Living in the world of cultivation

Su Fan stayed in the cave for three days before going out for a walk. After all, he had to show off by pretending to be seriously injured.

The monks living in nearby caves were all people like him who had withdrawn from the first line of defense.

Su Fan chatted with a few monks. Some people have returned one after another in the past few days, but the number is not large, and the condition is quite miserable.

You can guess without asking, there is no chance of you surviving from the first line of defense.

Countless foundation-building monks were filled into the big hole of the first line of defense. Su Fan and others had completed their mission as cannon fodder.

The monks who had withdrawn from the first line of defense were all enclosed in a fixed area and were not allowed to come into contact with the monks on the front line.

Perhaps for fear of affecting morale, the news of the collapse of the first line of defense should have been blocked by the major immortal sects in the Central Plains.

Although it delayed the attack of the foreign demons and greatly damaged Da Luotian's effective strength, it was indeed too tragic after the first line of defense collapsed.

These people escaped only after narrowly escaping from death. It can be said that they all crawled out from the pile of dead people.

Not only did these people have low morale, but most of them were seriously injured, so the senior officials of the Central Plains Immortal Sect did not want them to stay on the front line.

In the past few days, Da Luotian has begun to launch attacks on the second line of defense, but they have all ended in failure.

Because of the better preparations and the continuous flow of monks from the rear to support them, the second line of defense has been built to be impregnable.

As Da Luotian's offensive became more and more crazy, the battle became more and more fierce.

A few days later, a golden elixir monk gathered them together, and then took a flying boat to the rear to make repairs.

These monks who were withdrawn from the front line took more than a hundred super spaceships when they came, but when they returned, not even one super spaceship was full.

Su Fan sat cross-legged in the cabin, looking at the other monks in the cabin, and found that there was no one he recognized.

Su Fan walked around these days, trying to find Li Zhen, Zhou Qi and a few other people he knew, but he couldn't find any of them.

None of the foundation-building monks from the Shuiyue Sect were found, and they should all have died on the front lines.

The monks in the cabin spent most of their time recovering from their injuries. They rarely chatted, and no one talked about the battlefield. The atmosphere in the entire spaceship was extremely depressing.

Su Fan and others were the first batch of monks to support the battlefield. They all took a flying boat to the front line, and many of them became very good friends.

Everyone fought fiercely on the first line of defense for many days, watching helplessly as the people in the team fell one by one. Especially after the battle line collapsed, most of them did not escape.

This has also caused many monks to be on the verge of emotional collapse.

The super airship that Su Fan and the others took did not land in Qinglian Fairy City. Instead, it traveled for more than half a month and sent them to a large city to settle down.

Su Fan followed the flow of people off the flying boat and once again formed a long queue for registration and reorganization.

When Su Fan arrived in line, he came to a table, and two Jindan monks were sitting behind the table.

"Identity Talisman..."

After hearing this, Su Fan quickly took out his identity jade talisman and handed it over.

A Jindan Daoist took the jade talisman, scratched it on the array plate on the table, and instantly propped up a miniature light curtain.

The other party looked at the content on the light screen and was stunned. He turned his head and glanced at Su Fan.

Su Fan was a little confused by the other party's look and didn't know what happened.

At this time, another Jindan master also came over. He glanced at the screen and looked at Su Fan in surprise.

"Seniors, is there anything wrong?"

The two Jindan masters looked at each other, and then laughed.

"Well...there's nothing wrong..."

After the other party finished speaking, he handed back his identity jade token, but Su Fan found that the eyes of the two of them were strange, as if they had picked up money when they went out.

This city is called "Chiyunfang" and is said to be located within the sphere of influence of a super sect.

Almost all the monks in "Chiyunfang" have been recruited and transferred to the front line. There are no people in the whole city and it looks empty.

They, the first batch of cannon fodder to fill the pit, were given a three-month repair period, which made everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

They could finally rest comfortably for a few days. If they were sent to the battlefield again, they, the cannon fodder who had narrowly escaped death, would have an emotional breakdown.

Su Fan was assigned to a separate room. He lay down as soon as he entered the room and fell asleep soon after.

When he was on the front line, even if there was no fighting on weekdays, his heart was always so tight that he couldn't even sleep well.

Now that he finally returned to the rear, he relaxed immediately.

Su Fan slept for a full day and night before he woke up. He stood up and stretched before walking out of the room.

He came to a nearby square, where stood a demon-suppressing monument more than ten feet high, and many monks gathered below.

