The Old Well and the Sapling

Half a year passed in the blink of an eye.

The Exquisite 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 immortal dew after washing, and then another person entered with both hands offering medicinal pills. The entire process was completely silent; no one dared to make a sound.

It wasn't until the maid who fed the pills walked out again that the carved ebony and vermilion door slowly closed.

The manager sitting in the wheelchair finally breathed a sigh of relief, looking back and asking via voice transmission.

"Over the past half year, has His Excellency awakened?"

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

"Reporting to the manager."

"In the past half year, His Excellency has only awakened once. He casually asked a few questions about the situation in our Exquisite Pavilion, and then entered the Divine Source Dreamscape again."

"As for normal days, His Excellency's physical body is meticulously cared for by us without any mistakes. Please rest assured, manager!"

Hearing this, the manager nodded slightly.

"Mm, I know."

"How much of the resources in our treasury have been consumed over the past half year?"

The shopkeeper hurriedly took out the ledger, checked it carefully, and replied via voice transmission.

"Answering the manager..."

"The consumption of the various resources in our treasury is less than one-thousandth. In addition, various branches are continuously sending in resources. It is absolutely enough to support His Excellency in thoroughly comprehending the Divine Source Dreamscape!"

Hearing this, the manager finally nodded in satisfaction.

Everything was proceeding according to plan. The resources were indeed enough to support His Excellency's awakening; even if they had to wait until the seas ran dry and the rocks crumbled, it wouldn't be a big problem!

Now, all they could do, besides waiting for that person to arrive, was to quietly wait for these two to awaken one after another.

Thinking that everything was ready, expectation appeared in the manager's eyes. He casually tossed out another cigarette, filling the shopkeeper with joy.

Inside the private room they were waiting upon.

At this moment, Yi Feng had connected to the saved game memories, completely immersing himself in a brand new life, completely unaware of what was happening in the outside world.

He only felt that the game was becoming more and more realistic. Half a year had passed from beginning to end, and the solid sense of time made it difficult for Yi Feng to distinguish between real and fake.

In the game.

As a proud child of heaven, Yi Feng's growth rate was different from ordinary people. His original sect could no longer provide enough resources, so he could only participate in the sect competition, defeating all the outstanding talents to become the first in the competition.

As a result, his fame grew, and he was favored by the upper echelons of many sects, becoming the number one person of his generation in Qingzhou.

It just so happened that a Nine-Headed Blood Demon appeared in Qingzhou, and the common people suffered greatly. Yi Feng was duty-bound to lead the crowd to eliminate the demon, winning a total victory in one fell swoop and becoming famous for tens of thousands of miles!

Just as countless cultivators came to visit him out of admiration, Yi Feng quietly left, causing countless female cultivators to shed tears of regret, which was passed down as a beautiful tale by scholars.

Before long, ballads were sung everywhere in Qingzhou.

"The white-robed flying sword comes, eliminating demons while chatting and laughing. When the matter is over, he brushes his clothes and leaves, hiding his merit and fame."

As the ballad was widely sung, regardless of worldly commoners or male and female sect cultivators, they all had great respect for Yi Feng, taking him as a role model for their lives.

For a time, the trend of cultivation flourished in Qingzhou, and the name of the White-Robed Paragon grew even greater.

There were even cultivators from nearby prefectures who came uninvited, wanting to see Yi Feng's elegance. There were also young ladies from prominent families who did not hesitate to post portraits and make heavy promises to find Yi Feng.

Unfortunately, no one ever knew his whereabouts.

No one had ever thought.

The prodigy Yi Feng, whose name shook all the states, was now living in seclusion at the foot of the green mountains, sitting quietly in the courtyard, leisurely drinking wine and enjoying the scenery.

Looking at the towering green peaks around him, recalling his various recent experiences.

Yi Feng drank a full cup of clear wine, his eyes filled with unspeakable delight!

"Ha..."

"Eliminating demons and defending the Dao, fame spreading across the world!"

"This is a true immortal cultivator!"

While sighing with emotion, Yi Feng was full of expectations for the future. Even though he had already broken through to the Divine Palace Realm and opened up an inner world, he had not stopped his desire to become stronger!

As a few cups of clear wine went into his stomach, his mood became more and more relaxed, and he also calmed his brief excitement, starting to use his will to look inside the small world in his body.

He saw a piece of sandy land, about five miles in radius. In the center was a well. The well water was extremely clear but bottomless; even Yi Feng found it hard to see through.

Looking at that strange old well, Yi Feng muttered in his heart.

"What exactly is this well..."

"It would be one thing if I couldn't see it clearly in the past, but now that it's been put into the small world I opened up, logically speaking, nothing should escape the insight of my will. Why can't I still see through it?"

The more he thought about it, the more bizarre he felt, but he had no clue for a moment.

In his doubt, he looked towards the edge of this small world with his will again.

In his line of sight.

A seedling had broken out of the soil, taking root in the sand and growing two tender green new leaves, looking full of vitality.

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

Suddenly, Yi Feng was even more confused, muttering secretly to himself.

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

"I went to great lengths to find this well and a seed from a secret realm. I thought they were some kind of treasures, so I carefully put them into the Divine Palace world, but I didn't expect to still have no clue."

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

"Could it be that I overthought it and mistook trash for treasure?"

"Whatever..."

Yi Feng withdrew his will and shook his head secretly, drinking wine with a depressed look.

It was just that in a daze, the appearance of the old well and the sapling kept surfacing in his mind, and he always felt they were very familiar...