Chapter 122: Wooden Slips Save All Living Things

When the monks heard what Li Fan said, they were stunned at first, then there was an uproar, with different reactions.

Some looked disdainful and mocked loudly: "Where did this little Qi-refining monk come from, talking nonsense here?"

"That's right, and you asked people to disperse their energy. Why don't you disperse it yourself?"

Some were thoughtful: "Could it be that Daoyou means that the monster holding a wooden stick only targets monks and not mortals?"

"Although it sounds a bit incredible, it is not impossible. The scene here is, to some extent, very similar to the weirdness in the sect ruins."

This statement resonated with many monks.

"The blue ox is about to pull the cart into Yunshui Heavenly Palace, and we don't have much time left. We can give it a try."

"But that wooden stick is really powerful. Maybe it's because of our cultivation that we can save our lives. If we lose our power and become mortals, we might be beaten to death by a stick."

"Hiss, what this Taoist friend said is not unreasonable."

Everyone was talking about it, and for a while no one dared to step forward to try.

While hesitating, a red-haired cultivator seemed a little overwhelmed. He roared and looked at everyone unhappily: "What's there to worry about? It's just the dissipation of power! Anyway, with the "Taishang Yuanshi Zhenjing", I can quickly recover. I'll do it!"

As he said, he flew and landed in front of the thatched house. Then the "Taishang Yuanshi Zhenjing" was activated, and in just a moment, all the cultivation was gone, and he became a mortal.

Li Fan's heart moved, and the Wuxiang murderous intent immediately locked him.

The red-haired monk was a bit careless before, but now he couldn't help but become nervous when facing the tall and fierce monster with his mortal body.

He swallowed his saliva and moved forward little by little.

The eyes of everyone present were focused on him at this moment. In an instant, there was silence around.

Slowly approaching the thatched house, the mouthless monster still ignored him. The stick monster stared at him for a long time, raised the stick in his hand several times, but never smashed it down.

In this way, the red-haired man came to the door of the thatched house without any danger.

The faint sound of reading in the house suddenly stopped.

The door opened with a bang, and a somewhat old voice came from inside.

"Come in!"

The red-haired man showed a happy expression and strode into the house.

The door of the house was closed, and the two door gods were still guarding outside with a covetous look.

And the area around the blue ox pulling the cart suddenly became as lively as a vegetable market.

"Really succeeded?!"

"This Qi Refining Master, this Taoist friend is really smart, I don't know how to address him?"

"Damn it, Liu Zhi got there first. No, I have to go in too!"

Of course, there are still many cultivators who remain calm: "No hurry, wait for Liu Zhi to come out and see what kind of opportunity is inside this thatched house."

"Yes, he is a mortal now anyway. He can't run away even if he wants to."

...

The surroundings were in a mess, but Li Fan frowned and stared at the thatched house.

Because, at the moment when Liu Zhi entered the house, the Wuxiang Killing Intent that locked him failed.

Since Li Fan comprehended this magical power, this situation has never occurred.

Wuxiang Killing Intent, used as a pseudo-fate. It is always beneficial in various occasions.

And now...

The person in this thatched house may be a very terrifying existence.

Other cultivators did not have the same worries as Li Fan. Five more Qi-refining cultivators rushed into the thatched hut.

As for the foundation-building cultivators, they were still cautiously watching.

There was no change in the thatched hut, only the sound of reading that seemed to have remained unchanged for thousands of years echoed in everyone's hearts.

The sound seemed to be a little clearer than when it was first heard. But it was still unclear and the specific content could not be distinguished.

Although the cultivators were anxious, they could only choose to wait patiently.

The next morning.

Without anyone noticing, the six people who entered yesterday suddenly appeared in the open space outside the thatched hut.

They were lying on the ground in all directions, but their breath was still there, as if they had just fallen into a deep sleep.

"Wait, didn't they all lose their cultivation and become mortals? Why are all their cultivation restored now?"

Soon, a cultivator noticed something was wrong.

"Not only has their cultivation been fully restored, it seems that their cultivation has all been one small realm higher than before?"

"That's right, Liu Zhi was in the early stage of Qi Refining before. After just one night, he has now become the middle stage of Qi Refining!"

"This middle stage Qi Refining has also broken through to the late stage of Qi Refining!"

"The late stage Qi Refining has not broken through. But his aura has become much more condensed, so I think there are always benefits."

Amid the exclamations of the crowd, the eyes looking at the thatched hut have been completely different.

Opportunity, great opportunity!

How much resources and time can be saved by forcibly improving a small realm without distinction!

The higher the cultivation, the higher the value!

Impatiently, the cultivators woke up the six people and asked about what happened in the thatched hut yesterday.

The six people's statements were consistent, but everyone present looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Just followed the book for a day?"

"The teaching was a wooden scroll floating in the air?"

"I can't remember what I read?"

...

It's indeed a bit weird, but it should not be a lie.

With the opportunity in front of them, after hesitating for a moment, all the Qi-refining cultivators present entered the house.

Chen An was about to step forward, but he looked back at Li Fan and saw that he did not move. He could not help but feel a little strange.

He asked humbly: "Daoyou Li, is there anything strange here?"

Li Fan shook his head: "There should be no problem. But I am already in the late stage of Qi-refining, and the opportunity here is of little use to me. Daoyou can go in by yourself, don't worry about me. I will observe for a while."

Chen An hesitated for a moment, but still bowed to Li Fan and then entered the thatched house.

The foundation-building cultivators were still hesitant to move.

Zhou Ningchang explained the reason to Li Fan.

It turned out that although cultivators with a cultivation level above the foundation-building level can disperse their cultivation through the "Taishang Yuanshi Zhenjing", their own foundation is still there, between reality and illusion, and will not be dissolved.

What they hesitated about was whether they would be regarded as mortals, so everyone was watching.

After waiting for a long time, a foundation-building cultivator finally couldn't hold back.

He tried first.

After his cultivation was completely dissipated, he was able to enter the thatched hut safely without any accidents.

So all the foundation-building cultivators were overjoyed and followed him in.

Even the only Jindan Zhenren in the field couldn't resist the temptation.

As for the six cultivators who had entered yesterday, they wanted to repeat the old trick and improve another small realm.

As expected, they were beaten out by sticks.

So they left one after another, wanting to bring their relatives and friends here before the blue ox pulled the cart into Yunshui Tiangong.

Soon, Li Fan was the only one left outside the thatched hut.