At the courtyard gate.
The grandfather and grandson watched with their own eyes as the outsider rode away in a cloud of dust, until he vanished completely beyond the edge of their sight.
Li Ping'an looked at the Wooden Sword in his hand, still mimicking the stance he had practiced earlier.
"Hiss..."
Suddenly, a tearing pain ripped through his ear.
Old Man Li, who had been fairly polite moments ago, flew into a rage. "You little bastard! That man is also someone seeking immortality. One day, he'll most likely soar through the skies and burrow through the earth. Why would you tell him about killing immortals? You... you're trying to get the whole village killed!"
"I want revenge!"
Crack—
Old Man Li snapped the Wooden Sword in half and raised his hand as if to strike him, but it stopped in midair at last. "Child, accept your fate..."
This so-called Cultivation World was a place where people might not even live as well as they did in Great Sheng.
Cultivators needed so much spirit grain...
Why could they not grow it themselves?
At that thought, even Chen Sanshi felt that the question was rather stupid.
He picked up his pace.
Following Old Man Li's directions, he continued southeast for five hundred li.
Then, a towering peak piercing the clouds blocked his path. Several familiar figures stood nearby as well—Lu Boqin and the other six men whom he had parted ways with not long ago. Clearly, they had found this place too.
Mist coiled around the foot of the mountain, while towering trees rose from the ground one after another. Yet they could not find the entrance up the mountain. Lu Boqin sent two men headlong into the thick fog, but before long, they returned.
"Brother Lu, it won't work. It's