Urban Cultivation: The master who has overcome the tribulation is reborn

The muddy bluestone road was old and cracked. After the rain, the muddy water flowed along the street into the drainage ditch of the city. The trickles spread like branches and leaves, but never gathered into a stream.

The hurried footsteps splashed rain water. Few pedestrians wore rain gear. The long hair hanging behind their heads swayed as they ran, leaving a hint of surprise hidden in numbness on the people walking slowly on the street.

Erya's chicken-claw-like hands tightly grasped the corner of the person's clothes in front of her. Her clothes were wet by the drizzle and were a little cold, but it was not as chilling as the scrutinizing gazes coming and going.

When she saw many passers-by, she remembered Jiang Ran's clothes and hairstyle which had always been ignored.

It is too eye-catching and too unique, and even the chilly wind and frost cannot cover it up.

After walking for dozens of meters, Erya inexplicably felt that the smell of grass in the air became stronger.

Intertwining with each other are pairs of eyes, some indifferent and some greedy.

"Master Jiang..." Erya was so nervous that she couldn't even swallow her saliva, and her voice seemed a little unclear.

At the crossroads, Jiang Ran stopped.

A series of noisy footsteps came from all directions, gradually becoming louder and then dying down as he paused.

There are always more important things in this world than hiding from the rain, at least that's true for those who inadvertently surrounded him.

Jiang Ran exhaled a breath of white air, and the Nine Tribulations Qi energy dissipated, causing his body to be soaked by the drizzle, and silver threads were running on his temples and forehead.

Although he looked in a miserable state, the people gathered around him did not dare to go beyond the line.

Looking around, everyone was wearing the same long gowns and long braids, and their decadence and decay were hard to conceal, just like the Qing Dynasty which was about to come to an end.

"He's not from here." A sinister voice came from nowhere, and the words were murderous. "Look at this delicate and tender body, he must be the remnant of the Ming people who can't be killed anymore."

The Qing Dynasty has been passed down to this day. It doesn’t matter whether there are still remnants of the Ming Dynasty. It’s just that some people still need such an excuse to eat people.

"I heard a while ago that the prefect sent troops to suppress bandits in Lujia Village and killed many remnants of the Ming Dynasty. My fellow villagers said that cooking and eating it can cure hidden diseases."

The patched grey cloth gown was wet and stuck to his body. The long braid behind his head swayed back and forth, and he looked like a grey mouse with rotten skin speaking human language.

Erya felt an inexplicable pang in her heart and looked at the man in disbelief.

Jiang Ran lowered his eyes, his expression indifferent.

Erya tightened her grip on the hem of her clothes, timidly retracted her gaze, and spoke hesitantly: "Last time when I went to the market, I heard hunters say that the people of Lujia Village reported the banditry to the authorities. Why didn't they go to the mountains to suppress the bandits, but instead..."

Having said this, she covered her mouth in a daze and kept shaking her head.

"Master Jiang, am I thinking about something else?"

"What is the truth? Does it matter?" Jiang Ran did not respond directly. He just inexplicably recalled the history books and stories he had read when he was a teenager in his previous life.

The law of the jungle in the world of cultivation is also like this, but it manifests itself in different forms.

"This is how the world is, you just haven't seen it."

Whether one is knowledgeable or not has nothing to do with age. Erya always feels that she has grown a lot in an instant.

"Catch this Ming remnant and cook him alive!"

"If you send the head to the government, you can get fifty silver coins!"

The group of people who blocked Jiang Ran's way intentionally or unintentionally did not hesitate too much. After observing that he was indeed a reckless passerby, they finally began to get agitated.

Many people even tripped during the pushing and shoving process, but it still couldn't stop the fanaticism of this group of ignorant people.

The temptation of fifty silver coins and delicious meat attracted the huge crowd to rush forward like hyenas.

Erya looked around and felt that the area several feet in front of her was submerged by countless hands, as if everyone wanted to tear a piece of flesh from them.

The disgusting stench entered her nostrils as the crowd gathered. She screamed and closed her eyes, feeling full of regret for not being able to stop Jiang Ran from passing through the city.

The pounding of her heart was particularly obvious due to the darkness in her eyes, so fast that her whole body tensed up and she could no longer make any other movements, as if she had a heart attack.

The wind was whistling, and a drop of rain fell on Erya's face, slowly flowing down.

She instinctively opened her mouth and licked it off with her tongue, as if this could replenish the strength lost in her body.

The next second, the girl's pale tongue repeated the action of licking her lips, and then her whole body froze completely.

The fishy and salty taste is so familiar and can often be encountered when killing fish.

But why would anyone kill fish at this time?

"In a state of decay." Jiang Ran brushed his sleeves, and the dead branch in his hand fell to the ground and was easily blown away by the breeze.

The Nine Tribulations Qi is strength, and the moves are skills.

How can a group of people who are like dead branches and rotten wood resist the most supreme swordsmanship in the world?

As the dead branches were blown away by the wind, the quiet air finally boiled with countless terrified screams.

The lucky ones on the outermost edge are like horses whipped by a whip soaked in salt water, and they only wish they had eight legs.

The chaotic sound of footsteps disappeared in an instant, and the ordinary intersection seemed to have returned to its normal state.

Jiang Ran raised his eyes to the north, and a distant voice sounded: "On the first day, you saw the brothers quarreling with each other. You said that the two of them did not know how to give in. The best solution is for each of them to take half."

"The next day, you saw a fight over a piece of land. You said it was only an inch in size, and the other party wouldn't suffer much loss if they gave it to him. Why did they make such a fuss that they almost lost their lives?"

"Today you heard about the incident in Lujia Village, and witnessed others trying to kill innocent people and cook meat for silver. What do you think?"

Erya didn't dare to open her eyes. She listened to him talking and walked forward while grabbing the corner of his clothes.

After hearing the last question, the young girl was speechless for a moment.

She always felt that since the moment she met Jiang Ran, she seemed to have become a little different.

Those people just now were common people like her, and they could even afford to wear long gowns and live in the city, but she did not envy them.

She was different from them. At least the word "dilapidated" in Jiang Ran's words was not directed at herself.

"I do not know."

Jiang Ran asked her for her opinion, but Erya didn't even have a decent idea and could only shake her head continuously.

"People die for money and birds die for food. This is an eternal truth."

"There is no right or wrong, it's just that the world makes these rules more naked."

Jiang Ran withdrew his gaze without comment and stopped asking this girl who should have been naive in this peaceful era.

He had no intention of teaching her anything.

It's just that encountering some unexpected things along the way can be a bit of spice.

Maybe there is no need to meet the Golden-Eyed Biao. After Arya encounters a series of things that she would not have encountered in her original life trajectory, her choice three days ago would be different.

This is exactly why Jiang Ran took her with him.

What the soul holds cannot be wrong. If you don't leave the mortal world, how can you obtain the golden elixir?

Thinking of this, he strode forward.

"Sir, please stay!" A voice came from above, followed by the sound of tiles falling to the ground.

The shout and the sound of the hand touching the ground were connected together.

Jiang Ran looked at the figure who had jumped down from the roof and whose body was unstable due to the sticky liquid on the ground. He supported himself on the ground with one hand before falling. There was a hint of surprise in his indifferent eyes.