"Wouldn't that leave the people unable to live in peace?"
Xian Yi frowned as he felt the bone-piercing chill.
"Hmm?"
Old Cao turned his head toward Xian Yi in mild surprise. "You're rather interesting. This is the first time I've seen someone in the Body Integration Realm care about the lives of mortals. Aren't mortal lives no different from ants in your eyes? Their frail bodies can't even withstand a single glance from you. It's quite rare for someone at your cultivation level to care about mortal lifespans."
Generally speaking.
Forget Body Integration—Nascent Soul and Spirit Transformation cultivators already barely regarded mortals as people.
In truth, they were no longer even the same kind of life. Mortals needed to eat, relieve themselves, bathe, and so on. Those who had attained the Dao, meanwhile, possessed flawless bodies. They did not need to relieve themselves or eat the five grains, nor did they carry body odors such as fox stink. Instead, they smelled fresh, with a faint scent of rice.
From that perspective alone, they truly were different.
"I wouldn't."
Xian Yi shook his head. "I was born a mortal. My parents and family were all mortals. Mortals are my roots. Looking down on mortals would be the same as looking down on my former self. The reason I cultivated back then was to slaughter every last one of those who looked down on me."
"If I became that kind of person too, my Dao heart would be damaged."
"I understand."
Old Cao nodded before sighing with emotion. "But you won't have to worry about your Dao heart being damaged anymore. You won't have the chance to cultivate again. Come on. I'll first take you to Windward City for a stroll and show you where Chen Qiu made his start."
"That place