He also walked over and stood in the crowd to look at the newly updated message on the Demon Suppression Monument.

When the demon-slaying rankings were refreshed again, Su Fan also saw his name, which also stunned him.

When did I become the top of the demon-slaying ranking list?

If it were another person, he would have started to brag a long time ago, publicizing his achievements everywhere, for fear that others would not know that he was at the top of the demon-slaying ranking list.

But in Su Fan's opinion, this is not a good thing.

Su Fan turned around and left the square in a hurry, returning to his room in a hurry, fearing that he would be recognized by others.

He sat cross-legged in the room and thought for a while, and then he finally figured it out.

He killed two foreign demons on the front line, destroyed a teleportation altar in Daluotian, and killed so many low-level demons.

It was not difficult to become the top of the demon-killing ranking list with so many achievements added together.

No wonder the two Jindan Zhenren kept staring at him when registering.

It seems that he was still a little careless on the battlefield. Now he can't hide even if he wants to.

He also wants to keep a low profile, but his strength does not allow it.

The most worrying thing for Su Fan now is that he doesn't know how to explain to others how he got this record.

He was so worried about this that his head hurt.

Every time a cultivator kills an evil demon on the battlefield, it will be recorded in real time by the Demon-Suppressing Monument, and it can't be faked at all.

Whatever happens, it's already like this.

The world is big, and eating is the most important thing.

Thinking of this, Su Fan took out a food box from his ring, which was neatly stacked with roujiamo.

He took out a simple stove, lit the spiritual wood charcoal, and then made a pot of steaming mutton soup for himself.

Su Fan also made some mixed vegetables and pickles for himself, which were fresh and refreshing.

After drinking a large pot of mutton soup and eating dozens of roujiamo with mixed vegetables, he finally had a comfortable hot meal.

Su Fan touched his swollen belly and felt that his life was complete.

He didn't eat well or sleep well every day on the front line, and could only rely on the fasting pill to solve the problem of food and clothing. What kind of life was that?

The next day, Su Fan just got up and heard a knock on the door.

Su Fan opened the door and saw a Qi training disciple wearing the robe of the immortal sect standing outside the door.

"You are Senior Su, right? Master Haoxuan summoned me..."

After hearing what the other party said, Su Fan couldn't help but sigh. What was supposed to come finally came.

He nodded to the Qi training disciple, and then followed him out of the house.

The Qi training disciple of the Xianzong turned his head back to look at him secretly from time to time. Before he walked far, he finally couldn't help it.

"Senior, is your name Su Fan..."

Su Fan smiled bitterly and said, "Well... I am Su Fan..."

The other party was immediately excited after hearing this, and he looked at Su Fan with admiration.

"Senior, you are so amazing. You have topped the Demon Slayer List and fought hard for our Zhongyuan Xianzong..."

Su Fan secretly complained, you think I want to, but I am forced to do it.

Now he doesn't want to talk to him about these things, so he changed the subject.

"Which sect are you from?"

"Senior, my name is Meng Li, and I am a disciple of Huoyun Dao Palace. My senior brothers have all gone to the front line, and I am the only one assigned to serve in this place where rabbits don't shit."

Meng Li sighed after saying this, looking quite unwilling.

Su Fan couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Huoyun Dao Palace is a super sect in the Central Plains. It is famous for its inheritance of weapon arts, and most of the sect's disciples are mainly practicing weapon arts.

They are disciples of super immortal sects, and they can't be compared at all.

Only when these cannon fodders are almost dead, will the cultivators of these super sects take over.

This Meng Li's identity is not simple, he should be a family member of Huoyun Dao Palace.

The battle on the front line is so tragic, and he can still be assigned such an idle job. It must be specially arranged by the elders of his family.

Meng Li is only seventeen or eighteen years old. He should not have gone down the mountain much, and he has almost no experience.

He is quite kind and simple.

He asked a lot about the frontline along the way, and Su Fan picked out some nice things to tell him, anyway, he would not go to the battlefield.

"Senior, I also want to go to the frontline, but my family elders put me here..."

After hearing Meng Li's words, Su Fan's nose was almost crooked.

This kid really doesn't know how to appreciate his blessings.

But what else can he say? Should he tell him that his group of people are almost dead.

Su Fan followed Meng Li all the way to a house in the market.

"Senior, Master Haoxuan is on the second floor, please go to see him..."

Su Fan walked into the house and came to the second floor, and saw three Jindan masters sitting in the hall waiting for him.

He hurriedly took a few steps and bowed to the three Jindan masters.

