"Excellent!" Xue Ping nearly clapped his hands, saying with great delight, "It would be perfect if Fellow Immortal Xiao is a Rogue Cultivator! I wonder whether Fellow Immortal Xiao would be interested in the post of Right General of our Nanpu Commandery?"
"Hehe." Xiao Hua smiled and waved his hand. "This Xiao has already said that I am like an idle cloud and a wild crane, accustomed to freedom and ease. I do not like restraints of any kind!"
"Ah, Fellow Immortal Xiao!" Xue Ping said with a bitter smile. "Thirty years ago, this old man thought exactly as you do. I only wished to practice Daoist arts, temper divine abilities, and roam freely between heaven and earth! But reality is cruel! Our Daoist lineage has always been squeezed into the cracks on Cangxian Continent, disliked by both Confucian cultivators and the Buddhist Sect. The Yuan stones, spirit herbs, pills, and other things we need for cultivation are all difficult to obtain! Especially Daoist cultivation methods—Confucian cultivators and the Buddhist Sect would rather destroy them than let them fall into our hands. Back then, this old man reached the third stage of first-grade Yuan force and could no longer advance an inch. I tried countless methods, but none worked. Only then did I have no choice but to join Nanpu Commandery Prefect's service. Look, in merely thirty years, this old man rose from the third stage of first-grade Yuan force to the second stage of Spirit Power Rank 2. That was something I never would have dared dream of before!"
"This old man cannot explain every benefit to Fellow Immortal one by one! But think about it: with the strength of an entire commandery supporting your cultivation, how could you fail to advance a thousand miles in a single day?