, it looked like I’m already famous, huh?
But why are the rumors making me out to be like I’m some other-worldly creature?
He mulled over that.
What’s all this talk about me having three heads and six arms, golden horns, and dragon scales?
What sort of nonsense is that? They know I’m still human, right?
The only solace he got from all the uproar was that he had racked up his passive points, and his numbers skyrocketed as expected.
The trip he made to the Spiritual Affairs Division building had already racked him several thousands of points.
: Passive Points: 19899.
Just as he expected, not leaving with the masked man had been the correct choice, after all.