Ginseng Fruit Difficult to Find, an Earth Immortal Preaches the Dao!

Precious treasures often descended in the most generous manner. Like the sunlight that appeared on schedule every day, and the articles that appeared at irregular intervals...

The morning sun rose, its golden radiance dispelling the long night and sprinkling the first warmth of an autumn morning across the human world.

After a busy night, Xu Laoqi tethered his old mare to the wooden railing outside the breakfast stall. He planned to eat a steaming bowl of Ma Family Lamian, then go to Morning Awakening Teahouse for a pot of digestive tea, listen to the storyteller spray spittle as he narrated his tale, and leisurely spend the morning.

But before the lamian had even arrived, Xu Laoqi keenly noticed something unusual.

The makeup of the customers at this little lamian breakfast stall was different from usual!

There seemed to be a higher concentration of Daoist disciples.

That alone was nothing. After all, Daoist disciples had to eat breakfast too. But normally, out of ten Daoist disciples he saw, only one would be a beautiful Kun Dao.

So how was it that, with one casual glance around Ma Family Lamian's breakfast stall, he could see one?

This scene was truly beautiful... No, it was far too strange.

When something was abnormal, there was bound to be a demon!

Xu Laoqi furrowed his brows, and the professional instincts of a Night Watchman instantly went into overdrive!

Could it be...

Ma Family Lamian had recently become popular among the beautiful Kun Dao crowd?

Just as Xu Laoqi was about to strike up a conversation with the nearest Kun Dao, a clear singing voice suddenly drifted in from outside—

"La la la, la la la, I'm a little newspaper seller..."

As the song began, souls stirred!

The song was like a rallying cry. Every Daoist