The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 1240 - 531: Waking Up, Sudden Rain

Chapter 1240: Chapter 531: Waking Up, Sudden Rain

Autumn’s twilight was not bleak, the tawny sunlight lazy yet warm.

Liu Sheng, dressed casually, chuckled just like an ordinary old man.

"Not bad, all good children in the Judgment,"he said.

Liu Chudong revealed a smug expression, "These are carefully selected by your granddaughter!"

Whether it was Chi Changle or Wang Keng, they were personally selected and invited into the Judgment by Liu Chudong.

At that moment, Liu Sheng raised his eyebrows, and mentioned half-heartedly, "What about Qi Yuan from Ning Country? Why don’t I see him?"

Liu Sheng had a guess in his mind.

How coincidental for this Qi Yuan from Ning Country to appear?

He might have a special connection with that resurrected Shen Lin.

That was when Liu Chudong suddenly remembered something and muttered, "I don’t know if he has returned. Let’s go to his courtyard after you leave, Grandfather."

Liu Chudong led Liu Sheng towards Qi Yuan’s courtyard.

A soft knock on the door resounded, and Chen Kangbao poked his head out, looking curiously at the two.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, the young master has returned," Chen Kangbao said while continuing to eat his bun.

"He’s back, my grandfather wants to see him," Liu Chudong said and stepped towards the courtyard.

Chen Kangbao stretched out his hand to stop Liu Chudong, "The young master is sleeping. He ordered that no one should disturb him."

"Sleeping?" Liu Chudong mentioned hastily, "Wake him up!"

It was rare for her grandfather to be in a good mood to visit; such an opportunity was once in a blue moon.

Who wouldn’t want to meet a Divine Grade Soldier Commander, and receive guidance from one?

Chen Kangbao shook his head and said seriously, "The young master said not to wake him."

His gaze was firm, standing in front of Liu Chudong.

Liu Chudong was furious, "You’re delaying important matters, you..."

"Master’s sleep is the important matter," Chen Kangbao bluntly stated.

At that moment, Liu Chudong fell silent.

She felt pity for Qi Yuan.

Then, Liu Sheng asked with a chuckle, "How long till your young master wakes up?"

"I don’t know," Chen Kangbao shook his head.

Liu Chudong was even more speechless at that.

Liu Sheng glanced into the courtyard and said, "Since I have nothing else to do, I might as well wait here."

Hearing this, Liu Chudong showed a look of surprise and confusion in her eyes.

Wait?

Grandfather is waiting for Brother Qi to wake up?

Liu Chudong was extremely puzzled.

She naturally didn’t think it was her influence that made her grandfather wait.

He is a Divine Grade Soldier Commander—a figure to be revered by even his relatives.

There must be a deeper meaning to Grandfather’s actions.

She lowered her head, lost in thought, seriously waiting.

From twilight to deep night, Liu Chudong and Liu Sheng waited outside the courtyard.

The room’s door remained closed, Liu Chudong looked puzzled, "Brother Qi still hasn’t woken up? When will he wake up?"

Chen Kangbao shook his head, "I don’t know."

"It’s fine, he’ll wake up by tomorrow morning at the latest. Grandfather, you..." Liu Chudong looked at Liu Sheng, slightly afraid he would get angry.

After all, making a Divine Grade Soldier Commander wait outside all night, even for the whole night, was unprecedented for Brother Qi.

Liu Sheng merely smiled warmly, glanced inside the room, and said, "No hurry, I am currently free."

At that, Chen Kangbao spoke, "The young master might not wake up tomorrow morning."

"What?" Liu Chudong was stunned, "He isn’t hurt, is he? How can a normal person sleep so long?"

"Hmph, the young master is a Heavenly God descended to earth, what’s three thousand years of sleep to him?" Chen Kangbao proudly stated.

Liu Chudong fell silent; clearly, Chen Kangbao was delusional.

Meanwhile, Liu Sheng narrowed his eyes, as if realizing something, and scrutinized Chen Kangbao’s eyes.

After a long while, he chuckled and said, "To think such a curious incident exists in this world, I shall wait here to see how many months your young master can sleep."

...

Rain fell upon LinHai City.

Light and gentle.

When the wind stirred, it raised waves.

In the tavern, a storyteller, his hair and beard all white, small in stature with his clothes bearing six or seven patches (albeit finely sewn), cleared his throat.

"The story goes, on that day, sudden frost in June, five horses positioned in the east, south, west, north, and center directions, a courtesan bound by ropes.

To behead a Prince was to face the penalty of dismemberment by five horses!

But who would have known, sudden frost in June!"

Though the old man’s voice was aged, it resonated with strength and modulation.

The townsfolk in the tavern listened, their expressions mixed with anticipation.

And at that moment, a young man wearing a Confucian robe lowered his head, his face showing fear, "Should we be listening to this?"

Though the story of the courtesan beheading the Third Prince was something he had heard in his childhood.

However, such tales had long been banned in Rakshasa Country.

Even if they were spoken of, it was only in secret.

Where... could it be brought out into the open?

Even in Dingbo State!

"Finally, the God of Judgment descended, and the courtesan was acquitted!

How about that, Prince or not, equal in crime!" the old storyteller energetically continued.

"Wonderful!"

The diners in the tavern applauded and cheered.

Suddenly, a diner lowered his voice, "Did you hear? The Blood Cloud Bandits who plagued all corners were annihilated, the handiwork of this God of Judgment!"

"You’re an outsider, aren’t you? Why rely on hearsay? The news has already spread all over LinHai City!"

"Heh heh, the God of Judgment... has returned!"

"He... has finally returned." An old man in tattered short hemp clothes, drinking muddy yellow wine, added.

"Involving the courtesan like that,"

Meanwhile, in a corner, an old woman dressed in plain cloth attire, sounds from the tavern reaching her ears, her face showing a reflective expression.

"Hard to believe, but when I look back, a hundred and twenty years have passed."

Though wearing coarse hemp clothes, her unique demeanor couldn’t be hidden, and by her facial contours and brow line, one could tell she was also a beauty in her youth.

"Assembly Leader, it’s been a hundred years since Shen Lin disappeared. We’ve finally waited," spoke a limping old man.