Chapter 1444: The Old Well And The Sapling

Half a year had passed in the blink of an eye.

The Linglong Pavilion was bustling with activity.

At the entrance of a luxurious private room on the seventh floor.

A delicate maid walked out of the room carrying a bowl of immortal dew after the morning routine, while another maid entered with a pill in her hands. The entire process was eerily silent, with no one daring to make a sound.

Only after the maid who fed the pill exited did the dark wooden, intricately carved vermilion door slowly close.

The manager, seated in a wheelchair, finally let out a quiet sigh of relief. He turned his head and sent a voice transmission to inquire.

"Has the lord awakened at all in the past six months?"

Behind him, the shopkeeper quickly bowed and replied via voice transmission.

"Reporting to the manager."

"In the past six months, the lord has only awakened once. He casually asked a few questions about the state of our Linglong Pavilion before returning to the divine source dream."

"As for the rest of the time, we have been meticulously tending to the lord's physical body, ensuring no mistakes. Please rest assured, manager!"

Hearing this, the manager nodded slightly.

"Good, I understand."

"How much of our treasury's resources have been consumed over the past six months?"

The shopkeeper promptly pulled out an account book, carefully reviewed it, and replied via voice transmission.

"Reporting to the manager..."

"Less than one-thousandth of our treasury's resources have been consumed. Moreover, resources are continuously being sent from various branches, ensuring that we have more than enough to support the lord's complete immersion in the divine source dream!"

Hearing this, the manager finally nodded in satisfaction.

Everything was proceeding according to plan. The resources were indeed sufficient to sustain the lord's awakening, even if it took an eternity!

For now, all they could do was wait—wait for that person to arrive and for these two individuals to awaken in due time.

Thinking that everything was in place, the manager's eyes gleamed with anticipation. He casually tossed out a luxurious cigarette, much to the shopkeeper's delight.

Inside the private room where they were waiting.

At this moment, Yi Feng had already reconnected with his saved game memory and was fully immersed in a new life, completely unaware of what was happening in the outside world.

He only felt that the game had become increasingly realistic. Half a year had passed, and the tangible sense of time made it difficult for Yi Feng to distinguish between reality and illusion.

In the game.

Yi Feng, as a prodigious talent, grew at an extraordinary pace. His original sect could no longer provide sufficient resources, so he had no choice but to participate in the sect's grand competition. There, he defeated numerous talented individuals and emerged as the champion.

As a result, his fame grew, and he caught the attention of many high-ranking figures from various sects, becoming the top figure of his generation in Qingzhou.

Coincidentally, nine blood demons appeared within Qingzhou, wreaking havoc on the populace. Yi Feng took it upon himself to lead a group to exterminate the demons, achieving a resounding victory and earning widespread fame across thousands of miles!

Just as countless cultivators sought him out to pay their respects, Yi Feng quietly disappeared, leaving many female cultivators heartbroken and shedding tears. This incident became a legendary tale among scholars.

Soon, ballads about him spread throughout Qingzhou.

"Clad in white, he wields his flying sword, vanquishing demons with ease. Once the deed is done, he departs without a trace, leaving behind no name."

As the ballads spread far and wide, both common folk and cultivators—male and female alike—held Yi Feng in high regard, seeing him as a role model for their lives.

For a time, the cultivation culture in Qingzhou flourished, and the reputation of the "White-Clad Prodigy" grew even more prominent.

Even cultivators from neighboring regions came seeking him, hoping to catch a glimpse of Yi Feng's grace. Noble ladies from prestigious families went so far as to post portraits and offer generous rewards to locate him.

Yet, no one ever discovered his whereabouts.

No one could have imagined.

The prodigy who had shaken multiple regions, Yi Feng, was now living in seclusion at the foot of a green mountain, sitting quietly in his courtyard, leisurely drinking wine and enjoying the scenery.

Gazing at the towering green peaks around him and reflecting on his recent experiences.

Yi Feng downed a full cup of clear wine, his eyes filled with indescribable satisfaction!

"Ha..."

"Exterminating demons, upholding justice, and spreading my name across the world!"

"This is what it truly means to be a cultivator!"

As he sighed with emotion, Yi Feng felt a surge of anticipation for the future. Even though he had already broken through to the Divine Mansion Realm and opened up an inner world within himself, his desire to grow stronger had not waned!

After a few more cups of wine, his mood relaxed further, and the brief excitement subsided. He began to use his consciousness to inspect the small world within his body.

What he saw was a patch of sandy soil, roughly five miles in diameter. In the center stood an old well, its water crystal clear but unfathomably deep. Even Yi Feng couldn't see to the bottom.

Staring at the strange old well, Yi Feng couldn't help but feel puzzled.

"What exactly is this well..."

"Normally, I wouldn't be able to see through it, but now that it's inside the small world I've created, shouldn't my consciousness be able to perceive everything? Why can't I see through it?"

The more he thought about it, the stranger it seemed, but he couldn't figure it out.

Still puzzled, he shifted his consciousness to the edge of the small world.

In his vision.

A sapling had sprouted from the sandy soil, taking root and growing two tender green leaves, full of vitality.

Unfortunately, he couldn't tell what kind of tree it was.

This only deepened Yi Feng's confusion, and he muttered to himself.

"I can't see through the well, and I don't recognize this tree..."

"I went through so much trouble to retrieve this well and a seed from a secret realm, thinking they were treasures. That's why I carefully placed them in my Divine Mansion world. But now, I'm still clueless."

"The seed has sprouted and grown into a tree, but the well hasn't changed at all."

"Did I overthink this? Did I mistake trash for treasure?"

"Forget it, forget it..."

Yi Feng withdrew his consciousness, shaking his head in frustration as he sipped his wine.

Yet, in his daze, the images of the old well and the sapling kept resurfacing in his mind, feeling oddly familiar...