"Greetings to all the seniors..."

The Jindan late-stage cultivator sitting at the top waved his hand at him.

"Get up, come and sit..."

Although the Jindan senior said so, Su Fan didn't dare to sit in front of the three of them, but just stood there in a proper manner.

"Well... the foundation of the physical body is good..."

"The soul is also solid, he must have worked hard..."

The two Jindan real people sitting below commented on him.

The eyes of the late Jindan cultivator in the middle condensed, and Su Fan instantly felt that he was seen through.

"Eh... this bird you raised is a bit interesting..."

Su Fan was sweating. Fortunately, before coming here, he hid all the things of the Demon Sect in the house, otherwise it would have been seen by these three old guys.

He patted the beast bag and summoned the "ghost crow".

Su Fan hadn't summoned the "ghost crow" for a while, which made it feel bad. As soon as it came out, it wanted to fly around.

But as soon as it flapped its wings, it found that there were three human real people with extremely strong auras sitting in front of it, and it immediately became timid.

The "ghost crow" quickly hid on Su Fan's shoulder, shivering and burying its head behind his head.

"This is the ghost crow..."

Su Fan reached out to comfort the "ghost crow" and nodded.

"When it was just hatched, I didn't recognize it. Later, I checked a lot of ancient books and found out..."

"You have a good chance. Even in the Western Wilderness, ghost crows are rare..."

"I also got a beast egg by accident. I didn't expect to have this opportunity..."

At this time, the Jindan real person sitting in the middle glanced at the two people around him.

"Well... good character..."

"Winning but not arrogant, rare..."

After listening to the words of the two real people around him, the late Jindan cultivator laughed.

"I didn't expect that my Zhongyuan Xianzong could also have such an outstanding genius..."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Su Fan deeply and waved his hand.

"Okay, you go..."

Su Fan bowed and bowed, then slowly left the abode.

He was a little confused. What on earth did these three masters want to do when they asked him to come here?

As for praising him for being a genius, it was probably just a saying.

He still had self-awareness. He was just a useless person with four spiritual roots.

Fortunately, they did not ask how he achieved these achievements. If they asked, he really didn't know how to explain.

Su Fan walked out of the abode and saw Meng Li waiting for him.

"Senior, you are out..."

Su Fan nodded at him. He was about to leave when he suddenly remembered something.

"Xiao Meng, those Jindan Zhenren are..."

"You mean those three? They are all Jindan Zhenren from our Huoyun Dao Palace. Zhenren Haoxuan is my great-uncle..."

After hearing what Meng Li said, Su Fan became even more confused.

Three Jindan Zhenren from super immortal sects tossed him here, but sent him back without asking anything.

What do these three old guys want?

"Senior, you are the only one summoned by my uncle among so many cultivators..."

Su Fan smiled and shook his head, not taking the other party's words seriously at all.

It is estimated that these three old guys are bored and want to see what kind of person the cultivator who ranks first on the demon-killing ranking list is.

But seeing that he is just a waste of four spiritual roots, they said a few polite words to him and then sent him back.

Su Fan chatted with Meng Li for a few more words, then said goodbye to him and returned to the cave.

In the next few days, Su Fan did not leave the house, and stayed in the house comfortably every day.

Fortunately, except for the people from Huoyun Dao Palace, no one who came to the "Chiyunfang" cultivators knew his name, so no one came to harass him these days.

But before he could have a few days of comfort, Meng Li came to the door.

Since he came to the door, Su Fan could not refuse him, so he could only let him in.

"Congratulations, senior. I have to call you uncle from now on..."

What the hell...

Why do you call me uncle?

Seeing Su Fan's confused face, Meng Li hurriedly explained.

"Senior, you don't know yet, Uncle Haoxuan has accepted you into our Huoyun Dao Palace..."

After hearing Meng Li's words, Su Fan was stunned.

This is...

Are all super immortal sects so domineering? They accepted me into the mountain gate, didn't they tell him?

This is not forcing good people... Bah...

This is not forced buying and selling.

If Su Fan was accepted by the super immortal sect before, he would laugh in his dreams.

But now that he was accepted into the sect, Su Fan always felt that Huoyun Dao Palace wanted him to be cannon fodder.

When he thought of the people in "Chiyunfang", they were all people who crawled out of the pile of dead bodies.

All of them have experienced the most brutal battlefield tests and are definitely the best cannon fodder.

Huoyun Taoist Palace took these people in as its disciples when the war was at its most brutal. This was a very smart calculation.