A small casual cultivator!

The first thing he saw was a jade Ganoderma lucidum emitting white medicinal aroma in the storage bag, and its surface was covered with dense snake-scale-like stripes.

"Opportunity, opportunity."

Lu Luan was ecstatic because the quality of this snake-patterned Ganoderma lucidum was much higher than the red blood ginseng he had obtained.

"No wonder the monster was pestering them," Lu Luan understood. He continued to check. Soon, he took out a talisman and said with some fear: "Fortunately, I killed him unexpectedly. If he had used this talisman, I would be in danger."

Judging from the fluctuations coming from the talisman, the power hidden in it is at least equivalent to a full-strength attack from a person at the fourth level of Qi Refining. Even if he could react and use the Lihuo Sword Technique with all his strength, he would not be able to block it.

"Good, good. After I get out, I will find a place to retreat. With so many treasures, I will be able to break through to the peak of the third level of Qi Refining within half a year, and I may even break through to the fourth level of Qi Refining!"

He was already thinking about how to spend this harvest.

After making sure there were no mistakes, he quickly went to the exit.

"boom!"

Suddenly, an explosion was heard from a distance. Although the sound was not loud, it was very depressing. Lu Luan felt his heart shaken when he heard it.

So he stopped involuntarily, looked in the direction of the sound, and said in shock: "That sound, could it be a huge thunder?"

At this time, the people in Nanling were also like this. After hearing the sound, they all looked up.

After a while, the world returned to peace. Lu Luan didn't pay much attention to it and ran towards the mountain pass he came from.

……

Half a quarter of an hour later, he arrived.

"Little boy, I can see you didn't get anything. Come, uncle will give you one."

Gradually, more and more people appeared on the road. At the mountain pass, Lu Luan concealed his cultivation level and tried to keep a low profile, pretending to have a bitter face and looking extremely disappointed.

Outsiders would think that he got nothing at first glance, and as a result, he was teased by a few big men passing by.

Lu Luan quickly took it and said ecstatically: "Thank you, uncle. I climbed four hills today and my toes were all worn out. I only got two small spiritual herbs."

"Hahaha." His words immediately caused everyone around him to burst into laughter.

"Little boy, come here. I got thirty plants today. This one is half damaged. I'll give it to you too."

A man not far away wanted to have some fun, so he said with a smile.

"Oh my god, there are so many!"

After hearing what the man said, some people looked at him with envy. Among those who came in, most of them harvested about ten to twenty plants. After all, the spiritual herbs grew sparsely and were difficult to find.

"thanks, thanks."

Lu Luan thanked him quickly.

"Shameless!"

This scene happened to be seen by a wretched old man who came from behind, and he spat a mouthful of light yellow saliva to the side.

He guessed that Lu Luan had at least a hundred spiritual herbs in his pocket during this trip, although his guess was wrong. Of course, his harvest was not low. With years of experience, he must have at least fifty or sixty plants.

"Master? Has anyone seen my Master?"

Those from the Wang family who had escaped from the monster's entanglement were now asking around in panic, their faces extremely pale. If anything happened to Wang Zheng, they would not have a good ending either.

"Haha, it looks like the Wang family's precious baby is in danger."

"I think he must have been killed by someone he offended."

"You deserve it."

There were murmurs among the crowd.

After hearing this, Lu Luan laughed coldly in his heart.

Disappeared into the mountains with everyone else.

……

After returning to the inn room, he looked at the storage bag on his body and finally breathed a sigh of relief. Now he was safe. There were many independent cultivators outside, and he was afraid of being targeted as a teenager, so he had better hide for a while.

"Gu..."

At this time, his stomach began to growl. Lu Luan suddenly thought and shouted, "Waiter, Waiter."

Soon, a hurried figure ran up from downstairs, stood at the door, and asked politely: "Sir, what's the matter?"

Lu Luan smiled and said, "Give me a portion of all the delicious food in the store. No need to change. Wait, give me another jar of plum wine."

He generously took out a piece of broken silver, flicked it over, and ordered. This little bit of silver was enough for him to eat a round of good things, and there was still some left.

"Okay, sir, please wait a moment." The waiter took it immediately, looked at the silver in his hand and immediately smiled, bowed respectfully and retreated.

After a hard day's work, he was tired.

I touched my belly and realized that I couldn’t treat myself badly.

This restaurant was quite efficient and soon a row of waiters brought up many delicious dishes.

Lu Luan picked up the wine and started to eat with relish.

Of course, he also placed the hero next to the table. Since it was a separate room, he was not worried about anything. He took out a spiritual herb of good quality and let it chew slowly. Finally, it was so full that it could not eat anymore.

……

So he rested in the inn for two days.

In the early morning, Lu Luan opened his eyes, looked outside, and said softly, "The independent cultivators from all over the place should have almost all left."

