Traveling through time as a goblin, just wanting to live a leisurely life

Yigan found a seat and sat down. He was very curious about what the good stuff Boss Tao was talking about was.

Looking at the only diner at the moment, Yigan felt that the good things were related to this diner.

However, it did not know that this diner was a cultivator. It just thought he was an ordinary guest who seemed a little anxious, and did not understand what he was anxious about.

Xiao Chen didn't know what the diner was worried about, only Boss Tao knew.

But Boss Tao would not tell Xiao Chen and Yi Gan about the guests’ private affairs, and the two stopped gossiping and just watched the guests in deep thought, waiting for good things to appear.

The practitioner is in deep thought.

He thought about his day's practice results, reviewing and reflecting, and researching more efficient practice methods. Even the short time he had to wait for the food to be served, he had to make use of it.

If you can skip meals, that would be best.

Unfortunately, most of the cultivators in the mortal world cannot completely stop eating. Even cultivators in the heavenly realm need to eat at least once a month, otherwise their mortal bodies will not be able to support their ascension to become immortals.

Therefore, this cultivator diner found the grilled fish stall. If even eating could replenish spiritual energy, then wouldn't he be able to make good use of his meal time to continue cultivating?

His realm was not high, but he was an absolute cultivation maniac. From the moment he officially started practicing, he had only one goal: to practice as quickly as possible and ascend to the immortal world as soon as possible.

This is his expectation for himself, the belief he has been pursuing throughout his life, and his way of responding to society and his relatives and friends.

"A cultivator without strength is no different from a parasite in this society."

He thinks so.

In this era, just a few hundred years after the creation of the fairy world, cultivators are not a hidden profession, and everyone knows that cultivators exist.

It’s just that the systems of practitioners are varied. Some practitioners are helpful to the secular world and are recognized by the public. Some cultivation systems are of no help to the secular world and occupy a large number of sacred mountains and immortal lakes, which are not loved by the secular world.

This diner joined a martial arts sect, which was of no help to the secular world except for fighting.

Unfortunately, not long after he started practicing, his mother, who had always supported him, was eaten by a ferocious beast in the mountains, and he was powerless to do anything about it.

From then on, all the relatives in the family were sarcastic and disliked him.

"Learning martial arts is useless if you can't even save your own mother!"

Dad said so.

"Can you please go and make some money and come back? Your brother is going to a big city to study in college. You can't ruin his future just for your own interests, right?"

Uncle said so.

"Your mother borrowed so much money from us to buy you that piece of cultivation material. Now she is dead, do you think I should ask you to pay back the money your mother owed me?"

My uncle said so.

He was just a child from an ordinary family. All the pills and materials needed for practicing martial arts had to be bought by his family with secular money, which was not a small amount of money.

He almost emptied the savings of most of his relatives and watched his mother die at the mouth of a ferocious beast, and he became possessed.

"One day, I will kill this beast."

"One day, I will become a famous warrior in the cultivation continent, and then repay my relatives and let them know that the benefits of practicing martial arts cannot be replaced by money."

"One day, I will ascend to the immortal world, no longer be trapped by the secular world, no longer be trapped by ferocious beasts, and become a free and unrestrained immortal."

He began to practice even more crazily.

Now, it has only been two years since he started formally practicing, but he has already reached the initial stage of the Earth Realm. This speed is already fast among ordinary practitioners. Although he has not reached the level of a peerless genius, he is at least an above-average excellent student.

But for him, the improvement rate was still too slow.

Especially when he saw those geniuses who were stronger than him. Not only did they reach the initial stage of the Earth Realm a year earlier than him, but they also worked together to kill the ferocious beast that ate his mother.

He knew that the gap between him and a true genius was huge.

Moreover, a year later, these geniuses had improved themselves again by relying on the resources brought by hunting ferocious beasts, and were only one step away from the heavenly realm, which was totally beyond the reach of an ordinary cultivator like him.

Therefore, he was more eager for cultivation resources.

Looking at the grilled fish stall, he hoped that Boss Tao's food could greatly increase his spiritual power, so that he could be closer to these geniuses and obtain more resources.

At this time, Xiao Chen came over with food.

A plate of heart-eaters and a snail.

"So few?"

The diners thought.

He was a little disappointed when he saw that there were only two dishes. Although the conch is very big, anyone who has eaten shellfish knows that a big shell does not mean the meat inside is also big.

But the size of the flesh often means how much spiritual power it contains. If the body is bigger, the spiritual power it contains must be no less, right?

But since I'm here and the food is served, not eating would mean wasting the evening time, without any practice or replenishing any spiritual energy.

The diners pick up their cutlery and start eating by digging out the heart.

According to Xiao Chen's introduction, diners dug out the black skin and ate the snow-white meat in the heart.

It was very delicious and the diners nodded.

But his main need was not the delicious food, but abundant spiritual power. So after he ate a mouthful of the fish heart, he closed his eyes and began to meditate, searching for the spiritual power contained in this mouthful of fish meat.

Those who practice Taoism through martial arts are collectively called warriors. They are recognized by the mortal world as the most powerful sect in understanding and controlling the human body.

They can allow every ray of spiritual energy that enters their body to fully nourish all cells, and then during battle, they can mobilize the energy of every cell to launch the strongest attack.

At this moment, the diners use all the cells in their bodies as sensors, feeling the fish meat enter the stomach step by step from the throat and then begin digestion.

Spiritual power appears.

The diner's body trembled and the expression on his face kept changing.

He first felt that the amount of spiritual power was not much, even very little. There was only a trace of spiritual power in a piece of fish meat the size of an eraser. If it weren't for the plate of fish hearts in front of him, he would have thought that he had only eaten a mosquito with spiritual power.

But after that, he was shocked by this trace of spiritual power.

How can there be spiritual power that is so pure and so easily absorbed?

It's like tying thousands of pieces of iron together, throwing them into a furnace, and finally compressing and hammering them into a piece of Damascus steel.

Compared with this trace of spiritual power, the spiritual power in the mortal world is like the difference between an ordinary piece of iron and a Damascus steel that is a fusion of 1000 pieces of iron. The quality difference is huge!