"Can't survive?" Mo Hua was taken aback.
Ji Qingbai nodded. He had not wanted to explain in detail, but seeing that although Mo Hua was young, he moved through the Inner Mountain with ease, both his ability and temperament were not to be underestimated. He could no longer be treated as a child.
Besides, if they were to make a living in Immortal City in the future, they would inevitably have to trouble Mo Hua's father, Mo Shan. So he told him honestly:
"Qingxuan City isn't like Immortal City. The Rogue Cultivators in the city no longer have a Foundation Establishment cultivator to protect them."
"The last Foundation Establishment Rogue Cultivator in Qingxuan City, Elder Zheng, passed away a year ago. Over this past year, there have been no Foundation Establishment cultivators among the Rogue Cultivators. People like us have had to suffer oppression from the Lineages and live at their mercy. Life has been hard, growing worse with every passing day."
"It was difficult before, but we could barely get by. Yet the Spirit Stones we earned dwindled day by day. Forget cultivation—even ordinary food, clothing, and daily expenses left us stretched thin."
"On top of that, those Lineage disciples stirred up trouble and bullied Rogue Cultivators every day. If we swallowed our anger, it was bearable. But the slightest resistance from us only made them push their luck, oppressing us even more viciously."
"If matters grew serious and a brawl broke out, Rogue Cultivators had no Foundation Establishment cultivator holding the fort. We simply couldn't contend against the Lineage cultivators and would basically only suffer a crushing defeat."
The more Ji Qingbai spoke, the angrier he became, and the wounds on his body began to throb faintly.
Mo Hua handed him some more Pills.
Ji Qingbai accepted the