A Mortal's Story of Cultivation into Immortality

The main castle of the Fu family is located in the west of Yuanwu Kingdom, in a deep mountain called Zidao Mountain.

This mountain has been blocked by lavender mist for many years. Not only can mortals not be able to see anything after entering, but if they stay in the mist for a little longer, their eyes will shed tears and their throats will swell and hurt. If they stay in the mist for a little longer, they will even die of poison.

Although the local people are aware of the dangers of these purple mists and regard them as poisonous scorpions and dare not get close to them, there are still some people from other places who do not know the details of the mist accidentally enter it every year and die here.

The poisoning of these mortals did not bother the Fu family, who had long regarded this mountain as the Fu family's land.

A mortal is dead when he dies, what else can he do? Besides, being able to die under the "Poison Cloud Purple Miasma Formation" that the Fu family had worked hard to jointly arrange with several formation masters was considered a great achievement for these mortals.

But in recent days, although Zidao Mountain is still shrouded in clouds and mist, this place that is usually rarely visited by people has gradually become lively. From time to time, monks frequently appear outside the purple mist and shout something, and then show off a red dress. Something as bright as an invitation will be picked up by someone and disappear into the fog.

The closest mortal town to Zidao Mountain is a small city called "Taihe". This city is not big, only more than ten miles in size, and has a population of only about 100,000. However, all facilities such as restaurants and inns are fully equipped and everything is missing.

"A'er" is one of the two inns in Taihe City, the waiter of "Yongqu" Inn. Although he is only eighteen or nineteen years old, he has been working as a waiter for three or four years.

Now a little thinner, he is leaning half against the door of the inn, feebly greeting passers-by to check into the inn.

This is not because Ah Er is lazy, but because it is the scorching summer, and anyone who has been shouting on the roadside all morning under the scorching sun will no longer have the strength to speak louder.

Therefore, even though Shopkeeper Liu, who was famous for being cunning and stingy, looked dissatisfied when he saw Ah Er's listless appearance, he only muttered a few words in a low voice and then made a dull calculation. Calculating a thick account book on the table.

A'er looked up at the white sky, cursed a few times in his heart, and then lowered his head and murmured a few greetings that he couldn't hear clearly, and looked even more listless.

He was wondering whether he should sneak back to the kitchen behind him while shopkeeper Liu wasn't paying attention, and drink a few more glasses of cold water to relieve the heat in his heart. But at this moment, he suddenly felt the sky darken, and then the surroundings suddenly became cooler. This made Ah Er startled and couldn't help but look up, only to be shocked.

I saw three strange people appearing in front of me.

One is wearing a high crown and wearing linen clothes, short and fat, like a big soft ball, the other is bald and barefooted, has bull-eyes, and is about ten feet tall. The last one has hair tied in a tie, his face is filled with evil spirits, and his eyes are cold.

"Are the three guests going to stay in the hotel?" Ah Er's job as a waiter for so many years was not in vain. After being surprised, he immediately said with a smile on his face. Based on his many years of experience in recognizing people, although these three people look fierce and scary, they are definitely generous high-rollers.

"Nonsense, the three of us don't live in the hotel. Why come here? Then, prepare an upper room for each of the three of me, and then prepare a table of good wine and food and bring it to the house. The short and fat man like a meat ball, With his eyes widened, he threw a large piece of silver casually, hitting Ah Er's arms directly, and said impatiently.

"Yes, yes! Please come in, the three uncles. The food and wine will be served immediately. Ah Er, hurry up and prepare the three best rooms for the three uncles." Before Ah Er could say anything, he had already paid attention. When Shopkeeper Liu arrived at the door, he immediately jumped to the door like a man in his thirties or forties, snatched the money from Ah Shou's arms, and then said with a flattering look on his face.

"Yes, shopkeeper." Although his teeth were filled with hatred for shopkeeper Liu's behavior, Ah Er could only answer helplessly. I lamented in my heart, as the silver reward I received was taken away by this other party.

If it weren't for the fact that he only knew how to work as an innkeeper, and there were only two inns in this city, he wouldn't have let this mean guy work for him.

After scolding Shopkeeper Liu in his heart, Ah Er led the three of them to a room on the second floor with a smile on his face, and then backed out.

"Huh?"

As soon as Ah Er left the three of them, that unbearable feeling of heat suddenly appeared again. This made him scratch his head and feel doubtful in his heart. But after thinking about it for a while, he still went downstairs full of confusion.

A rich table of wine and food was quickly prepared, and Ah Er helped other waiters bring the food and wine into the house.

