A small casual cultivator!

The next day, the sky was slightly bright.

Lu Luan, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, slowly opened his eyes, looked at the thin mist outside, and said softly: "It's time to set off."

Then he stood up and walked out.

Flying is prohibited in the city, so if you want to take a flying boat, you have to go outside the city.

……

"This is it."

A quarter of an hour later, he arrived at the place where he would board the flying boat.

This is a fairly large rock square outside the city, close to the edge of the cliff. Although it is just dawn, many people have already arrived.

Lu Luan took a quick look and found that most of them were at the third level of Qi Refining. As for the few at the fourth level, they must be the ferrymen guarding here.

In order to survive, independent cultivators engage in all kinds of occupations. Look, among the crowd, there are even people selling breakfast. It is like a miniature mortal world, full of the atmosphere of the market.

In the world of independent cultivators, for ordinary independent cultivators at the bottom, there is no such thing as a carefree life or a leisurely life in the martial arts world. They all have to struggle for life.

"Brother, where are you going?"

A ferryman saw him looking around and walked up to him and asked.

Lu Luan bowed and replied: "Daoyou, is your boat heading to Tianhuo City?"

"No, no." When the man heard about Tianhuo City, his face changed slightly and he waved his hand quickly.

Then he asked, "Brother, what are you doing in Tianhuo City?"

Lu Luan smiled and replied, "My parents arranged a marriage for me in Tianhuo City a few years ago. Now that I am not young anymore, I want to go and bring my wife, whom I have never met, here."

He just talks nonsense, but who cares? As long as he doesn't reveal his true purpose, it's fine.

"So that's how it is. It's a lifelong event, of great importance. It seems I have to go." The man said silently.

Seeing that his expression was not right, Lu Luan asked, "Fellow Daoist, why do you look like you don't want to go to Tianhuo City? Could it be that something happened in the city?"

The man looked at him with some doubt and said, "Brother, don't you know that Skyfire City is in the Monster Mountain Range? To go to Skyfire City, you have to pass through the air above the Monster Mountain Range, which makes it easy to be attacked by monsters. Therefore, very few people in our line of work would make that trip."

"So that's how it is," Lu Luan frowned and asked, "Daoyou, is there really no one running around here?"

The man shook his head and said, "It's not that there are no places, but they are very expensive." Then he pointed to the front and said, "Look, the middle-aged man sitting on the rock drinking is about to run over there."

Lu Luan looked over and saw that there was indeed a person sitting over there, so he bowed and said, "Thank you for telling me, fellow Taoist."

Then he walked over.

"Is it the peak of the fourth level of Qi Refining?"

As he approached, he felt the man's breath and was slightly surprised.

The man also sensed his arrival, turned around and asked with a smile: "Young man, are you going to Skyfire City?"

This is a middle-aged man with a stubble on his face, his eyes full of vicissitudes of life, and he reeks of alcohol.

Lu Luan restrained his breath and replied: "Yes, fellow Daoist, I am going to Tianhuo City."

The man looked at him again and said, "It's rare to have reached the peak of the third level of Qi Refining at such a young age. Are you planning to go to Tianhuo City and become a disciple of Zhengyang Sect?"

Lu Luan's eyes were calm, and he said calmly: "Fellow Daoist, you are joking. How could the Zhengyang Sect be interested in me? I am going to Tianhuo City to look for my unmarried wife."

The man nodded and replied, "Yes, the requirements for Zhengyang Sect's disciples are extremely high. At your age, you must be at least at the sixth level of Qi Refining."

"So high?" Lu Luan was shocked and suddenly felt unsure. He was only at the fourth level of Qi Refining now.

"That's right. Zhengyang Sect is an immortal sect that only accepts those with outstanding talents. Even the lowest-level disciples can be considered little geniuses when they come to our Taiyuan City."

Lu Luan collected his thoughts and said with a smile, "Who cares? What does it have to do with me? Fellow Daoist, how many Essence Pills do you need to go to Tianhuo City?"

The man stretched out five thumbs and said, "Fifty Essence Pills!"

"So many?" Lu Luan looked at him in disbelief.

