The Ghost Who Can't Find His Way Back

On the edge of a not-so-high cliff sat a figure wearing tattered blue clothes.

Below the cliff, waves churned like a sea. But Chen Xia had never seen a green sea before, nor ever seen an upside down mountain.

Since falling through the Stargate, he had awakened from this green sea, not knowing how long he had been soaking in it. It was probably pickled.

Anyway, it smelled a bit bad.

The first thing after waking up was scanning his consciousness, and the news was not good.

He was heavily injured.

And the sword tip of that immortal sword was suspended in the center of his Sword Sea, becoming the leader of his three million flying swords. Even the Bronze Sword had to bow its head to it.

Chen Xia's thoughts moved, and he was able to use that immortal sword. But the problem was that the cost of using it was too great. Even Old Fisherman, the saint, could hardly withstand it, let alone his current heavily injured body.

Then he checked his points, not many, only two hundred. That meant he had only been soaking in this green sea for two hundred years.

Chen Xia added all the points to his luck, hoping for better fortune. Then he dragged his injured body and climbed ashore.

He stood on the shore, with the sea surging up to his feet from time to time.

Chen Xia blankly looked at the sea, not knowing where to go.

There were big mountains all around, and in the far distance there was even an upside down high mountain, blurred and unclear.

Aimless.

So Chen Xia sat on the cliff by the seaside, crossed his legs and leaned his cheek on his hand, looking at the sea and making plans for the future.

He was heavily injured now, and should slowly recuperate, stabilizing his energy and cultivation before anything else.

But if he relied on himself to recover, it would likely be a long process, and could even leave hidden injuries. He still needed some pills to take.

When he was bored, he thought back to the Blue Sky Sword Sea.

He had all kinds of emotions, and couldn't say he was very happy, but he wasn't too sad either.

Chen Xia shook his head, not thinking about these messy things. The most important thing now was to get his body back in order.

In addition, his connection with his external avatar had also disappeared. It was probably because they were too far apart, the signal was not good. It would be fine once his cultivation level rose, or when he returned in the future.

At present, his external avatar was in the Dead Star Realm, safely absorbing the power of dead stars, so Chen Xia did not need to worry too much about it.

He tidied up his tattered clothes, which got even more tattered. There was no other way, he could only drag along this blue shirt like a street performer as he walked towards the front, towards the upside down mountain.

Seeing the mountain makes the horse skinny.

This was indeed true. In order to nurture his energy and blood, without using any spiritual energy, Chen Xia only walked for several days and nights, but he could still only see a blurry image of the upside down mountain.

Fortunately, there were more travelers on the road, real people of Chen Xia's race, not the five colors and shapes of other races.

When the travelers saw Chen Xia, they couldn't help but take a few more looks. Mainly because his outfit was too eye-catching, with barely any clothes on.

Chen Xia was also very polite in asking the travelers, "Brother, what's special about that upside down mountain up ahead?"

The traveler was a young man in luxurious clothes. His eyebrows raised and he said disdainfully, "You don't even know about Little Cinnabar Hall? What are you doing coming here?"

"First time here, unfamiliar with the place." Chen Xia also did not get angry, and continued to chuckle and reply.

The young man looked Chen Xia up and down, and his expression became even more contemptuous. "Humph, you must be a wild man who fled here from outside the realm. Even when you got to the Qing Province region, you're still dressed like this."

"More or less." Chen Xia remained calm and smiling. He was indeed a wild man from the Blue Sky Sword Sea.

The young man shook his head. "Luckily this is the human race's territory, under the jurisdiction of Little Cinnabar Hall. Otherwise, if you were seen by one of those ancient clan chiefs, who knows, they might flay you alive."

Chen Xia rubbed his nose without commenting or judging.

Let the ancient clans come and see who would flay who.

Although the young man's attitude was arrogant and domineering, he still pointed Chen Xia in a direction.

"Ahead, on the upside down mountain, is Little Cinnabar Hall. Since you fled here from outside the realm, just report to Little Cinnabar Hall. Perhaps you can get the status of an alchemy attendant, grinding medicine for those alchemy masters, which would at least give you food and shelter."

