At the gate of the courtyard.
The grandfather and grandson watched as the stranger on horseback kicked up dust and rode away, until he completely disappeared from sight.
Li Ping'an looked at the wooden sword in his hand, still practicing the Pile Work from before.
"Hiss..."
Suddenly, his ear felt a tearing pain.
Old Man Li, who had been rather polite before, suddenly burst into rage, "You scoundrel, that man is also someone seeking immortality, and will likely ascend to the heavens one day. Talking about killing Immortals, you really... really want to get the whole village killed!"
"I want revenge!"
"Crack—"
Old Man Li snapped the wooden sword in half, raised his hand as if to strike, but then stopped mid-air, "My boy, just accept your fate..."
...
In this so-called Cultivation World, people's lives aren't necessarily better than in Dasheng.
Cultivators need so much Spiritual Grain...
Why can't they grow it themselves?
