Walker Of The Worlds

Chapter 3874: Asking In A Roundabout Way

”Expensive?” Hearing Little Bull’s words, a disciple slapped the table. ”Our Junior Brother really asks the difficult questions.”

The oldest among them finally answered. ”Very.”

”How much?”

The man scratched his head. ”I don’t even know where to begin.”

Another disciple casually spoke. ”You’d probably need the wealth from an entire vault.”

Little Bull immediately looked toward him. ”A vault?”

The disciple nodded while continuing to eat. ”Yes.”

Little Bull looked increasingly curious. ”What’s a vault?”

The table became quiet again as the disciples exchanged amused looks. None of them found the question strange. Little Bull had grown up as a commoner and he had only joined the sect recently.

It was natural that he knew almost nothing.

”A vault is...” one disciple began.

”A place where treasures are stored.” Another completed.

”Money.”

”Spirit Stones.”

”Immortal Stones.”

”Materials.”

”Medicinal herbs.”

”Equipment.”

”Basically anything valuable.”

Little Bull’s eyes widened. ”That sounds amazing.”

The disciples laughed. ”It certainly is.”

Little Bull scratched his head. ”So... how much money is inside one?”

The disciples looked at each other again.

One shrugged. ”A lot.”

Another nodded. ”More than you’ll ever count.”

Little Bull seemed to think seriously.

Then he asked the question Lin Mu had actually been aiming toward.

”So... If I wanted to see one... Where are the vaults?”

No one reacted strangely to a question that would make alarm bells ring in most sect disciple’s minds.

One disciple shrugged. ”They’re kept in important places. We don’t know all of them.”

Another nodded. ”The sect has countless vaults. But no ordinary disciple knows where every one is.”

Little Bull looked slightly disappointed. ”So I can’t see one?”

”You definitely can’t.” The disciples laughed again. ”Only Elders can access them.”

Little Bull nodded sadly before quietly returning to eating.

Several moments later another disciple suddenly spoke.”Though...”

Little Bull looked up.

”Our Wild Peak has several vaults.”

”Oh?”

”They’re all inside the mountain.”

”They’re heavily protected.”

”Only Peak Head and the Elders can open them.”

Little Bull tilted his head. ”Where are they?”

The disciple pointed generally toward the center of the mountain.

”Deep underground. There are several entrances. You’ll know them when you see them.”

”They’re impossible to mistake.” Another disciple added while chewing. ”Massive stone gates and hundreds of arrays are surrounding them. You’d have better luck punching the mountain apart.”

The table erupted into laughter.

Little Bull laughed along with them. ”I probably shouldn’t punch the mountain.”

”No.”

”Peak Head might actually get angry.”

Another disciple grinned. ”Or impressed.”

Everyone laughed again.

Lin Mu quietly stored every piece of information away. ’Several vaults, deep beneath the mountain and protected by powerful formations.’

The Virtuous Calamity Daoist’s vault was unlikely to be one of them. A secret vault hidden for countless years would not simply become the Wild Peak treasury. Still, the possibility remained that someone had discovered parts of the vault in the distant past.

Its contents might have been distributed throughout the sect and treasuries naturally became the final destination for such items. If even one artifact bearing the Virtuous Calamity Daoist’s mark had entered a sect vault, Lin Mu might discover another clue.

He calmly continued eating and his expression remained as innocent as ever. Inside, however, another path of investigation had quietly opened.

By the time the sun had begun descending toward the western horizon, Little Bull had completed another lengthy session of Primordial Path cultivation beneath the watchful eyes of several senior disciples.

As expected, a few of them wandered over every now and then, offering their own opinions despite none of them truly understanding what Peak Head Mountain Roar had taught him.

One senior brother insisted that vitality should first be accumulated in the shoulders because that was where true strength originated. Another confidently argued that the legs came first since every punch began from the feet.

A senior sister dismissed both of them and claimed the stomach should be saturated first because a hungry body cultivator could never become a powerful body cultivator.

The debate eventually shifted into whether roasted boar or roasted mountain goat was better for recovery after training. Little Bull quietly listened to everything, occasionally nodding at particularly passionate arguments.

Lin Mu found the conversations strangely refreshing. There was very little pretense among the Wild Peak disciples. If someone believed something, they simply said it. If another disagreed, they argued for a while and sometimes they wrestled.

But afterwards everyone ate together as though nothing had happened. It was a remarkably simple way of living. Once enough time had passed, Lin Mu decided he had established another believable period of cultivation.

He slowly stood up and stretched his arms.

”Going somewhere, Junior Brother?” one of the senior disciples called out.

Little Bull nodded. ”I’m going to walk around.”

”Good.”

”Exploring is training too.”

Another disciple immediately nodded. ”You build stronger legs that way.”

Little Bull smiled. ”That’s what I thought.”

Nobody questioned him further and Lin Mu simply walked away. As he moved through the Wild Peak, Lin Mu could not help smiling internally.

’Being Little Bull really does make things easier.’

Xukong chuckled. ’You have discovered the advantages of appearing simple.’

’I don’t even need elaborate excuses anymore.’

’Just do what comes naturally.’

That was exactly what Lin Mu intended. Rather than sneaking through the mountain or attempting to hide himself, Little Bull openly wandered around the Wild Peak.

Whenever he encountered disciples, he greeted them and whenever he found a path he had not walked before, he simply followed it.

If someone asked where he was going, he honestly answered. ”I’m looking for the vault.”

The first disciple merely laughed. ”You’ll never find it.”

Little Bull scratched his head. ”I’m going to try.”

The disciple waved him away. ”Good luck.”

The next group reacted similarly. ”What are you searching for?”

”The vault.”

”You actually believed in Old Zhang?”

”He said there were several.”

”There are.”

”So I’m looking.”

The disciples burst into laughter.

One even pointed toward a random cliff. ”Maybe it’s behind that rock.”

Little Bull genuinely walked over to inspect it. The disciples laughed even harder before continuing on their way. Lin Mu noticed something rather amusing, nobody found his actions suspicious.

They simply assumed Little Bull was being exactly what everyone believed him to be. A curious and straightforward young man who might be a little slow at times but entirely harmless in general.

That image suited Lin Mu perfectly.