The Immortal Realm is no haven; where there are people, there is a Martial World!
Ever since settling down outside the Flying Catkins Valley, Wang Chen had been quietly farming, without making enemies with anyone.
Yet, even though he kept to himself, trouble still came knocking at his door.
Wang Chen was well aware that he had most likely been implicated.
Fortunately, he was no longer the naive youth he once was, and managed to keep his wits about him during the crisis, managing to get through it.
In the Storage Bag that Wang Chen had secretly handed to the skinny tall Cultivator were fifty Middle Spirits.
And he had prepared three such Storage Bags!
Wang Chen believed that without this bribery, even with proof of his registry, the other party would still find various excuses to make things difficult for him, and he wouldn't be able to get through it without shedding some skin.
