Immortal Cultivation: I Can See Through Everything.

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"Where's your husband?"

"My husband is ill and hasn't woken up yet."

"When will the rent be paid?"

"Please rest assured, Manager Zhou, we won't miss the deadline."

"That's good to know! If you miss the deadline, pack up and leave!"

In the dark, Chen Xuan heard a conversation between a man and a woman.

The man was aggressive, and the woman was submissive.

With all his strength, Chen Xuan finally opened his heavy eyelids and reached out his hand to grope at the head of the bed out of habit.

A cool bamboo tube touched his fingers.

It was a fire starter.

Bring it to your mouth, unplug it, and blow gently.

Sparks gradually rose.

The mottled oil lamp on the table lit up.

What came into view was a small room of seven or eight square meters.

Clean and elegant, with only a bed, a desk, and two wooden stools.

On the desk, there were some yellowed old books.

The light was dim, and the shadows were floating and vague, giving him a sense of unreality.

Outside the house, there was the sound of raindrops dripping gently, drop by drop, very rhythmic, as if dripping on his fragile soul.

The cold wind came in through the crack of the door, whistling and chilling.

Was it Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Zhou?

Chen Xuan tightened the quilt, and felt a sharp pain in his head.

Memories were like a tide, surging and pouring into his mind without explanation.

The severe pain made him scream "ah" involuntarily.

The sound of hurried footsteps ran towards him, and a pretty figure with the fragrance of a girl rushed over.

"Brother Xuan, are you okay?"

An oval-faced young girl came to him, with a slim figure and skin as white as cream. She carefully held his head, and her bright eyes were full of worry.

Who is she?

Fragrant.

Chen Xuan looked at the girl in confusion, and the pain in his head gradually eased.

After a while, his memory finally recovered.

He traveled through time.

This is a world of cultivation with many sects and demons everywhere, where people are like ants and their lives are like grass

This place is called Qingyunfang City, which was built by Jinyang Sect of Song State. When you go out, you will see the wild wilderness with few people.

There are hundreds of thousands of miles of territory, including swamps, forests, sand dunes, wetlands, barren mountains, etc. The environment is harsh and the weather is changeable.

But more importantly, there are all kinds of monsters, monsters, birds, monsters, insects, spiritual plants, flowers, and herbs, cultivation minerals, etc.

For the over-developed and increasingly scarce cultivation sects, it is undoubtedly a Feng Shui treasure land with rich resources.

The Jinyang Sect established a market here, stationed sect disciples, and purchased monster flesh, spiritual flowers and herbs, various ores, refining materials and other materials at low prices to plunder cultivation resources.

His original body had the same name and surname as him, also called Chen Xuan.

His father was a monster hunter, who barely supported his family's livelihood by hunting monsters, and he could make a living.

However, a year ago, his father entered the wilderness with a monster hunting team and never came back.

The monster hunting team was wiped out, which was common in Qingyun Market.

For Chen Xuan, it was a bolt from the blue.

The family lost its pillar and its source of income.

He was an apprentice in making talismans, and could only make two basic talismans, the breath-retaining talisman and the guide talisman, which could not be sold at a high price.

In a hurry, he tried to make a first-level low-grade talisman entanglement talisman, which damaged his soul and caused a serious illness, which was a good thing for him as a time traveler.

"Brother Xuan, are you feeling better?"

The green jade fingers gently massaged his temples.

The head rested on a soft and elastic part, which was very comfortable.

The girl's name was Jiang Yingxue, the adopted daughter of the original father, and the wife he had not yet consummated his marriage with.

After the original father disappeared, she stayed with him and took care of Chen Xuan's daily life.

The reason why he did not consummate his marriage was that Chen Xuan's cultivation was still shallow, at the second level of Qi training, and he wanted to maintain his Yuan Yang body and practice to a higher level.

"Xue'er, no need to massage, help me up."

Hearing this, Jiang Yingxue supported Chen Xuan's back obediently and helped him sit up slowly.

Holding the head of the bed, Chen Xuan slowly stood up and began to check his body.

Fortunately, his limbs were healthy, his body was tall and thin, and his breathing was smooth. Except for the fact that his head was still a little confused, there was nothing wrong.

Then he remembered something and quickly glanced at a certain important part.

Well, it was intact, and the length matched his 1.8-meter figure.

