Cultivating the Dao, Starting with Farming

Li Mu quickly collected the remaining spiritual materials on the battlefield, especially the eighth-level virtual spirit crystal. Although it had been consumed by the formation, it still had a lot of virtual spirit power inside, which could still sustain one or two more formations.

After cleaning up the battlefield, Li Mu looked around to confirm that there was nothing missing. Without staying for long, he flew to the black mysterious spirit turtle and hid in the painting world treasure house between its neck.

Li Mu's figure disappeared, and the black mysterious spirit turtle paddled its sturdy limbs and quickly left the sea area according to the guidance of its master.

Time passed in a flash, and two years passed.

In the Zhongzhou Spiritual Domain, on the edge of a slightly desolate giant city, a man in ordinary cloth shirt and his face covered by the shadow of a bamboo hat slowly came. This man was Li Mu.

The three-world channel has been open for a hundred years. The invasion of the demon abyss forces and the strong men of the fairy spirit world are also ready to move. Under the double oppression, the once prosperous Wanbao City is now bleak and no longer glorious.

The mottled marks on the city wall are the marks left by time and war. Most of the shops on both sides of the street that were once prosperous have closed down. Occasionally, a few are still barely holding on, but they are deserted and rarely visited.

The original owner of Wanbao City, the human monks, are now like dogs that have lost their homes. Living under the roof of others in this ruined giant city, their eyes have lost the light of the past, replaced by confusion and fear about the future.

On the contrary, the monks of the Demon Abyss, with the attitude of a winner, swagger through the streets and alleys. There is a bit of pride and arrogance in their laughter. This land has completely belonged to them.

At the same time, the figures of the immortals also appear from time to time. They either fly proudly in the air or walk silently in a low-key manner. But no matter what attitude they have, they reveal a kind of detachment and indifference that does not belong to this world. There seems to be a subtle balance between them and the monks of the Demon Abyss, and they jointly dominate the fate of this ruined giant city.

Under the divine consciousness, Li Mu saw such a scene, and his heart was full of mixed feelings.

Li Mu sighed lightly and stepped into Wanbao City with heavy steps. This trip was originally to purchase high-level spiritual materials needed for the formation, but he never expected that Wanbao City, which was once famous for spiritual material trading, would fall to this point.

On both sides of the street, those shops that were once bustling with people and full of spiritual materials are now mostly closed. Occasionally, a few doors are half-closed, and the goods inside are sparse and of poor quality, which can hardly meet his needs.

Li Mu shuttled through the narrow alleys, frowning, thinking in his heart: Is it possible that such a large Wanbao City can't find a place to trade high-level spiritual materials?

Li Mu hesitated whether to leave and find another way, but finally stopped at a tavern with simple decoration and a little excitement.

The waiter shuttled enthusiastically among the crowd, holding a tray steadily with a variety of spirits and snacks on it, delivering what the guests at several tables needed.

Seeing Li Mu enter the store, the waiter immediately smiled and greeted him: "Sir, please come in! Are you staying overnight or staying here? Although our place is not as good as before, we still have a complete range of spiritual wine and snacks, and I guarantee you will be satisfied."

Li Mu took off his bamboo hat, revealing his black hair and slightly tired face, and responded: "First, a pot of hot wine to warm up your body. Then prepare some side dishes for me."

"Okay, I don't know what you want to eat, the signature spiritual food of our store is 'Yunwu Spirit Chicken', which uses century-old spiritual chickens and feeds with spiritual grass unique to Yunwu Mountain. The meat is tender and full of spiritual energy. One bite will make you refreshed; there is also 'Bishui Qingyu', which is a rare spiritual fish caught from the Bishui River outside the city. The meat is delicate and melts in the mouth. It is rich in water-attributed spiritual energy and is very beneficial for practicing water-attributed exercises." The waiter introduced them like a treasure, and he was very proud of his own spiritual wine and spiritual food.

Li Mu listened to the waiter's introduction, his index finger moved slightly, and he nodded slightly, saying: "Then let's have a pot of your best spiritual wine first, and then order these two signature spiritual dishes."

"Okay, please wait a moment, the good wine and food will be here soon!"

The waiter responded, turned around and wanted to tell the kitchen to prepare, but seemed to remember something, stopped, turned around and said to Li Mu: "Oh, by the way, sir, due to the current turbulent situation, food and spiritual materials are hard to come by, do you think you should pay a part of the deposit first?"

Hearing this, Li Mu did not show any displeasure, he nodded in understanding, took out ten medium-grade spiritual stones from the storage bag in his arms, handed them to the waiter, and said: "These deposits are enough, you keep them first."

The waiter took the spiritual stones, his face was full of smiles, and he thanked repeatedly: "Enough, enough, thank you sir, please wait a moment, the good wine and food will be served to you soon."

After that, the waiter turned around and walked quickly to the kitchen to arrange the spiritual dishes.