It just so happened that Chen Xia did need pills, so he nodded in acknowledgment. "Mm."

The young man looked Chen Xia up and down again, nodded his head and said.

"Being able to escape from outside the realm and make it to the Qing Province region where there are the most people of our race, you really have some ability. And to get to the area under Little Cinnabar Hall's jurisdiction, you're pretty lucky!"

"I've never lacked luck." Chen Xia replied plainly, continuing to drag his tattered blue shirt as he headed towards the upside down mountain.

The young man suddenly added.

"If after reporting to Little Cinnabar Hall they still refuse to take you in, then come find me. Just go forward another three hundred li from Little Cinnabar Hall to Hong Mansion. My name is Huang Can, remember my name and you'll be allowed in to be a servant. At least you'll have food and shelter."

Chen Xia did not look back. His temper now was much better than before, otherwise even though Huang Can had pointed the way, he would be planted headfirst into the ground right now.

The road to Little Cinnabar Hall was not short. The closer it got, the more travelers there were like Chen Xia.

It was just that among them, Chen Xia was definitely the most eye-catching with his bizarre clothes. No matter how luxurious your clothes, none could compare to how Chen Xia's rags stood out.

When the journey was about halfway, there was suddenly a huge figure emerging from the sky, like a giant bird flying across the sky.

The travelers on the road all hurriedly knelt down, heads pressed hard to the ground, not daring to look up at the huge figure flying overhead.

Only Chen Xia squinted, observing.

This should be one of the ancient clans. Chen Xia had seen it before in the encyclopedia of Blue Sky Sword Sea. It had five horns on its head, wings wider than its body, snow white with crimson red. It was a White Flame Sparrow.

A not particularly powerful ancient clan.

However, even if it was not particularly powerful, the travelers by the roadside still knelt down in worship, and from their trembling bodies, it seemed they were really afraid.

These travelers also had some cultivation, but none were high. Chen Xia sensed that the strongest among them had at best reached the peak of Foundation Building, not even at the Golden Core realm. No wonder they were so afraid.

After all, in the eyes of an ancient clan in the Mountain Moving realm, humans of the Foundation Building stage and mortals were no different.

Fortunately, the White Flame Sparrow did not linger, and flew past very quickly.

The travelers waited for a while before daring to stand up. Some who saw Chen Xia had remained standing thought he was frightened silly, and did not pay more attention.

Among them there were also kind ones who gave a reminder.

"In the future, when you see these ancient clan chiefs, kneel down quickly, otherwise your life will not be guaranteed."

Chen Xia did not reply, and continued to drag his tattered blue shirt towards the upside down mountain.

Ancient clan chiefs?

This was the first time he had heard this term. In the Blue Sky Sword Sea, the ancient clans were the lowest existence, the kind that got no good fortune but could not escape misfortune.

He didn't expect that in this realm, the ancient clans could be called chiefs.

He didn't know if it was because the Blue Sky Sword Sea had broadened his horizons, or this place was just too weak.

Chen Xia shook his head, and quickened his pace a little. In three days, he arrived at the foot of the upside down mountain along with the stream of people.

Cultivators in cyan and white cinnabar robes came to interrogate, understanding where these travelers were from.

The oddly dressed Chen Xia received special attention and was asked first. The cultivator frowned with his hands behind his back and asked,

"Which sect are you from?"

"Uh..." Chen Xia thought carefully for a moment, then softly replied after a while.

"Weixi Town."

"Weixi Town?" The cultivator raised his eyebrows, his tone rising a few degrees. "Never heard of it, you must have fled here from outside the realm, right?"

Chen Xia rubbed his nose, not denying it. "Mm, I did flee here."

"Humph, in recent years, you refugee people of the human race have been increasing. You all look like you can't find home." The cultivator shook his head in disapproval.

"Indeed." Chen Xia nodded in rare agreement.

He was indeed a homeless lone ghost.