[This Setting Is Surprisingly Sweet]

I still remember when the players learned that the game Tian Chen did not have the [Ascension] setting, it caused a heated discussion in the forum.

With everyone's heated discussions, combined with the NPCs' consistent attitude towards life in the game, the players felt that this setting was quite reasonable.

Ask yourself, in such a big world, can people really be free from all concerns?

If the purpose of cultivation is Ascension, to leave this world, to give up everything, then, the more powerful the cultivator, the more ruthless and heartless they may be.

But on the contrary, the cultivators of Tian Chen Continent are indeed extraordinary, but apart from their cultivation, they are actually no different from ordinary people.

Simply put, a cultivator is just someone with cultivation.

You might not believe it, but even the Demon Sect, which is arrogant and does whatever it wants in the eyes of outsiders, has holidays!

Disciples can return to their hometowns to visit relatives during holidays, especially during the New Year. Those who have a home to return to will go home for the New Year, and for those who have no home to return to, the Demon Sect is their home.

Not just the Demon Sect, but most cultivation sects are like this.

Why is this so? It's actually very simple.

Once a person steps into the door of cultivation, they will gain extraordinary cultivation and a lifespan beyond that of ordinary people.

Even if they only step into the first realm, living over a hundred years is easy.

It seems that mortals with short lifespans are destined not to accompany cultivators throughout their lives; they will eventually leave and disappear from the world of cultivators.

Since not everyone can cultivate, it is normal for cultivators' parents and siblings to be mortals.

Separation is inevitable.

A small number of cultivators use this as a basis, thinking that 'Supreme Forgetfulness' and 'Extinguishing Emotions and Eliminating Nature' are the great path!

But in fact, most cultivators on Tian Chen Continent take the opposite path.

It is precisely because separation is inevitable that everything seems even more precious.

'Human touch' and 'the atmosphere of everyday life' are the main reasons why countless players are addicted to the game Tian Chen.

In the eyes of many players, this is like a real world. But for Lu Xun now, this has indeed become a real world.

So for him, he naturally hopes that cultivators can be more like normal people, so they can live more easily.

Since he was idle anyway, Lu Xun sat down cross-legged and began to cultivate again.

Although it doesn't give much experience, even a mosquito is still meat, and besides, the feeling of cultivation is really a bit addictive!

Soon, his body began to itch, and then faintly ache.

And the reward he got was - experience points increased at a snail's pace.

After running a few Small Cycles, he opened the experience bar to take a look. The current experience bar is [110/1000].

He can probably cultivate one Great Cycle a day, which is equal to ten Small Cycles, and can gain 20 experience points.

At this rate, if he only relies on cultivation, it will only take 44.5 days to level up, hahaha!

In fact, the cultivation of Qi Devouring Art is really not difficult. People with good aptitude don't need too much time to practice all the way to Great Perfection.

"It seems that in addition to the Prestige Value Task, I have to find other ways to gain experience," Lu Xun said in his heart.

At the same time, in a Small City restaurant far away from the Demon Sect, a Storyteller was vividly telling stories.

He looked like a middle-aged man, wearing a plain white robe, like a poor scholar who couldn't pass the imperial examinations.

There are actually quite a few people like this. If they are lucky enough to marry a woman who is willing to support his studies, they can continue to study even at an old age. If they are unlucky, they will generally find some work to support their families.

The middle-aged man stood by the table, holding an unopened folding fan in his left hand, but what he was talking about were anecdotes about cultivators.

This is what ordinary people love to hear, after all, the further away something is from them, the more curious they become.

The Storyteller's level is very high, his tone is gentle, he speaks slowly, the content is fascinating, and it is very vivid.

It's just that the Storyteller's left hand holding the folding fan, with its orchid finger slightly raised, looks a little delicate.

When he reached the climax of the story, the Storyteller seemed to be thirsty, so he stopped, slowly took a sip of tea, and propped one hand on the table, his posture quite flirtatious.

The audience below began to urge him, who could stand this feeling of a cliffhanger?

Seeing everyone's urgency, Storyteller smiled gently, cleared his throat, and continued his story.

After finishing the entire story, a dark-skinned man in black clothes carried a tray to ask the audience for tips.

This man had a square face, was very tall, and had a large build, much like the most capable farmer in the village.

His smile was simple and honest. Perhaps because he smiled often, there were many wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and his forehead wrinkles were also quite deep, making him look both rustic and old.

This was just a Small City, and the restaurant was just a small restaurant. The audience certainly couldn't compare with the dignitaries in those large restaurants, but Storyteller indeed told a good story. In the end, several generous listeners opened their wallets and gave lavish rewards.

Before tipping, the audience did not forget to praise, "You storyteller really tells a good story, it's just a bit short!"

"Long enough, long enough." Storyteller smiled slightly and bowed to each listener who gave a tip.

Since he was not a permanent storyteller in the restaurant, only using this place for two days, these tips would have to be split with the restaurant later, so he wouldn't actually get much in the end.

Today was the last day. Even though the shopkeeper tried hard to persuade him to stay, Storyteller and the farmer-like man exchanged a few polite words and left.

After telling stories for two days, Teacher was almost done having fun.

The farmer walked with vigorous strides, while Storyteller's steps were very small, or rather... like tiny steps.

After leaving the restaurant, the dark-skinned man asked, "Teacher, are you sure you don't want to start heading back to the mountain?"

"What's the point of going back to the mountain?" the poor white-robed scholar said.

"Aren't you going to see Little Martial Brother?" the dark-skinned man said as he walked.

"What's so good about seeing him? Can he be born any more handsome? Doesn't he just have two eyes, two ears, a nose, and a mouth?" The middle-aged poor scholar straightened his slightly wrinkled robe and didn't forget to look at himself when passing a stall selling bronze mirrors.

The dark-skinned man knew in his heart that Teacher was vain. Although he wasn't particularly handsome, he was especially vain.

In addition to being vain, Teacher was also jealous, so he didn't like men who were too good-looking.

Therefore, the reason why Shen Yan could sit on the Sect Master's seat of the Demon Sect, besides the fact that his cultivation was the highest and he had the greatest prestige among his peers, was also because he was the shortest, looked fierce and ugly, and didn't even have a single hair on his head...

——Teacher was very satisfied.

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