The Mortal Immortal

Wentian City, where billions of people live, is always bustling with people and brightly lit, like a sleepless city that never sleeps.

Working at sunrise and resting at sunset is just a habit of mortals. After a day of hard work, you need sleep and sweet dreams to eliminate fatigue. But monks have no concept of sleep. When they are really tired, they just sit in meditation to rest. There is no sleep, and naturally there is no dream.

However, some monks living in Wentian City are often haunted by a strange dream. These monks who meditate will unconsciously fall into a dream and enter a fantasy world.

Just like a real dream, they don’t know how they came in the dream, what they are doing in the dream, and even don’t know that they are dreaming.

Wentian City seems to be extremely prosperous, but for the lower-level monks living here, the prosperity of Wentian City has nothing to do with them. They are like the gravel under the base of a prosperous palace, silently supporting the brilliance of the palace, while they silently support it in the dark base.

Qiu Siyuan is such a grain of gravel in Wentian City.

He was in the late stage of Jindan cultivation, and was a low-level alchemist in Chunguitang.

The alchemist in Chunguitang was a very good position. Chunguitang gave more spirit stones, and Qiu Siyuan could occasionally secretly exchange some spiritual medicine corners. However, Chunguitang was too busy, and the spiritual medicine refining tasks received were quite complicated, which consumed the energy of the alchemist.

Qiu Siyuan had been refining medicine for four months without interruption, without a moment's rest. The refining of high-level elixirs drained his energy, but fortunately, the spirit stone bag was still bulging. He staggered to his residence with the spirit stone bag.

As cultivators from all over the human race came here, Wentian City was soon overcrowded, so it was very rare for the lower three realm cultivators to have a residence in the core area of ​​Wentian City where they could retreat and practice. The cultivators living in Wentian City were not bad, they only needed a relatively secluded room, they did not need to eat, drink, defecate, and urinate, they could just sit cross-legged and repair.

Qiu Siyuan lay in his empty house, looking at the dim roof, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh. He played with the bulging spirit stone bag, thinking that he had been working hard in Wentian for more than 220 years. As long as he worked for another 50 years, he would have spirit stones to buy a Wanjindan and try to break through the peak of the Jindan.

But thinking about it, Qiu Siyuan felt very tired, and his thoughts unconsciously moved from Wanjindan to Lanfang Tower. Thinking of the charming and charming female cultivators in Lanfang Tower, he couldn't help but have wild thoughts. Then he thought of the spirit liquid and fine wine in Chunxiang Pavilion and the mountain and sea delicacies in Tianci Tower, and felt that it was a pity not to have fun after working so hard for so many years.

Wentian is a place where cultivators can quickly earn spirit stones, but it is also a place where spirit stones can be quickly consumed. Qiu Siyuan had saved enough spirit stones to buy a Wanjindan as early as 80 years ago, but he couldn't help but go to Lanfang Tower to practice dual cultivation with a charming female cultivator in the middle stage of Yuanying, and he used up all his spirit stones in one night.

However, whenever he recalled that experience, Qiu Siyuan would always have endless aftertastes and talk about it with great relish.

He, Qiu Siyuan, was only a late Jindan cultivator, and he might never reach the Yuanying stage in his lifetime. In the outside world, when he met a Yuanying cultivator, he had to be submissive and call him "senior". But that night, even though he spent all his savings, he slept with a charming body of a Yuanying cultivator. The ecstasy and arrogant experience made him unable to stop.

"Ah!"

Qiu Siyuan felt so sleepy and didn't want to concentrate on meditation to recover.

"If only I had countless spirit stones, how happy I would be in Wentian."

With unreal fantasies, Qiu Siyuan slowly fell asleep, and his consciousness gradually slipped into dreams.

Qiu Siyuan walked on a familiar yet unfamiliar long street, which was a long street he often strolled on. This street led to the famous brothel in this area. Qiu Siyuan often strolled on this long street, staring at the brothel with bright lights and floating spiritual light.

Now he was walking on this street, but he found it strange. Because this street was always busy with people, but now he was the only one on the deserted long street.

Just when Qiu Siyuan was wondering, a purple light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes, and a woman who was a thousand times more beautiful than the Yuanying female cultivator he had slept with that year. The woman had flowing purple hair, and she came to Qiu Siyuan with a smile, pulled him with a smile, and said in a tender voice: "You are finally here, the banquet has been waiting for you for a long time, come with me."

Qiu Siyuan was at a loss, and was led by the purple-haired woman to run towards the gold-selling cave. Being led by the purple-haired woman, Qiu Siyuan was in a boiling mood. He ran in this strange and familiar neighborhood, and had fun in the dream shops. Banquets began and ended one after another. At each banquet, the guests raised their glasses to cheer Qiu Siyuan's arrival. Qiu Siyuan gradually lost himself in this carnival, and he was immersed in this carnival and couldn't extricate himself.

Qiu Siyuan couldn't help but smile foolishly in his sleep until the night faded and the day came.

However, Qiu Siyuan didn't wake up. His soul seemed to be led by the purple-haired woman and stayed forever in the banquet full of wine and material desires.

…

Passing through the Kangqian Gate, Shu Han and Tian Jinmi officially entered this magnificent city.

On a thunderstorm night, Wentian City was brightly lit and spiritual light emerged, just like a capital city that never goes dark.

Tian Jinmi said: "According to intelligence, the number of cases of sleepwalking in the Night City has skyrocketed in recent years. There have been several recent cases where sleepwalkers saw the Purple Haired Witch in the Night City. I think the recent surge in the number of sleepwalking in the Night City should be related to the Purple Haired Witch!"

"Wait!"

Shu Han asked: "What is sleepwalking in the Night City?"

Tian Jinmi looked at Wentiandu under the thunderstorm and explained: "Sleepwalking in the Night City is a peculiar phenomenon in Wentiandu. The monks living in Wentiandu will enter a special dream during meditation or sleep. The dreams are all Wentiandu in the eternal night, but there are no living creatures coming and going in this Wentian, only evil spirits that tempt monks into dreams. The souls of the monks wantonly release their desires in this materialistic Night City, and eventually their souls fall into that Night City forever, and their real selves become zombies. This is sleepwalking in the Night City."

Shu Han frowned.

"There is still such a strange phenomenon?! Is there someone causing trouble? For example, the purple-haired witch!"

"Maybe, but..."

Tian Jinmi said: "Sleepwalking in Night City has existed for hundreds of thousands of years, but there is no doubt that the recent surge in the number of sleepwalking in Night City must be related to the purple-haired witch." Tian Jinmi pointed in the direction of Wentiandu and said: "Wentiandu Protectorate caught a living sleepwalker named Qiu Siyuan, a late Jindan cultivator. He is now in a state of madness, but he is talking about the purple-haired fairy like crazy."

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