How can one become an immortal with such laziness?

The path of laziness and slacking off is indeed vast and profound, and the task ahead is long and arduous!

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 42 You are not a fish, how can you know the fish's joy?

[Hongli: [Images][Images][Images]]

[Hongli: Enjoy the scenery!]

[Hei Yang: Wow, this Flaming Mountain is on fire! It looks pretty exciting.]

[Hongli: Right, right? I just saw a powerful guy who could fly, and he just vanished in a flash.]

[Black Sun: You're definitely a big shot, but you should tone it down a bit. You're acting like you've never seen anything like it before.]

[Hongli: You've seen it before?]

[Black Sun: No, but I have wings of imagination.]

[Hongli: Why make daydreaming sound so nice?]

[Hongli: Wait, you're not still not up, are you?]

[Hei Yang: You guessed right. I'm still lying in your study. Aside from not having a blanket, I'm fine.]

[Hongli: I think I put the blanket on the seventh bookshelf... Wait, why am I telling you this?]

[Hong Li: You, wake up! How can you sleep at your age? Get out there and start cultivating!]

[Heiyang: May I ask why you think I would listen to you?]

[Hong Li: That's how it's supposed to be, okay? I've already helped you advance to the first level of Qi Refining, so it's your turn to advance to the second level, right?]

[Hei Yang: Oh, is that so? So, after I reach the second level of Qi Refining, you advance to the third level?]

[Hongli: ?]

[Hongli: No, what are you thinking about?]

[Hong Li: Of course, you should be the one to advance to the third level of Qi Refining!]

[Hei Yang: So, what about advancing to the fourth level of Qi Refining?]

[Hongli: It's you again!]

[Black Sun: No? I said, then where are you going?]

[Hong Li: Huh? Of course I'm resting! You don't expect me to cultivate, do you? Don't be ridiculous!]

[Black Sun: ...]

[Hei Yang: Xiao Li.]

[Hongli: You... what are you trying to do... I'm warning you, don't, don't get any funny ideas!]

[Hei Yang: It seems you haven't realized who has the upper hand between us right now?]

[Hongli: What do you mean?!]

[Heiyang: Is he genuinely ignorant or just pretending?]

[Heiyang: It's okay, I'll explain it to you.]

[Black Sun: First of all, your offensive skill against me, "writing a fake letter to tell my parents," has been disabled, and that's all you can do.]

[Hei Yang: As for me, I don't actually need to use any special methods. As long as I keep lying flat and our cultivation levels remain unchanged...]

At that time, do you think it will be you, in the Five Elements Sect, or me, in Five Colors City, who suffers the most?

[Hong Li: !]

[Hongli: Dear brother—]

[Black Sun: We're not falling for that.]

Hongli: You *****

[Hei Yang: Heh, it seems you still haven't grasped your current status. A mere Hong Li, I'll have to teach you a lesson!]

[Hei Yang: Don't worry, I definitely won't be cultivating for a while. I'll just be eating, drinking, and having fun. We'll see who gets anxious after a while.]

[Hei Yang: Hmm, that's enough chatting. Time to get up! Good news always makes one feel refreshed!]

[Hongli: ???]

[Hong Li: No, I was wrong! I've advanced to the third level, okay?]

[Hongli: Huh? Huh? Heiyang!!!]

"Hiss, Hong Li must be thinking of popping my head off right now."

Hei Yang couldn't help but scratch his forehead, realizing he hadn't actually come up with any wild ideas. He breathed a sigh of relief and grinned slyly, "Now I've turned the tide. Let's see how she begs me for mercy, hehehe!"

After leaving the bookstore, I locked the door behind me, said goodbye to my uncle and aunt, and started my journey home.

As for why Hei Yang had the key to the Red Glass Bookstore—he could only say that he had more than just the key to the Red Glass Bookstore!

As the temperature gradually rises, the streets of Wuse City are becoming more noisy and bustling than usual.

The snow has long since melted, and the fragrance of flowers wafts through the air from time to time. Winter is long gone, and it is now late spring.

"But then again..."

Hei Yang squinted at the sky: "Hong Li was arrested before she even got to celebrate the New Year. Thinking about it, I still feel a little sorry for her."

It sounds rather strange for an ordinary person from the countryside to pity a cultivator who has entered the immortal sect.

However, just as one cannot know the joy of a fish if one is not a fish, the joys and sorrows of mortals are difficult for cultivators to comprehend.

Or perhaps they had experienced it before, but gradually forgot it over time. As a result, in order to make up for these experiences and fill the void in their "Dao," they engaged in some worldly self-cultivation.

Whether it's playing around in the world or sealing away one's cultivation to experience things step by step in a down-to-earth manner, not all cultivators like to show off in front of others; it's just an adaptation they make to be more in line with nature.

Of course, this does not mean that mortals have a higher level of understanding than cultivators. After all, the latter's cultivation brings them closer and closer to the essence of heaven and earth, and they see things more clearly.

It's just that, in one or two chance moments, even the masses can produce a flash of brilliance that would make even immortals take notice.

Yes, that's right. That's Hei Yang's big-picture understanding. It's definitely not some boring reason like feeling uncomfortable because Hong Li wasn't with him during the Chinese New Year this year!

"However, Hongli's place is full of volcanoes and seas of fire, so it probably doesn't have the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn, and winter?"

Hei Yang scratched his head: "Well, it's like the legendary immortal grottoes and blessed lands, which are small spaces attached to the larger world?"

"Well, someone like me who knows almost nothing about the cultivation world would probably find my conjectures laughable if the big shots heard them."

Gently pushing open the door, Hei Yang peeked out from the crack... and then his pupils dilated in shock!

"Zheng!"

Hei Yang glanced upwards and saw the kitchen knife embedded in the door frame above his head. He comforted himself, "It's probably just catching spirit chickens or something. It's definitely not my mother trying to kill her own son. Absolutely not!"

"What are you muttering about?"

Qing Yiyi strolled over slowly and pulled out a kitchen knife: "Don't look around, this is for you."

Hei Yang: "?"

"mom?"

"Ok?"

"Am I your biological child?"

"Of course, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"..."

Hei Yang took a deep breath, his eyes suddenly lighting up: "I understand, Mom, you must have controlled the angle, knowing you wouldn't hurt anyone, that's why you threw the cleaver with peace of mind!"

"What angle should we control?"

Qing Yiyi rolled her eyes: "Your mother isn't some kind of martial arts expert, I just go by instinct in these things."

"Ah this..."

Hei Yang's lips twitched: "Mom, your senses are really sharp. You just missed me!"

"What do you mean by 'sharp'?"

Qing Yiyi sighed helplessly: "I was aiming for your neck, but I didn't expect it to go off to the side."

Hei Yang: "?"

"Uh, did I disturb the harmony of our family while I was alive...?"

Hei Yang, looking dazed, said, "I understand. I'll go die right now..."

"You're talking nonsense again."

Qing Yiyi grabbed Hei Yang's arm and pulled him into the yard: "With your current strength, even if that kitchen knife cuts your neck, it won't be a big deal, okay?"

It's like other families use brooms to discipline their sons, but in our family, we can only use kitchen knives.

"Mom, you've changed."

Hei Yang's voice was filled with grief and indignation: "You never used to be able to bear hitting me!"