Li Mu picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip. His eyes involuntarily fell on the other five tables of diners in the restaurant. The light in the restaurant was slightly dim, but it also reflected the faces of the diners just right.

At a table near the door, there were four demon cultivators wearing black robes unique to the Demon Abyss forces, with Nascent Soul cultivation. Their clothes were embroidered with complicated magic patterns, flashing with a dark light, looking mysterious and majestic. The leading demon cultivator had a cold face, raised eyes, and a disdainful smile on his lips. He was talking loudly about their brilliant achievements in the latest battle. His words were full of contempt and ridicule for the cultivators in the Immortal Spirit Realm. His fingers tapped the table from time to time, making a "thump thump" sound. The evil blood was full, which made people feel afraid.

At a table in the corner, several human race god-transformation monks sat with low eyebrows. Their clothes were simple and unpretentious, and their faces looked a bit haggard and helpless. They talked among themselves in very low voices, and occasionally looked up at the demon cultivators. A trace of complicated emotions flashed through his eyes, including anger and unwillingness, but more importantly, compromise and helplessness towards reality.

One of the elderly monks, who was sitting alone drinking, had gray hair and an old face. He sighed softly and whispered: "The world has changed. The glory of our human race has now become the dust at the feet of others. Some The monks, in order to survive, even converted to the devil's path and became the lackeys of the devil's forces. "

"Old Immortal! What did you say?" The leading god-transforming demon cultivator seemed to hear the elder monk's whisper. He raised his brows and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes.

"Brother Qiu, that old guy is originally from the Wan family in Wanbao City. You don't need to be familiar with him." A demon cultivator next to him quickly dissuaded him.

However, Brother Qiu didn't seem to intend to give up. He stood up, with a cold light flashing in his eyes, and walked towards the older Void Refining monk step by step.

The atmosphere in the store instantly became tense. Other diners cast surprised glances. Some sympathized with the human monk, while others watched indifferently. Most of them were afraid of the power of the demon cultivator and did not dare to speak easily.

Upon seeing this, the shopkeeper hurriedly walked out from behind the counter and greeted Brother Qiu with an apologetic smile: "Oh, senior, the shop didn't bother anyone today. You have a lot, so don't talk to me, an old customer." General knowledge.”

The god-transforming demon cultivator stopped, glanced sideways at the shopkeeper, and sneered: "Hmph, this old guy has dirty words and insults our Moyuan forces. Do you think he should be taught a lesson?"

When the shopkeeper heard this, he secretly complained in his heart. He knew that this demon cultivator who transformed into gods had climbed into the power of Moyuan and couldn't afford to offend him, but he couldn't just watch the fight start in the shop.

"Oh, senior, you don't know something. This old senior once had a lot of glory, but now he is alone and a little confused. Look, how can he be sincere in his nonsense? Otherwise, what kind of person would he be today? I invited you to have some food and drinks as an apology to all of you, what do you think?" the shopkeeper quickly advised.

The god-transforming demon cultivator looked at the old man of Lianxu with a stern look. He was no match for him in a fight. He stopped and said quickly: "Okay, since the shopkeeper is giving you face like this, I will give you face today. However, this old man Guys, you better pay attention to me in the future, otherwise, huh!”

The shopkeeper nodded quickly and bowed: "Yes, yes, I will teach him a lesson and promise that this will never happen again in the future."

After saying that, the shopkeeper turned to the Void Refining monk and begged in a low voice: "Senior Wan, please calm down your temper! My small shop cannot withstand the torment! My family's livelihood... ”

Hearing this, Wan Renfeng, the old man of Lianxu, had a complicated look in his eyes and sighed helplessly.

"That's all, I was the one who was rude about what happened today." The voice of the old man of Lianxu, Wan Renfeng, was hoarse and low. After speaking, he turned around to leave the tavern.

Seeing that the storm was about to subside, Li Mu suddenly spoke with a calm and powerful voice, interrupting the footsteps of the old man Wan Renfeng: "Fellow Taoist Wan, can you stay? If you don't mind, you might as well drink with me." How about a cup?"

As soon as these words came out, not only Wan Renfeng, the old man of Lianxu, stopped, but all the diners in the tavern also looked sideways. In such an era where demon cultivators are rampant and human cultivators have a low status, Li Mu's invitation undoubtedly seemed abrupt and bold.

However, seeing that Li Mu's cultivation aura was also at the initial stage of Void Refining, the other diners were not surprised.

Nowadays, low-level monks specialize in the path of magic, climb up the power of the Demon Abyss, or switch to the fairy world and become affiliated with the fairy clan. Only some monks with deeper cultivation can stick to the bottom line of human monks and do not want to He is collaborating with the Moyuan forces, and he is not willing to succumb to the fairy clan.

