No Love for Fame and Fortune

Do cultivators also have luck?

Fang Zelin was taken aback upon hearing this, and looked at the old Daoist priest in front of him with some curiosity.

If cultivators truly possessed destiny, surely no demon would dare to steal it?

"Cultivators also possess fortune; don't assume that no one dares to steal it from them."

The old Daoist priest collected the chess pieces one by one, then said in a deep voice.

Fang Zelin was somewhat stunned upon hearing this. Someone dared to steal the fortune of a cultivator?

Who were the robbers? Demon Race? Or some other Devil Creature?

"Who was it that tried to steal it? Has the fortune of the cultivation world ever been stolen before?"

After a moment's thought, Fang Zelin asked the key question.

At this moment, he couldn't help but think of something: the Demon Race targeting the cultivators of Northern Liang.

Seeing how aggressively the other party was heading towards the Northern Liang, Fang Zelin wasn't surprised at all that they dared to jeopardize the cultivators' luck.

Could it be that the Demon Race from overseas are also after their fortune?

Thinking about this, Fang Zelin couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Seeing that Fang Zelin understood immediately, the old Daoist priest nodded with great satisfaction.

However, the words he says here will be forgotten by the other party once they leave.

Thinking this through, the old Daoist priest didn't say anything more, saying, "You will know about this later."

He didn't say much. If the other party still didn't know later, he would find a way to break through this place and tell them.

"Could this be a divine secret?"

Seeing that the other party was unwilling to say more, Fang Zelin frowned even more.

If cultivators are speaking in riddles or cryptic language, it's highly likely that they're discussing heavenly secrets.

Heavenly secrets should not be revealed lightly, and Fang Zelin now knows about this as well.

Just like him, there are things he knows that he cannot easily tell certain people.

Revealing a secret is a very serious matter.

Upon hearing this, a look of surprise flashed across the old Daoist priest's face.

He hadn't expected Fang Zelin to react so quickly, guessing the secret of heaven with just a few words.

These people, after preserving a trace of their fortune during their ascension, were able to learn some information from the Heavenly Dao in this place.

For example, they know who stole the cultivator's luck back then, and they also know roughly when the other party will make a comeback next time.

It involves the Heavenly Dao, so it cannot be easily discussed with others.

"I didn't expect you to have guessed this part."

The old Daoist priest's face now showed a hint of appreciation, and then he said, "There's something else you probably haven't noticed yet."

"Actually, we've met many times already. Every time you come in, we have many different conversations, but you've forgotten them all after you go back."

If it were any other cultivator, they would already know about this.

Unfortunately, the young friend in front of me seemed to be completely bewildered the whole time.

Fang Zelin wasn't too surprised when he heard this.

Actually, he already had this suspicion in his mind when he came in, but he just didn't say it.

What are the consequences if a cultivator's luck is stolen?

Since we've already gotten this far in the conversation, if there are things the other party can't reveal, then it's okay to ask for some information that you can find out yourself.

Even if he would forget what happened here after he left, Fang Zelin still couldn't contain himself.

"Cultivators face reduced lifespans, difficulties in cultivation, challenges in Law Technique, extreme difficulty in attaining enlightenment, and a decline in the number of disciples, among other things."

Upon hearing this, the old Daoist priest immediately offered a series of answers.

These answers caused Fang Zelin's cheeks to twitch uncontrollably.

Shortened lifespan, difficulty in cultivation, and so many other problems

No wonder cultivators usually cultivate in seclusion.

Since one's lifespan is already limited, how can one waste this time not on cultivation?

There were also cultivators from the Great Qian Dynasty. I originally thought that the reason why there were so few cultivators in the Great Qian was because countless disciples of the Great Zhou had perished in the battles with those Demon Race races.

Only now do I realize that it wasn't entirely due to those reasons.

Another point is that the cultivators' luck was taken away, which made it difficult for these disciples to cultivate. With their cultivation level too shallow, they would naturally suffer a great loss in battles.

"From what I observe, cultivators in the Great Qian or Northern Liang all prefer to cultivate quietly amidst mountains and rivers, disliking fame and fortune. They only love discussing the Dao, cultivating their minds and bodies, yet they also constantly practice Law Technique and fight against other demons."

"It was truly exhausting, both mentally and physically."

Fang Zelin sighed as he finished speaking.

He spent his days practicing at the foot of Yingping Peak very fulfilling.

From the mountain peaks, one can watch the clouds drift Wangqing Mountain are covered in a blanket of snow; in summer, one can hear the chirping of cicadas and birds, accompanied by the babbling of streams.

Every now and then, a dragon maiden or other fellow Daoists would come to drink and discuss Dao.

Life here was quite pleasant.

But things are unpredictable.

Upon hearing this, the old Daoist priest, who was playing chess, couldn't help but tremble slightly in his hand.

This reminded me of that time, when cultivators lived the kind of life Fang Zelin had described as cultivation.

This kind of cultivation is good, but it also makes cultivators less vigilant, leading to their fortune being stolen in the end.

By the time it was discovered, it was too late to reverse the situation.

In the end, it was these old fogies who, through their own cultivation and sealing, managed to preserve the last bit of fortune.

"Such practice is good, but we must not let our guard down."

The old Daoist priest said something, then gestured for Fang Zelin to continue playing chess.

Seeing this, Fang Zelin composed himself and continued playing chess with his opponent.

Once he felt the time was up, Fang Zelin cupped his hands in a respectful greeting to the other party and left Seeking Dao Mountain.

"Fellow Daoist, have you completed your cultivation?"

Fang Zelin opened his eyes and saw that the remaining Spiritual Qi Bearing the Heavens Cheng Xiao. Yunzi turned around and looked right at Fang Zelin, who had just opened his eyes.

He immediately got up.

Looking back, he saw that his disciple had already opened his eyes, and a smile immediately appeared on his face.

"Okay, shall we continue on our way?"

Fang Zelin looked up and saw that it was already morning, realizing that he had been cultivating for a whole day.

After getting up, they prepared to continue searching for the Demon Race in the same direction as before.

Upon hearing this, Yunzi immediately nodded and instructed the disciples behind him to disperse to avoid any oversights.

An hour later, Fang Zelin and the other party arrived at the village.

Yunzi glanced at the map she had created, looked it over from left to right, and then nodded slightly.

"There is a pangolin here that has been guarding the area around this village for many years, hoping to accumulate some good Yin Merit so that it can transform into a human. It should only be a little over a hundred years now, so this demon should still be nearby."