Rise of Qinglian

Wang Mingren frowned. As far as he knew, being trapped in the Land of Absolute Spirits basically meant waiting to die.

He can't use magic power now. Even if he encounters a larger beast, he will be an opponent. After all, he is now a mortal body. Not to mention magic power, he can't even use his spiritual consciousness. He is just an ordinary mortal.

He looked at Huang Fugui with a hint of vigilance. Huang Fugui was a casual cultivator and had a hidden weapon in his hand. In a real fight, he would definitely not be Huang Fugui's opponent.

It is essential to be on guard against others. Although Huang Fugui is known to be greedy for life and afraid of death, no one can guarantee whether he will have evil thoughts. There are decent gentlemen in the world, and there are also sanctimonious hypocrites.

"In the Land of Absolute Spirits, only fools will kill their companions if they cannot use magic power. I am not that stupid. It doesn't matter if someone speaks to you. You haven't been trapped in a restriction for twenty years. You don't know how it feels. You can't practice. If you don’t have anyone to talk to, you will go crazy.”

Huang Fugui said meaningfully and walked forward.

"Fellow Daoist Huang, where are you going?"

"Find a way out, you can't stay here and wait to die! The space in the Purple Fire Abyss is extremely unstable, there might be a way out! If you don't want to die, come together!"

Huang Fugui explained briefly and walked forward.

Wang Mingren hesitated for a moment and quickly followed.

This space is very large. They have no magic power and spiritual consciousness, so they can only move forward aimlessly. The most troublesome thing is that they have become mortal bodies. Without food, they will starve to death here. This is The horror of a ghostly place.

A month later, on a desolate mountain peak, Wang Mingren and Huang Fugui sat among a pile of rocks. Huang Fugui looked content and optimistic, while Wang Mingren frowned and looked sad.

They had been gone for a month and not even a single monster was seen, let alone other cultivators.

Wang Mingren's stomach growled. He felt weak and hungry.

Huang Fugui took out a white porcelain bottle, poured out a yellow pill and took it. He handed the bottle to Wang Mingren and said: "This is the Bigu Pill. You can take it slowly and take it slowly! One Bigu Pill will keep you from eating for a month. It's enough." You’ve had it for a year.”

Wang Mingren's face looked a little strange, and he asked doubtfully: "How many Bigu Pills are there in your body?"

Huang Fugui is known to be greedy for life and afraid of death. At this time, Bigu Pill can be said to be a life-saving tool. Is Huang Fugui so generous?

"Hey, I've been worried about this happening for a long time. The Bigu Pill in my body is enough for us to eat for decades. Having said that, you monks who come from cultivating families or cultivating sects don't have much sense of worry at all. I have already considered this. By all odds, you probably only purchased the map and detoxifying pills, and you won’t be carrying a large amount of bigu pills and detoxifying pills with you.”

"You have an extraordinary background, and you have had nothing to worry about since you were young. There is no need, and you will not come to a dangerous place like Zihuoyuan. The sect can provide you with the resources you need to cultivate immortality. As long as you can accumulate enough contribution points, It’s not like us who practice casually and sleep in the open air. We don’t even have complete cultivation techniques, let alone other things.”

Huang Fugui spoke as he walked. He seemed to be speaking to Wang Mingren, but also to himself.

"It's not enough to eat and sleep in the open! Don't each major sect have a market? Can't you just go to the market to make a living? You have a skill, but are you afraid that you can't support yourself?"

Wang Mingren said casually, but as soon as he said it, he regretted it. The casual cultivator didn't even have complete skills, let alone a skill.

Huang Fugui laughed at himself and said: "One skill? Who doesn't think about it? How many people can succeed? There are jobs in the city, which is only enough for us to maintain a basic life. We work as cows and horses for others. It's just to maintain a basic life. We still have to work." It is better to go to the secular world and be a local emperor and live happily."

"In order to go further on the immortal road, most of us casual cultivators make a living by hunting monsters and beasts. We tie our heads in our belts to earn a living. We have finally accumulated a few spiritual stones. You want us to learn skills? If we learn well, how can we make a living? Okay, if you don’t learn well, you have to start over. Do you think hunting monsters is easy? If you are not careful, you will lose your life. We hunt monsters to earn spiritual stones. You are here to gain experience and carry them with you. Lots of good stuff.”

"I know a few casual cultivators who are in the alchemy stage. They had to endure a lot of hardships to reach the ninth level of alchemy. In order to conceive a baby, they had to go to the Purple Fire Abyss to find the spiritual object to form a baby. Unfortunately, they died on the fourth floor. According to the demonic insects, if I hadn’t run fast, I would have died like them.”

Huang Fugui sighed, with a look of reminiscence on his face.

Wang Mingren was silent. He and Huang Fugui were from two different worlds. They grew up in different environments. He could not understand what Huang Fugui did, nor could he agree with it.

As an alchemy cultivator, there is nothing wrong with being polite to fellow cultivators. However, Huang Fugui was afraid and kept making smiles to others. Wang Mingren felt deeply ashamed.

"I know you look down on me and think I am embarrassed. You have never been hungry and don't know what it feels like. I just want to live. Only by living can I seek more. How much is face worth? You never know if your parents starve to death. What does it feel like to be in front of you? You have never seen anyone eating anyone, and you have never chewed tree bark. You have had enough food and clothing since you were young, and it is normal for you to value face."

Huang Fugui stretched out and lay on the ground, looking at the white clouds in the sky with a contented expression on his face.

Wang Mingren was silent for a while and asked: "If you could do it all over again, would you still practice immortality? Would you still become a casual cultivator?"

"Of course I can cultivate immortality. If I don't cultivate immortality, I will be caught robbing tombs sooner or later. If I cultivate immortality, as long as I don't provoke the powerful monks, there will be no problem. At worst, I can run away. If you can't fight, just run away. There is no shame in it. I'm still a casual cultivator. If you join the sect, can you quit halfway? The higher your cultivation level, the more constraints you will be subject to. If you could come back again, would you still join the Taiyi Immortal Sect? Or would you stay in the family?"

Wang Mingren was silent for a while, then sighed: "I think I will join the sect! But time will not go back, and there is no regret medicine in the world. I don't know how Feng'er is doing. I hope she is okay!"

Ximen Feng's cultivation was not as good as his, and he was worried that Ximen Feng would be in danger.

"You should think about yourself! If we can't leave this hellish place, we will turn into white bones after eating Bigu Pill. Well, let's continue on the road! I hope we can find a way out."

Huang Fugui stood up, patted the dust on his body, and walked down the mountain.

Wang Mingren sighed and followed quickly.

At the foot of the mountain is a vast gray dense forest. The trees have few leaves and thick trunks covered with sharp thorns.

It didn't take long for them to disappear into the gray forest.