Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now!

Chapter 806 - 242: [Reward] (6400)

Hmm, but you’re just the lowest-ranked walking disciple in the Outer Sect, so you can’t have a private courtyard. You’ll have to share with disciples of the same level..."

At the mention of sharing, Chen Yan immediately lost interest.

Back in reality, I lived in a luxurious villa spanning hundreds of square meters.

And now in the Domain Realm, I have to rent with someone else?

Seeing Chen Yan’s lack of interest, the Steward knew it didn’t catch Chen Yan’s fancy. After thinking for a moment, he smiled and said, "But spacious... it’s not impossible.

I wonder if Junior Brother Zhao would mind a place that’s too damp?"

"Huh?"

"There is a place, spacious and secluded, rarely visited. But the humidity and dampness there are too heavy, and disciples from our sect don’t like living there."

Chen Yan sighed.

Based on countless online novels I’ve read and my own experiences...

"Senior brother, this place you’re talking about, it’s not some haunted house or graveyard, is it?"

"Rest assured, it’s definitely not a haunted house!"

Chen Yan: "..."

·

Of course, a haunted house is out of the question.

The grand sect of a Saint would definitely have great fortune, and there wouldn’t be talk of haunted places.

Even if there were, what ghost would dare roam the grounds of a Saint’s sect?

Wouldn’t that be like a mouse diving into a cat’s den?

But then again...

·

Half an hour later, Chen Yan was already standing at this "excessively damp" place.

Standing with him was that Steward from the Artifact Hall.

Let me put it this way.

The entire Celestial Demon Yin Yang Joyful Sect is like a mountain sheared in half.

The upper half ascended into mid-air, becoming the Immortal Mountain Inner Sect.

The lower half is where the Outer Sect is now located.

The Outer Sect’s location is at the cut surface of this sheared mountain.

And this heavily humid place is at the southwestern edge of that cut surface.

Just a few steps further and you’d be at the cliff’s edge.

And the reason for the dampness...

The Immortal Mountain Inner Sect, floating mid-air, has waterfalls flowing down constantly, never ceasing all year round.

But that mountain is floating mid-air! The waterfalls from the Immortal Mountain naturally become rainfall mid-air!

Coincidentally, this waterfall descends to the southwest of the mountain peak.

It falls precisely on the southwestern edge of the cut surface of the Outer Sect.

Standing here just a few minutes, Chen Yan wiped his face with his hand and it was full of moisture.

Yeah, this doesn’t quite qualify as rain, more like a misty veil.

It’s like that tiniest drizzle of early spring. Even standing in it for a while, your clothes wouldn’t get wet, but touching your hair, it’d be drenched.

Moreover, what made Chen Yan a bit helpless...

"And this is what you call not a haunted house?"

"Yeah, Junior Brother, I said it wasn’t a haunted house! But... I didn’t say it wasn’t a graveyard."

Chen Yan widened his eyes, looking at the small courtyard before him.

And... outside the courtyard, lined up next to the cliff’s edge, was a row of...

Gravestones.

·

That Steward took out a jade-carved key, gently unlocking the small courtyard’s lock.

As he inserted the key and turned it, a faint glimmer above the courtyard dissipated. Chen Yan recognized it, probably some kind of restriction array.

As Chen Yan and the Steward walked into the courtyard, Chen Yan felt a bit relieved.

The damp feeling from the falling rain vanished as soon as they stepped in, no longer that misty sensation brushing against the face.

Looking up, there was indeed an arched, scattered shield overhead, blocking the fine mist from the waterfall overhead the Immortal Mountain.

The rain was gone, but the air was still quite humid.

Chen Yan sighed; in a place like this, any mortal staying for two months would end up with rheumatism!

The courtyard was divided into two wings, east and west.

Chen Yan’s room was on the east side, with one row of rooms divided into three sections.

After a quick glance, the room seemed dry enough—though still fairly damp. The desk felt gloomy.

One bedroom, one practice room, one utility room.

To Chen Yan’s surprise, there was a furnace in the utility room, along with an anvil.

"Junior Brother, you see, whether for Alchemy or Artifact Refining, it’s handy here." The Steward smiled. "And it’s peaceful here; you won’t normally find anyone here. Only on two fixed days each year, will anyone..."

"Yeah, one is Qingming, and the other is the Ghost Festival, right?"

Chen Yan remarked sourly.

The Steward chuckled.

Chen Yan opened the window, pointing to the west wing. "How about that side? Is it mine too?"

"Oh, not quite."

The Steward looked a bit odd, took out a booklet from his sleeve, flipped through it, and said, "Well, according to the records, the west wing houses a Tomb Guardian, who usually maintains the graveyard. He’s an old Outer Disciple, been living here for over sixty years. Probably one of the most untalented in the Outer Sect, with no future in cultivation, placed here to do this work."

"Do Outer Disciples also do menial tasks?"

"The records state he’s the cemetery’s Steward, a Steward, not a menial worker."

Chen Yan frowned, "So, apart from this Steward, are there any menial workers here?"

"Uh..."

Alright, I get it.

A nominal Steward, but basically just a loner, an old Outer Disciple.

What do you call this? A titular Chief Financial Officer, but the entire finance department consists solely of him.

Identity as an Outer Disciple, doing menial work.

"I haven’t met the person, but from the booklet’s records, he’s the lowest-grade disciple in the Outer Sect—like you—so you don’t have to worry about him bullying you. Also, Junior Brother, since you just made a contribution, the third accomplishment has already been reported, and in a few days, you’ll ascend to the First Grade.