Suddenly hearing the invitation from other monks, Wan Renfeng couldn't help but feel a little curious. He turned to look at Li Mu and saw that the young Void Refining monk had a calm face and firm eyes. He exuded an extraordinary temperament and had no sense of vicissitudes. , unlike their unique auras tortured by difficulties.

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Wan Renfeng felt the indifference emanating from Li Mu and could catch something unusual in the other person's aura, and couldn't help but nod secretly in his heart.

"Thank you for the invitation. This fellow Taoist is so elegant. Wan is more respectful than to obey!" Wan Renfeng responded with a smile, walked straight to Li Mu and sat down opposite him.

Li Mu smiled and nodded, signaling the waiter to add another pair of bowls and chopsticks.

The two sat across from each other, raised their glasses, exchanged pleasantries, and told each other about their origins. It seemed like at this moment, the disturbances and fights in the outside world were isolated, and only the two of them were left in this small tavern. , enjoying the rare tranquility and peace.

As the wine passed and the food passed, the conversation between the two gradually deepened.

Li Mu also learned from the other party about Wan Renfeng's situation and some changes in Wanbao City.

Wan Renfeng sighed softly, with a trace of helplessness and sadness in his eyes, and said: "Friend Daoist Li, you may not know that Wanbao City was once one of the most prosperous cities in the Zhongzhou Spiritual Realm, where human monks traded spiritual materials and exchanged information. No, it is extremely prosperous. However, since the opening of the three realms, the invasion of the Demon Abyss forces, and the arrival of powerful men from the fairy world, this city has gradually lost its former glory. "

Wan Renfeng paused, and continued to transmit his thoughts to Li Mu: "The cultivators of the Demonic Abyss are tyrannical and rampant, and the Immortal Clan is high and mighty. The cultivators of the human race are caught between the two, and it is becoming increasingly difficult to survive. In order to protect themselves, many cultivators have to switch to the path of magic, or rely on the Immortal Clan and become their vassals. Cultivators like us who are unwilling to surrender can only survive in this ruined city."

Li Mu frowned when he heard this, and asked through his thoughts: "Fellow Daoist Wan, is there no human cultivator who stands up to resist?"

Wan Renfeng smiled bitterly, and transmitted his thoughts to Li Mu: "Resistance? How easy is it! The cultivators of the Demonic Abyss have several extremely powerful demon gods, and the Immortal Clan has several Immortal Emperors who are even more unfathomable. However, , our human race has no extreme cultivators, and we can only rely on the human immortal sect in the immortal world. As for these independent cultivators, how can they compete with them? What's more, the human cultivators are not monolithic. Many people have already lost their fighting spirit and are willing to become vassals of the Demon Abyss or the immortals. "

Li Mu was silent for a moment, a glimmer of enlightenment flashed in his eyes, and then he went straight to the point and asked: "Fellow Daoist Wan, I came to Wanbao City this time to purchase some high-level spiritual materials, but now it seems that this place is no longer the Wanbao City of the past. I wonder if Fellow Daoist Wan has other ways to trade for high-level spiritual materials? "

Hearing this, Wan Renfeng's eyes flashed with a trace of hesitation, and then he said: "Fellow Daoist Li, to be honest, Nowadays, most of the high-level spiritual materials in Wanbao City are controlled by the Demon Abyss cultivators and the Immortal Clan. It is difficult for ordinary cultivators to obtain them, let alone trade them. However, I know that there is a black market open in this city, and you may be able to find the high-level spiritual materials you need. "

A hint of joy flashed in Li Mu's eyes, and he quickly asked: "Oh? I wonder where the black market that Fellow Daoist Wan mentioned is? Can you introduce it to me?"

Wan Renfeng looked around and confirmed that no one was paying attention, then he said: "Fellow Daoist Li, this black market is located underground in Wanbao City. The entrance is extremely hidden and only a few people know about it. However, entering the black market requires a special token, otherwise it is impossible to enter. "

Li Mu nodded , and said in a voice transmission: "Fellow Daoist Wan, how can I get this token?"

Wan Renfeng said in a voice transmission: "The token is usually issued by the managers of the black market, and only the monks recognized by them can get it. However, I have some friendship with the managers of the black market, and I may be able to introduce you."

Li Mu happily said in a voice transmission: "Thank you very much, Fellow Daoist Wan. I wonder when Fellow Daoist Wan can introduce me?"

Wan Renfeng smiled slightly and said in a voice transmission: "Fellow Daoist Li, don't worry. The black market is usually open at midnight. I will take you to see the manager of the black market later."

Li Mu nodded and said: "Okay, then I'll trouble Fellow Daoist Wan."

The two continued to drink and talk, and time passed quietly. When the night deepened, the guests in the tavern gradually dispersed, leaving only Li Mu and Wan Renfeng.

Wan Renfeng stood up, looked at Li Mu and said: "Fellow Daoist Li, it's almost time, let's go."

Li Mu nodded, then stood up and followed Wan Renfeng out of the tavern. (End of this chapter)