Chapter 122: There Is No Immortality, This May Be Me

On the way back to Qinxian Mountain.

Chen Xun felt comfortable all over and was already thinking about the eighteen ways the Red Lightning Wolf could do it.

The big black cow also looked pleased with himself. He looked at Chen Xun from time to time and saw that his belly was ready.

But when they passed Xiuxin Pavilion, it was very lively. They formed a circle and pointed.

There is no shortage of monks to watch the excitement in the world of immortality, not to mention the centenary event of Yuxu City is about to take place and there are too many monks.

Originally, Chen Xun and Da Heiniu had encountered this situation more than a dozen times over the years, but they never watched the excitement or expressed any opinions, and were just about to go back on their own.

But when they heard the people around them saying what happened to the 'Li Temple', Chen Xun and Da Hei Niu stopped and looked over there.

In the center of the circle is a white-haired old man. His face is wrinkled and his hair is messy. He is at the tenth level of Qi refining stage. His white clothes are full of dirt.

He seemed a little crazy and started arguing outside Xiuxin Pavilion.

"Senior, please, please let me buy a cave. I have spiritual stones. I really have spiritual stones!!"

Li Miao's voice was old and hoarse, his eyes were red, and the ground was covered with fallen low-grade spiritual stones. "There will be an auction of Foundation Establishment Pills at the grand event next year. Senior, please give me a chance!"

"The rules are the rules. You can build the foundation and then buy it. The Xiuxin Pavilion is not a charity hall."

A man frowned and said, this man has been here several times, and he has also tried to persuade me with good words, "Junior, there are only three things to do. Don't trample on Qinxian Mountain's bottom line again."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man's foundation-building aura exploded instantly, and a surging mana pressed towards Li Miao. Although this mana was not fatal, there was a deep despair in Li Miao's eyes.

He has never seen such powerful magic power. Maybe in his eyes, this magic power is stronger than the ancestor of Nascent Soul...

He was knocked back more than ten steps, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he collapsed on the ground. His body seemed to be falling apart, but he suddenly became calm and stopped making noises.

Sometimes real despair has nothing to do with pain and sadness. The despair that really penetrates the bone marrow makes people feel calm.

The surrounding monks stayed far away, some shook their heads and smiled bitterly, and some had inexplicable mockery in their eyes.

"Go back and forth from wherever you are." The man snorted coldly, turned around and walked towards Xiuxin Pavilion.

There was no excitement to see, and the surrounding monks gradually dispersed. No one would pay attention to what would happen to a casual practitioner during the Qi refining period.

A spiritual stone also quietly slipped from Li Miao's body, and he smiled sadly: "Do you even look down on me?"

In the cool breeze, the leaves swayed aimlessly, swirling in the coolness. This low-grade spiritual stone kept rolling, as if it was the last straw that broke his heart.

The wrinkles on Li Miao's face were squeezed deeper and deeper, and his hoarse throat kept rolling: "Even you look down on me..."

At this moment, a big hand suddenly stretched out, and it was the fallen low-grade spiritual stone.

Li Miao slowly raised his head, and there was a smiling face, and there was a black cow beside him. His pupils were wide open, and he quickly adjusted his clothes: "Senior, it's you!"

Over the years, he has guided many seniors, but no one has ever given him two more spiritual stones. Chen Xun and the black bull spiritual beast have always been in his heart.

"Moo~" The big black cow also picked up a few spiritual stones next to it.

"Long time no see." Chen Xun said with a gentle look on his face, "Put away the spirit stones. It's hard to come by."

"Yes, senior." Li Miao's voice was old and hoarse, and he was no longer the middle-aged man with eyes full of hope.

In such a situation, what I fear most is a sudden expression of concern from a stranger, especially if this person is a senior.

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He didn't know why tears welled up in his eyes. He remembered that he hadn't cried in many years.

Chen Xun sat on the ground nonchalantly: "Why do you have to buy a cave in Qinxian Mountain?"

"Moo?" Da Hei Niu also squatted aside, with doubts in his eyes. With these spiritual stones, Li Miao can improve his strength first.

"To be honest, senior...three generations of my family have lived in Yuxu City, but because they have no stable residence, they have left and dispersed."

Li Miao's eyes were cloudy, and he looked at Qinxian Mountain hopefully, "It would be great if I could buy a cave there... they wouldn't leave."

"So that's it. During next year's centenary event and the big auction, the Alchemy Cauldron Sect will put out the Foundation Establishment Pill for auction. This will also be a way for the casual cultivators to survive."

Chen Xun patted Li Miao, his eyes full of encouragement, "When the time comes, just go and pat one, and then come back to buy the cave. Lao Niu and I will take a hundred spiritual stones, and we will be neighbors."

"Moo!!" Big Black Bull also nodded in encouragement. Chen Xun said: If you don't steal or rob, God will bless those who work hard.

"Thank you, senior, thank you, senior Heiniu." Li Miao kept lowering his head and cupping his hands, and tears as big as beans fell down.

"Let's go and take you home. You are not in a good state now."

Chen Xun explored Li Miao's body and his pupils shrank slightly, "We have nothing to do now, so don't be in a hurry."

Li Miao still bent over and held his hands, unable to say a word. Chen Xun forcibly lifted him up with his magic power, and then headed towards Beicheng.

Half a day later.

Behind the bustling North City, there are many invisible and densely packed small shabby houses. This is a gathering place for casual cultivators. There is a mixture of fish and dragons, and there are monks everywhere who are making a living in the city.

Li Miao was alone, living in a dilapidated cabin with only one bed, and his situation seemed quite miserable.

There were many casual cultivators passing by. When they saw Chen Xun, they all bowed their hands in salute, and their pace quickened a bit.

Big Black Bull stood outside the house and couldn't squeeze in. The door was too small and too shabby, which was really embarrassing.

There was a dry tree outside the door, with branches crookedly stretching in all directions. There was no brilliance and it was not eye-catching. Instead, it was a bit desolate and bleak against the cold wind.

Chen Xun looked around, without any concern, but he sighed deeply. If Li Miao was in the mortal world of Gan Country, he would definitely be a wealthy and powerful immortal master.

"Senior, I'm really sorry to delay you for half a day. Please accept these 100 spirit stones." Li Miao said tremblingly, holding the spirit stones in his hand.

"I am a foundation-building cultivator, do I need your 100 spirit stones?" Chen Xun sneered, "Li Miao, you don't give me face."

"Senior, please forgive me!" Li Miao's face was shocked, his hands were shaking with fear, and a few spirit stones fell to the ground sparsely.

Chen Xun waved his hand and changed the subject: "Take good care of your injuries. Next year will be the Centennial Festival. You must seize the opportunity."

"The junior will follow your teachings." Li Miao bowed to Chen Xun, his eyes full of emotion.

Chen Xun took the big black bull away on his own, but sighed slightly when he left.

Chen Xun looked at Li Miao as if he saw himself in the past. If he had not been immortal, perhaps after crossing over, he would have lived an ordinary life in the mortal world.

Or maybe he would come into contact with the world of immortal cultivation, and then work hard for immortal cultivation resources.

If nothing unexpected happened, he would die with regret in the depths of Ningyun Mountains due to his limited immortal cultivation qualifications. The process seemed to be no different from Li Miao.

The mentality of immortals and immortal cultivators is different after all. Everyone met by chance, and they could only wish him a better ending.

Li Miao leaned lightly on the bed and slightly closed his eyes. He felt his body aching, but he kept murmuring softly, "It would be great if I could get a foundation-building pill next year..."