The Xianxia World Really Is the Best!

Who knew how much time had passed? When Hao Shuai opened his eyes, he found himself lying on a large kang with four sleeping spaces. Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu were asleep beside him.

Judging by their expressions, though, they were probably having nightmares!

He looked around. It was an ordinary side room, with two small windows in the walls. The furnishings were simple and clean: just a few pine tables and chairs, with a kettle and cups on top.

The only thing that stood out was the calligraphy hanging on the wall, clearly the work of a famous master. It bore a single large character: Dao!

"Truly a place where Daoist immortals cultivate—the decor is as plain and simple as can be!" Hao Shuai griped about the living conditions at Qingyun Sect. He got out of bed, put on his shoes, and walked toward the door, one step at a time.

Outside was a small courtyard with a few pines and cypresses, some clumps of plants, and several fragrant little flowers blooming peacefully among them. A walkway in front of the room led out of the courtyard. A few steps connected the courtyard to the walkway, four feet from the door.

There wasn't a soul in the courtyard. The people of Qingyun Sect weren't worried that someone might kill the three of them?

At the moment, he was playing the part of a down-on-his-luck scholar of fifteen or sixteen. Hao Shuai couldn't very well go wandering around, so he found a step and sat down, waiting for someone from Qingyun Sect to come by.

He waited and waited, but no one from Qingyun Sect showed up. Instead, Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu, those two unlucky kids, came out.

"Brother Hao, the village..." As soon as they met, Lin Jingyu,