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Chapter 634: Junior Brother, Won’t You Show Some Respect to Your Senior Brother?_1

Chapter 634: Chapter 634: Junior Brother, Won’t You Show Some Respect to Your Senior Brother?_1

Reading.

After Qingling left, Carson Flores didn’t rush to cultivate those spells or the Sword Control Technique; instead, he started reading the Newcomer’s Handbook.

Although Carson had already learned a lot from Elise Parry and Emilio Compton, every Heavenly Cave had different rules, and naturally, he needed a clear understanding.

After reading carefully, Carson gained quite an understanding of the lifestyle of the cultivators in the Nutwood Heavenly Cave.

The Nutwood Heavenly Cave had rich Spiritual Energy, suitable for cultivation. Cultivators usually focused on their practice in their own caves. Besides cultivating, they could enter the Secret Realm to gain experience and acquire various spoils of war. These spoils would be used in crafting elixirs, weapons, armor, or for other purposes.

Simply put, entering the Secret Realm to gain experience not only honed one’s Combat Power, but the biggest benefit was earning money, earning Spirit Stones.

Spirit Stones, produced from Spirit Mines and containing pure Spiritual Energy, could be used to assist in cultivation, and thus had become the currency of the Cultivation Realm, a true hard currency.

In the whole Heavenly Cave, the Golden Core Realm may not count for much, but given Carson’s age, he already possessed quite outstanding strength. Not to mention in the mundane world where Spiritual Energy was sparse, even in the Cultivation Realm, the transition from Foundation Establishment to Golden Core was a massive threshold that stalled many below it.

"With a Golden Core in my belly, my fate is mine, not heaven’s to decide!"

Having understood the environment he was about to face, Carson began to cultivate those spells and started to "catch up."

The Jade Slip was an amazing recording tool. Apart from storing messages, important information could be projected like a 3D hologram, making it rather simple for Carson to imitate and practice those basic spells. He even quickly learned the Sword Control Technique. Although still somewhat unaccustomed, he ultimately managed to control the Flying Sword for combat.

This practice lasted a month.

During this period, Qingling came over four or five times. Each visit, Carson received her warmly – with beverages and snacks, which Qingling enjoyed and was even happier to take away.

Carson had the vague feeling that Delaney Hunter probably also ate some of the snacks Qingling took back, and he always suspected that the specific snacks Qingling asked for were more like requests on Delaney’s behalf. Of course, Carson pretended to know nothing and fulfilled every request.

The sugar-coated cannonballs were indeed effective. Qingling would take the initiative to ask if he encountered any difficulties in his cultivation, helping to clarify Carson’s doubts, and even demonstrating spells personally, giving Carson guidance.

That day, while Carson was practicing, sudden voices of discussion came from outside.

"Huh, someone’s living in Cave No. 4? Who moved in?"

"Is the master here?"

Carson stopped cultivating and walked to the entrance, only to find two young men standing at the door, their faces a mix of curiosity and a touch of arrogance.

Carson released the restrictions and smiled, "Hello, gentlemen."

The two young men, one lanky and the other short and chubby, sized up Carson. The taller one asked, "Brother, you’re new here?"

Carson replied with a smile, "Yes, I just got here a month ago. How should I address you?"

The taller youth asked with a doubtful look, "Are you related to the Peak Master?"

Carson shook his head, "No."

The taller one’s voice rose slightly, "Then how can you stay in Cave No. 4? Normally, people can’t just live there... Which city are you from?"

Carson answered, "I’m from outside."

The taller one was taken aback, "Outside? Which outside?"

Carson replied with a light laugh, "The mortal realm."

The taller one widened his eyes, "We’ve had the cave sealed for two hundred years, how did you get in?"

Carson responded, "I have a piece of Heaven’s Prophecy jade."

The taller one suddenly realized, "Ah, I see. Let me introduce myself. My name is Duke Reid, and this is Gregory Pearson. Technically, we are your seniors."

Carson cordially greeted, "Nice to meet you, senior brothers."

The short and chubby Gregory Pearson sneered, "What’s the point of just saying hello? Shouldn’t a newcomer show some respect when meeting senior brothers?"

Carson was taken aback, what was this situation?

Extortion?

"What do you mean by showing respect, senior brother?"

Gregory Pearson patted his plump belly and chuckled, "We think Cave No. 4 is pretty nice. How about we swap?"

The earlier the cave number, the richer the Spiritual Energy. Carson wouldn’t agree to that. He was somewhat puzzled though; was the world of cultivators really so blunt and straightforward?

Asking him to exchange caves just like that?

It was as if Carson was living in a mansion, and then a poor senior brother came along and bluntly asked him to trade his mansion for their thatched cottage.

Who would agree to that?

Even if Carson did agree, others would then think he was a pushover and easy to bully, not knowing how they might escalate their demands.

Carson replied with a smile, "When I arrived, the Peak Master arranged it this way. I dare not make any changes without permission. If I anger the Peak Master, that would be trouble. If you have opinions or ideas, why not discuss them with the Peak Master? As long as the Peak Master nods, I’ll immediately swap caves with you."

Duke Reid and Gregory Pearson both stiffened. Discuss it with the Peak Master?

The Peak Master, although not involved in daily affairs, hated being bothered by others. If this reached her ears, the two of them probably wouldn’t end up well.

"Why make such a fuss over a cave exchange? You’re just a newcomer hoarding such great resources, which you can’t even utilize properly; it’s a complete waste..."