Staying In The World Of Cultivation

Chapter 63: You Really Don't Remember Me

In the early morning, the sun rose, and a soft and faint morning light appeared.

The golden morning light shone through the gaps in the clouds, and the edges of the light spread from the earth, enveloping the distant mountains.

Su Fan sat cross-legged on the small Spirit Gathering array, cultivating the Primordial Origin Technique.

After nine rounds of cultivation, he slowly opened his eyes and smiled with satisfaction on his face.

He opened the game panel [Realm]: Qi Refining Fifth Layer: 95/100.

In just over a month, he would be able to complete his cultivation at this realm and break through to the Qi Refining Sixth Layer.

After a few more years of hard cultivation, he would be able to break through to the Qi Refining Late Stage and increase his lifespan.

To reach the Qi Refining perfection would mean a lifespan of two hundred years.

The Extreme Yin Physique is really powerful.

No wonder so many cultivators cultivate the Joyous Union Dao.

When Su Fan thought of the beautiful scene he woke up to, his heart couldn't help but surge with emotions.

He quickly took a deep breath and suppressed the turbulent emotions in his heart.

Calm down, be composed, it's not like I haven't seen it before.

However, it's really amazing.

After all, as a child who grew up under the red flag and in a Confucian atmosphere, he had always looked down on his own behavior of running away.

Damn it, a scumbag is a scumbag. Who asked you to chase after me?

However, Gu Qinghuan suffered such a big loss, but it seems like she didn't make a big fuss about finding me.

After Su Fan came out of the Demon Burial Mound, he changed his appearance and physique, and he no longer had the ghost face tattoo.

Coupled with the Third Layer of "Void Spirit Law," "Concealment Art," and "Concealment and Suppression Talisman," it was already impossible to find him.

Su Fan left the house and came to the streets of the market, arriving at a restaurant.

The restaurant was very simple, just a shed with a few tables and chairs, without even a fence, allowing the wind to blow through.

There were quite a few people in the morning, and the owner of the restaurant was busy, sweating profusely.

Su Fan found an empty table and greeted the owner.

"Old Yu, bring me some food..."

"Alright..."

Old Yu replied and brought over a steamed large porcelain basin, placing it on his table.

The surrounding cultivators all looked at Su Fan with confusion on their faces.

This guy is so skinny, can he eat so much?

This large basin of food is enough for them to eat for several days.

Su Fan didn't pay attention to the strange gazes around him. With his physical body advancing again, his appetite increased once more.

Now when he ate, even he was afraid.

He picked up a spoon and stirred the diced meat, green peas, mushroom dices, and vegetable leaves in the basin.

Allowing the ingredients, soup, and Spirit Rice to fully blend together, the method was similar to the claypot rice in Guangzhou in his previous life.

This was specially customized by Su Fan, teaching Old Yu the method step by step, and steaming this large basin for him in advance every mealtime.

He ate this every day for three meals.

"Old Guan, is Shifting Yin Sect still setting up checkpoints everywhere?"

"Not only checkpoints, but there are also patrol teams everywhere. As long as they stop you, it won't end well..."

"I was stopped once last month, and they even searched my storage bag. They're going too far..."

"Sigh... It's all because of those cults causing trouble. We independent cultivators are all implicated..."

While Su Fan was digging into the Spirit Rice, he listened to the discussions of the people around him.

It seems like he'll have to stay here for a while and wait for the situation to calm down before making any plans.

Su Fan had two Tenfang storage bags on him alone. If he encountered malicious disciples from the demonic sect who accused him of being an Evil Cultivator, he could only fight back.

The consequences of offending the Shifting Yin Sect in Zhao Country could be imagined.

Damn it, the disciples of the sect are really powerful.

If it weren't for the war in Yong State, he would have had a chance to enter the sect.

Unfortunately, there is little hope in these years.

Even if the war between immortals and demons ends, it won't be easy to return to Yong State.

After finishing breakfast, Su Fan went to the streets of the market, laid out a piece of animal skin, and arranged talismans and various miscellaneous items on it.

He took out a stool and sat on it quietly reading a book.

At this moment, a middle-aged Independent Cultivator walked over and set up his stall next to him.

"Old Su, you're out early today..."

"Hehe... I just arrived too..."

After Su Fan finished speaking, he asked the other person.

"Old He, I heard that it's quite lively in Yong State..."

"Indeed, the True Demon Sect of Qi Country has almost emptied their nest, and our Shifting Yin Sect of Zhao Country has also sent quite a few people."

"So, can they take down Yong State this time?"

"Take it down? Bullshit! Several immortal sects from the Central Plains have gotten involved. It won't settle down without a few years of fighting."

Su Fan sighed in his heart. He couldn't go back in these few years. It's better to stay in the territory of the demonic sect.

While the two were chatting, a young man came to Su Fan's stall.

He was in his twenties and had a cultivation level of the fourth layer of Qi Refining.

He was dressed in the standard black robe of the Shifting Yin Sect, not tall, with an average appearance, and a pair of eyes as black as ink, with a hint of innocence between his eyebrows.

Old He, who came over to chat, saw that the other party was a disciple of the Shifting Yin Sect and quickly moved away.

Su Fan glanced at the other party and felt that he looked somewhat familiar, but couldn't remember where he had seen him before.

"Fellow Daoist, want to buy talismans?"

The other party looked at Su Fan and smiled innocently.

"You really don't remember me..."

Su Fan frowned when he heard this. I have no idea who you are.

"In Qionghua Mansion..."

When Su Fan heard this, he immediately remembered who this person was.

He was the disciple of the Shifting Yin Sect that he rescued from the dungeon in Qionghua Mansion.

Before the other party finished speaking, Su Fan waved his hand and interrupted him. He couldn't let him continue.

"Why did you come here?"

This kid looked quite excited and squatted directly in front of Su Fan's stall.

"I made great contributions this time. The sect not only rewarded me, but also allowed me to enter the inner sect. I haven't..."

Su Fan quickly waved his hand, not letting him continue, and changed the topic again.

"Congratulations, entering the inner sect at such a young age, your future is limitless."

"I've been looking for you all this time. I didn't expect to meet you here. If it weren't for..."

Seeing Su Fan interrupting him again, this kid understood even if he was stupid.

He glanced at Old He, who was eavesdropping on their conversation, then turned his head to look at Su Fan.

Seeing Su Fan slightly nodding, he smirked.

"Let's go... I'll treat you to a meal..."

Su Fan smiled bitterly and could only nod helplessly.

If he let this kid stay here, who knows what he might say.

He packed up his stall and followed the other party to the only restaurant in Tuo Mountain District.

It was called a restaurant, but it was actually a two-story eatery.

The first floor had scattered seats, and the second floor was divided into simple private rooms with bamboo curtains.

Because it was mostly frequented by Independent Cultivators, they only sold simple side dishes and didn't even have spirit wine.

Su Fan found that this kid was quite talkative.

He kept talking along the way, his mouth never idle.

Su Fan didn't talk much, occasionally asking a question would lead to a long conversation from the other party.

After just a few sentences, Su Fan had a good understanding of this kid's situation.

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