"Fellow Daoists, is this your cave dwelling?"
"Huh, what race of cultivators are these...?"
"Judging by their pupils, they do not possess my Ancient Spirit Eye. They should not be cultivators of the Ancient Myriad Clans."
"Never mind... it is not important."
Today, quite a few Taigu cultivators had come here. Only after brushing aside the leaves did they discover a 'cave dwelling' hidden beneath the tree, along with two tiny living beings. They were truly far too inconspicuous.
Bang!
A Cave-Heaven Blessed Land descended from the sky.
"Fellow Daoists, you should relocate first. This blessed land contains a Spirit Vein, as well as access tokens to the cultivation Holy Lands within our city. An Immortal Pavilion is to be built here now, so we shall not keep you two any longer."
A deep, resonant voice rang out. Its owner seemed rather ill-tempered and had no desire to waste words on such weak living beings. Take the 'money' and leave on your own.
"They should be natives from beneath this mountain."
"Mm. From the way they look down upon things, they are far too primitive."
Some cultivators watched Chen Xun's robe with great interest. It carried not a trace of Dao resonance, nor did it enjoy the protection of any laws of heaven and earth. It looked nothing like a refined artifact, only as though it had been sewn by hand from bodily materials, bearing that primitive feeling of making do with whatever was at hand.
Such native beings were not uncommon in the Three Thousand Immortal Provinces. It was enough to look at them for amusement; there was no need to humiliate them.
"Moo~"
Black Bull lifted his nose, and the Cave-Heaven Blessed Land instantly floated into the air. It seemed he had put it away.
"Heh,