This made him breathe a sigh of relief.

Except for being a little weak, it seemed that there was nothing wrong.

"Brother Xuan, you are better!"

The girl's pretty face was full of joy.

"Brother Xuan, take a rest, I will go to cook your favorite spiritual meat porridge."

The graceful figure disappeared in front of him, Chen Xuan calmed down and began to think about the reality.

Since we are here, we should make the best of it.

Even if the situation is difficult and poor, it is after all the world of cultivation, and we can always find a way to live well.

Chen Xuan watched Jiang Yingxue take out three taels of ordinary refined rice from the rice jar, and then grabbed two handfuls of fine inferior spiritual rice from the millet jar.

She seemed to hesitate, added another handful of inferior spiritual rice, mixed them together, lit the wood stove and started cooking.

Then, she stood on the bench, took a piece of pickled barbarian beef from the basket under the eaves, cut off two taels, chopped it into minced meat, and threw it into the rice porridge.

Her movements were smooth, and it was obvious that she was used to doing it.

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Soon, the aroma filled his nose.

It was a very strange aroma that penetrated directly into the depths of his soul, making him swallow his saliva uncontrollably.

Not long after, the spirit meat porridge was ready.

Chen Xuan noticed that there was obviously more meat porridge in his bowl, while Jiang Yingxue's bowl was much lighter.

"Brother Xuan, let's eat!"

Jiang Yingxue picked up the spoon and chewed it slowly in small sips, her eyes smiling like crescent moons.

It can be seen that she was happy from the bottom of her heart.

There are not many true hearts in this world. What more can you ask for if you have a good girl who loves you wholeheartedly!

Chen Xuan did not pretend to pour the spirit meat porridge in the bowl to Jiang Yingxue, but imitated her and slowly swallowed the spirit meat porridge in the bowl with a spoon.

He wanted to recover as soon as possible and take on family responsibilities.

As soon as the spirit meat porridge was swallowed into the stomach, a warm current rose from the dantian and spread rapidly to all parts of the body.

Qi and blood surged.

As if recharged.

"Is this the effect of the spirit meat porridge?!"

Chen Xuan was suddenly shocked.

The spirit meat porridge made of monster meat and spirit rice contained a spiritual energy that made him unable to resist the appetite.

Not only the blood and qi, but also the mind and spirit were recovering, and he felt more energetic.

He only ate three-quarters full.

Such spirit meat porridge, let alone one bowl, he could finish seven or eight bowls!

Thinking of Jiang Yingxue's hesitation when mixing ordinary refined rice, Chen Xuan felt mixed emotions.

Not long after, it was dark.

Outside the house, the cold wind was like a knife, the old cypress trees in the yard were withered, and the barking of unknown monsters came from time to time, miserable and sad.

Chen Xuan lay in the Luo quilt, and a ball of soft jade and warm fragrance came in and rolled into his arms.

"I'm cold!"

There were a few tremors in the voice, and a few unspeakable shyness.

Chen Xuan sighed softly.

He is not the fool that he was before.

At this time, the heat in his abdomen made him feel uncomfortable.

"Xue'er."

"Yeah."

"There's something I haven't told you."

"What is it?"

"Actually, I'm a very good marksman."

"Marksmanship?"

"Come, let me show you!"

In the night, waves of storms and waves were set off in the originally peaceful Luo quilt, turning the world upside down.

After a long, long time, Chen Xuan and Jiang Yingxue slept in each other's arms, and the wind and waves were calm.

Jiang Yingxue slept soundly, and she fell asleep quickly due to fatigue.

Chen Xuan had no sleepiness at all.

In front of his eyes, a wordless Taoist scripture appeared, which was both real and illusory. The Taoist rhyme flowed, majestic and mysterious!

Concentrating his mind, a few lines of ancient golden characters gradually appeared on the wordless Taoist scripture, flickering with a faint light.

[Reading a wide range of books: Perfection (3196/3200)]

[Skill characteristics: Meditation]

Obviously, this skill appeared after Chen Xuan opened his wisdom.

In his previous life, he was a bookworm. He had been a bookworm for decades and had read more than ten thousand books!

I still need 4 experience points. Tomorrow, I will find a book to read. After I max out my proficiency, maybe something good will happen?

A glimmer of longing flashed in Chen Xuan's eyes.

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