The man shook his head and said, "Not much. It's very risky to cross the Monster Mountain Range. No one wants to run, and there are only a few people going there every day. Besides, my flying boat is not simple. It has a formation plate inside. Even ordinary intermediate monsters can't break through the defense."

The strength of a low-level monster beast is roughly equivalent to that of a cultivator below the fourth level of Qi Refining, a mid-level monster beast is equivalent to the fifth to seventh level, and a high-level monster beast is equivalent to the eighth to tenth level.

"So that's how it is." Knowing that his safety was guaranteed, he suddenly felt that fifty Essence Pills were not too expensive, so he asked, "Fellow Daoist, when are we leaving?"

After robbing Old Huang's family of all their assets, he was still able to come up with this little bit of energy pills.

The man said, "The sun is setting. When we reach the Monster Mountain Range, it will be sunrise time. The monsters will not be active at that time, so it will be convenient for us to cross."

"It seems I'm early."

After chatting with him for a few minutes, he sat down cross-legged and waited quietly for the arrival of dusk.

Time passed slowly, and seven more people came one after another. Lu Luan took a look at them and found that they were all at the third level of Qi Refining.

Finally, the day passed.

……

"gone."

The man sitting on the rock looked at the sky, shouted to the people sitting around him, then made a seal and a small boat appeared in front of him.

"I hope everything goes well."

Lu Luan said silently in his heart. After all, he had to cross the Monster Mountain Range. Although the ferryman in front of him often came and went, there was still some worry in his eyes.

After everyone walked up, the man pointed to a formation plate in the boat awning and said, "Fellow Daoists, we are going to cross the Monster Mountain Range. If we encounter monster attacks, please don't be stingy with your true energy and use all your strength to activate the formation."

Everyone replied, "Don't worry, fellow Daoist. This is a matter of life and death, and we will not be perfunctory."

After all, they were hundreds of feet high in the sky. For those who couldn't fly, who would dare to be careless?

"Okay, let's go then."

The man shouted softly, then made a gesture with his hand, and light began to flash on the flying boat. Then it slowly took off from the ground and sailed away.

Lu Luan sat quietly at the stern of the boat, looking at the mountains below, and said bitterly, "If it weren't for the fire poison, I would be able to fly with a sword now."

As monks flying on swords passed by from time to time on both sides, Lu Luan was filled with envy at the free and easy feeling of traveling through the sky and earth.

"Cough cough cough."

Suddenly, he felt a pain in his chest, so he covered his mouth and started coughing.

"Little brother, what's wrong with you?" the man sitting next to him asked with concern.

Lu Luan replied vaguely: "This flying boat flies too fast. I am a little afraid of heights. I also ate too much dinner just now and almost vomited."

"Haha, little brother is really a strange person. We are born as immortal cultivators, but you are afraid of heights? How can you fly with a sword after you break through to the fourth level of Qi Refining?"

Everyone around started to joke.

Lu Luan just smiled and said nothing.

When these people were not paying attention to him, he opened his palm calmly.

At this moment, there was a pool of black blood on the palm of his hand!

His face immediately looked very ugly.

Without the magical medicine to nourish his body, his fire poison injuries began to worsen.

"If I can't enter the Immortal Gate, I will only have half a year to live if I continue like this." He knew very well how bad his body was now. Even the flowing blood had lost its former bright red color.

Seeing that he looked very unhappy, one of them handed him a kettle and said, "Little brother, I have some strong liquor here. Do you want to drink some to sober up?"

Lu Luan waved his hands quickly, smiled reluctantly and said, "Thank you for your kindness, uncle, but I can't drink. It's okay. I'll recover if I endure it."

Although there aren't that many people with ulterior motives in the world of independent cultivators, he still has to be cautious when going out, and he has to be careful with things given by others.

"This little brother is really..."

Several people looked at him with some confusion. It was very rare for someone to be afraid of heights, seasick, and not be able to drink.

Lu Luan ignored them and began to sit cross-legged on his own, using his internal energy to regulate his internal organs, trying to make them feel more stable and comfortable.

In the boat shed, a few people felt bored and chatted along the way.

After a long dark night, a hint of dawn finally appeared on the horizon.

At this time, the man standing at the bow of the boat turned his head and reminded: "Fellow Taoists, cheer up, we are about to reach the Monster Mountain Range."