The three people were sitting on one side of the table, saying nothing.

Ah Er glanced at the three of them a little strangely. The monk with loose hair seemed to sense something and suddenly gave him a cold look.

This glance made him bone-chilling, as if he had fallen into an ice cave. Immediately, Ah Er hurriedly lowered his head in shock, and then exited the room in a panic. When he returned to the door of the inn, his heart was still pounding and he couldn't control it at all.

At this time, the three people in the room finally started talking.

"Brother Han, why did you use the Shock Technique on a mortal! Don't you like that kid?" As soon as the short and fat man sensed that there was no one outside the house, he said to the blond man with a smile.

"It's nothing. This waiter is also a person with spiritual roots. Although his spiritual root qualifications are not very good, there is still no problem if he reaches the third or fourth level of the Qi Refining Stage." The monk with loose hair said expressionlessly.

"Spiritual roots? This is really a bit surprising. But according to what Brother Han said, this waiter's qualifications are not very good. But Brother Han can directly see the spiritual roots without touching them. It's really amazing." The short and fat monk A look of surprise flashed across his face, and he said with a bit of emotion.

"My cultivation level is not much higher than that of the two Taoist friends. I just practiced a related secret technique." The monk with long hair glanced at the short and fat monk and said slowly.

"Brother Han is too humble. However, with qualifications like Xiao Er's, even if you enter the world of immortality, there is no future. Even if you are lucky enough to reach the foundation-building stage like you and me, if you don't have a sect to rely on, you will still be a lonely ghost. I have been bullied by monks of the same level! When I came to Zidao Mountain, I wanted to take advantage of the birthday of the ancestor of the Fu family to see if I could have any opportunities. If I could be favored by the big family or the demonic sect who came to celebrate his birthday, Then our luck will be great. It's a pity that casual cultivators like me can only enter Fujiabao on birthdays, otherwise there would be no need to stay here for half a month." The short and fat monk sighed and smiled bitterly. said.

"Yes!" The monk with long hair nodded indifferently, as if he didn't want to say more.

Seeing the disheveled monk looking like this, the short fat man couldn't help but look at each other with the bald man, and the bald man also opened his mouth.

"Brother Han, I only knew that the two brothers were going to Fujiabao to celebrate their birthdays, so they went together. But after walking together for a few days, I only knew that my Taoist friend was also a casual practitioner with extraordinary cultivation. I didn't know where my friend had practiced before. Why have we never heard of fellow Taoist's name?" The big man stared at the monk with bull's eyes and said angrily.

After the big man said these words, the short fat man's eyes flashed and he stared at the monk surnamed Han without blinking.

The monk with long hair did not change his expression and just replied calmly:

"Han used to be a monk from the Yue Kingdom, but he recently moved to the Yuanwu Kingdom. It's not surprising that the two fellow Taoists don't know about Han."

"Yue Kingdom! Isn't that the responsibility of the Ghost Spirit Sect? Brother Han, why don't you go to the Ghost Spirit Sect to try your luck? Why did you come to our Yuanwu Kingdom?" The short, fat monk blinked and asked.

"Brother Luo, how do you know that Han has never been there? It's just that he has no way to get in. Moreover, in the Yue Kingdom, the Ghost Spirit Sect is now the only one and cannot tolerate the existence of any other monks. That's why I came to the Yuanwu Kingdom to have a try. As luck would have it, I didn't expect that as soon as I arrived here, I heard about the birthday of the ancestor of the Fu family. This lesson is a rare opportunity, and Han will not let it go easily." The monk with loose hair said calmly.

"So that's it. It seems like it's not easy for Brother Han either." The short fat man laughed when he heard this. He stopped asking questions and started chatting about some rumors about the world of immortality.

After the table of food and wine was finished, the monk with long hair said goodbye and went to rest in the room next door.

As soon as the disheveled monk walked out of the room, the pudgy monk's originally smiling expression suddenly disappeared, and a hint of ferociousness appeared instead.

He suddenly took out a talisman from his arms, made a seal with both hands, and then raised his hand and waved it. Suddenly the talisman turned into a large piece of white light, covering the entire room.

This talisman is actually an isolation note!

"Brother Luo, is what this guy said true or false? Is he really a casual cultivator?" As soon as the monk surnamed Luo finished casting his spell, the bald man asked hurriedly, looking impatient.

"It's definitely not a casual cultivator. He's probably a disciple of some small sect!" The short, fat monk sneered, then touched his chin, which was full of fat, and said sinisterly.