novelraw Chapter 992: Han Yu’s Vacation
Chapter 992: Han Yu’s Vacation
Chitterfang also entered retirement mode. The fat rat occupied an entire cushion beside Han Yu while a giant platter of spirit nuts sat next to him.
The rat did absolutely nothing.
He simply laid there while female rodents surrounded him. One peeled nuts, and one fed him while another fanned him using leaves.
Han Yu stared at the scene.
Then looked down at his own wine cup.
"...Why is your life better than mine?" he muttered.
Chitterfang proudly puffed his chest.
"Squeak."
Han Yu almost felt envious.
He briefly considered calling some female disciples over.
Then remembered... There were none.
His master had practically emptied the entire peak. Only Meng Jueyan remained alongside several slaves handling necessities. The peak itself never needed many people unless production work was happening.
Thus the giant luxurious peak felt oddly empty.
Han Yu spent his days eating.
Drinking.
Watching dramas.
Sleeping.
Walking around.
Sometimes he simply sat near the windows while winds blew outside.
The peace felt strange.
Pleasant.
Yet after a month... Even he became bored.
He finally understood why cultivators cultivated endlessly. There was only so much relaxation one could endure. He did not feel like actively cultivating either. His Qi cultivation had already reached the Adolescent Soul Stage of Nascent Soul Realm last year.
That pace alone was monstrous.
Reaching Adult Soul Stage would take time.
A lot of time.
Even Han Yu accepted that.
As for Soul Cultivation...
That was another matter entirely.
It was growing faster than ever.
The mirrors had become perfect generators along with the fear caused by Han Yu’s actions during the tournament.
Disciples interacted with them daily.
They laughed.
Argued.
Complained.
Boasted.
Got praised.
Got offended.
Everything produced Eight Emotions Energy.
And because Han Yu sat at the center of that network...
It all flowed toward him.
His Soul Space had become lively.
The Soul Sea expanded slowly every month.
The Eight Emotions Lotus danced happily almost all the time.
Yet despite all this growth...
Han Yu still felt no sign of breakthrough.
The Soul Grandmaster Realm remained distant.
He knew the name.
Nothing else.
No requirements.
No clues.
No memories.
Just a title.
He had spent many days pondering it.
Soul Master.
Soul Grandmaster.
There had to be some transformation involved.
The previous realm refined the True Soul into a corporeal state.
What came next?
He had no answer.
Thus he simply enjoyed life.
One afternoon Han Yu sat by a balcony overlooking the forests while wine bottles rested beside him and a half eaten platter of spirit meat lay nearby.
The formation screen before him played another drama.
This one involved two rival sect heirs fighting over inheritance.
Han Yu watched absentmindedly.
His thoughts drifted.
The sect below remained tense.
Patrols continued.
Investigations never stopped.
The disciples still feared shadows.
Meanwhile he sat there enjoying leisure.
It felt absurd.
The entire sect cowered under the threat of an invisible enemy.
That enemy...
Was currently arguing with a drama character through a formation screen.
"You idiot."
"She obviously likes you."
Han Yu sighed.
The male lead remained oblivious.
Chitterfang squeaked in agreement while chewing nuts.
Outside...
The Blood Sect remained anxious.
Inside Second Kidney Peak...
Han Yu finally experienced something rare.
Peace.
Though somehow that peace made him more uneasy than danger ever had. Because deep down he knew this quiet period would not last forever. Eventually he would move again.
And when he did... The sect would bleed once more.
A few more days later, Han Yu’s finally vacation ended. Not because he had exhausted the wine, not because he had finished the dramas and certainly not because he suddenly found motivation to cultivate.
He was simply bored.
After more than a month of lounging around while the entire sect walked around like frightened chickens, Han Yu finally decided enough was enough.
He needed entertainment.
And entertainment, for Han Yu, meant chaos.
He sat by the window of his residence with a cup of wine in hand while Chitterfang snored nearby atop his mountain of cushions.
Outside, his personal peak was peaceful.
Too peaceful.
Han Yu stared at the blood river in the distance.
Then sighed.
"Time to work again."
His body remained seated.
His soul quietly stepped out.
The now corporeal True Soul left his body with practiced ease. After all these months of experimentation, the process had become second nature to him.
He floated outside.
Fifteen kilometers.
That was his limit.
Being confined to his personal peak meant he could not move farther than that.
Still...
Fifteen kilometers was enormous.
Within that range alone nearly twenty peaks fell under his reach. Residential peaks, outer Court zones, training grounds, Minor halls, storage mountains... There was plenty to work with.
Han Yu drifted through the skies unseen while his spirit sense spread. Soon he settled upon a minor residential peak.
Outer Court disciples.
Weak.
Crowded.
Poor security.
Perfect.
Night descended as the disciples rested, some cultivated, some drank, some chatted quietly but most slept. Han Yu entered the first residence as a disciple slept peacefully.
He then activated Soul Needle as a tiny spike of Soul Qi entered. The disciple shuddered and his heartbeat stopped.
Silence was all that left before Han Yu moved on.
Another room.
Another disciple.
This one was awake.
The young man sat cross legged cultivating.
Han Yu entered his body.
The disciple froze.
A moment later Han Yu left.
The man collapsed unconscious.
Soul Needle activated and his heart stopped before he woke again.
Han Yu repeated it.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Hours passed.
The night remained quiet.
No screams.
No wounds.
No struggle.
Just sleep.
Peaceful sleep.
And by dawn... Nearly a quarter of the peak had died.
Han Yu returned home and his soul entered his body. He poured himself wine when Chitterfang woke up.
"Squeak?"
"Productive night." Han Yu answered.
The discovery happened the next afternoon.
Chaos exploded instantly.
A disciple entered a residence wondering why his fellow disciples had not come to see him that day and found three corpses.
Then another house.
Five more.
Then more.
And more.
The peak descended into panic.