The reason why he had to stay for two days was to wait until most of the people had left before leaving. After all, he had such terrifying wealth, and he couldn't fly, so he had to travel through mountains and rivers. It would be bad if he met some robbers on the way.

Of course, he didn't dare to stay in this city for too long. After all, even if he didn't leave any traces, he still felt uncertain after killing the people of the Wang family.

When he left the inn, he saw the shopkeeper, who had a certain level of cultivation, counting the bills, so he walked over and asked, "Uncle, do you know where there are places for cultivators to stay?"

The shopkeeper looked up at him and said with a smile, "Sir, there is a city four or five hundred miles downstream of the Li River. It is called Taiyuan City. It is a place where independent cultivators and powerful warriors from more than a thousand miles around often trade. I heard that there are even foundation-building masters among them. You can go and take a look."

"Taiyuan City? Thank you."

Lu Luan thanked him and left.

The weather was gloomy today, with a drizzle in the sky and few pedestrians on the street. Lu Luan stretched out his hand at the door and felt that the rain would wet his clothes, so he put on his straw raincoat and hat, tied the rope, and disappeared into the rain alley.

Walking down the street, he muttered to himself, "Taiyuan City, let's choose Taiyuan City for retreat."

His storage bag was filled with low-level spiritual herbs. No matter how much he took, he could not improve his cultivation. Only after exchanging them all for Essence Pills could he buy better pills.

Therefore, we must go to a place like Taiyuan City.

"Hey, have you heard? Mr. Li was hanged this morning."

"What? What's going on? Why did he hang himself all of a sudden?"

"Isn't that the master his grandson worshipped? It's a sin that the immortal ran away after receiving the apprenticeship fee. How pitiful! That was what Mr. Li earned by selling all his property. His talent is all fake."

"This... Oh, how pitiful! If it were me, I would also hang myself to death."

When passing by a tea stall, Lu Luan heard the discussion of several people and shook his head and sighed.

It's not that people are stupid or have a lot of money, but that they are eager to become immortals. Everyone can see this, but there are always mortals who will risk their lives for that slim chance. But is it really good to cultivate immortality?

Working from sunrise to sunset, resting from sunset to sunrise, sometimes when Lu Luan looks back, he feels that the quiet and peaceful life of mortals is the most enviable.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, don't hit me, don't hit me, I didn't mean it."

"Beat him! Beat him to death! He dared to ram my car. He must be tired of living. It doesn't matter if he has a magic weapon. Let's see how long he can hold out."

When he was about to leave the city, he suddenly heard several miserable screams not far away. The hoarse voices sounded familiar, but he was not sure, so he frowned and walked over.

In the distance, a group of people were surrounding a big willow tree, holding umbrellas and watching the fun.

"Give me, let me."

Lu Luan squeezed through the crowd and found that under the tree there were four men with strong blood and energy, waving their fists at a ball of golden light. The force of each punch was like a huge bell hitting the ground, shaking the willow tree slightly.

Next to them stood a cold-blooded young man and a woman with dirty clothes.

“It’s…he…”

Lu Luan recognized him. In the golden light, wasn’t that the old man with whom he had a conflict?

"Brother, what's going on?"

Lu Luan asked the person next to him.

The man sighed and whispered, "This old man was walking in front of us just now. A young master of the Wen family and his concubine rode by on horseback. Because the road was slippery, the concubine's horse lost its footing and fell to the ground. Maybe she took her anger out on him for the sake of face."

"Who is this person?" Lu Luan asked again.

"Young man, you are not from this place, right? That man is the son of the head of the Wen family. However, he is very talented. At the age of twenty-something, he has already reached the fourth level of Qi Refining. In the future, he may even reach the sixth level of Qi Refining."

"Really."

Looking at the old man who was screaming and struggling, Lu Luan's mood at this moment was just like today's weather, sad and depressed.

This is how the world is. Even if one Wang Zheng dies, there is still another "Wang Zheng".

"Click..."

The old man's true energy was exhausted, and the golden light protecting his body shattered.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Even more miserable and painful cries were heard.

"Help... help..."

The old man was spitting blood and stretched out his bloody and muddy hands to everyone for help.

Lu Luan lowered his head and covered his face with his bamboo hat to prevent the old man from recognizing him. He couldn't afford to offend the Wen family and was afraid of getting into trouble. Without saying anything, he turned around and left silently.

"Save...Save..."

The old man seemed to see him and struggled to crawl towards his back.

"what!"

After the last cry, the pair of withered old hands finally stopped moving. The rain continued to fall, and the blood was carried to his feet by the water.

Lu Luan stopped and slowly closed his eyes, not looking. Something seemed to have touched his heart, and his fists were clenched. Two years ago, his master was also beaten for no reason, and died because of the severe injuries.

"Take away his storage bag and throw his body into the river to feed the fish. Whoever dares to offend me will die a miserable death..."

The young man's cold-blooded voice came from behind.