Offering my divine power to break my karma

Wooden houses, bamboo forests, vegetable gardens and chicken coops.

As the sun sets, the sky is shrouded in clouds and mist, and the sky is full of rosy clouds.

A breeze blew, and the bamboo forest rustled. The bony bamboo poles and slender bamboo leaves swayed in the wind.

If the vegetable garden was not planted with ordinary radishes and cabbages, but various spiritual plants and herbs that could be used for cooking.

If the chickens in that chicken coop were not ordinary chickens, but spiritual beasts, white-feathered chickens.

If it weren't for the rustling bamboo forest, it would be known that it was not ordinary bamboo, but precious spiritual bamboo.

If one does not know the scene of wooden houses, bamboo forests, vegetable gardens and chicken coops, one might think that one has arrived at a secluded mortal residence.

In front of the wooden house, on the stone table, the mellow aroma of wine wafts in the air, with a faint scent of peach blossom in the aroma, which is intoxicating.

A white, slender hand with distinct joints picked up the wine jug on the stone table with an unsteady grip.

The wine jug was trembling as it filled the wine bowl with wine, and then was put down by a trembling big hand.

After drinking a few bowls of wine, the Demon King's white hair, which had finally calmed down, started to stand up again.

Bai Junyan, with his hairy head, drank the wine in the bowl in one gulp again.

The Demon King was already drunk at this time, with a blush on his fair and handsome face. Although his white hair was all frizzy, the Demon King was worthy of being a nine-tailed fox, and his face was indeed handsome.

Charming but not coquettish, beautiful but not effeminate, handsome in a refined yet sharp way.

Even with a big afro, it doesn't affect his natural handsomeness at all.

Of course, if the demon king didn’t open his mouth, he might be even more handsome.

"The one with the heavy surname, drink, let's continue drinking. This king, today I will make you, drink, and lie down..."

"Hiccup~"

A certain drunken and confused demon king stood up shakily, threatening Chongjiu as he walked towards...

He walked in front of Zero, and then burped loudly towards Zero.

zero[?_??]

After a burp, the Demon King shook his hairy head.

As if he had discovered something interesting, the Demon King moved closer to Ling, giggled for a while, then patted Ling's thin shoulder hard, his handsome face full of mockery.

"Surname, surname Zhong, why are you so thin? Like, like a little girl."

zero:"……"

Forget it, I won’t bother with the drunkard.

"Hahahahahaha, you, you are not as tall as me, you, are so short! Hahahahahahaha..."

You are so short! You are so short! So short! So short! Short! Short! Ah!

"Shh!"

"boom!"

“Hahaha…Gah!”

Ling gracefully retracted his long legs, his expression calm, and he naturally picked up the wine bowl at hand, continuing to taste the mellow and fragrant wine in the bowl that was endless in aftertaste.

Beside Ling, Yuxu was drinking from a wine jug, smacking his lips, his slightly drunken eyes narrowed slightly, watching a drunkard who was seeking death fly in a white parabola into the air, and then fall freely into the ground.

That height, that sound...

Tut tut...

Yuxu clicked his tongue a few times and shook his head, his handsome face full of gloating.

Looking down, under the stone table, a certain Demon Lord named Zhong was sleeping soundly while hugging a stone bench. His good dreams were not disturbed at all by the loud noise.

Yuxu shook his head again, his handsome face full of disgust.

Tsk, you dare to have a drinking contest with this kind of alcohol tolerance?

Turning his head to look at his disciple, whose face was slightly red but whose eyes were still clear, Yuxu's handsome face finally showed satisfaction.

He is worthy of being Yuxu’s disciple.

Actually I didn't drink much alcohol:[?_??]

The sky was slowly getting darker, and the colorful glow in the sky was gradually disappearing, replaced by a night sky with a black background dotted with countless stars.

The demon king, with his head covered in white hair, was sleeping peacefully in the big hole he had dug.

Under the stone table, a certain Demon Lord who was sleeping soundly hugging a stone bench moved his body, slid down, and lay flat on the ground. His sleeping posture was extremely uninhibited and free-spirited.

On the roof of the wooden house, Yuxu swallowed the wine in his mouth and turned to look at Ling who was sitting cross-legged beside him. Yuxu's eyes were deep.

"Ling girl, what path do you follow?"

Hearing the master's question, Ling paused while holding the wine bowl, then replied:

"My disciple is a spear cultivator."

Hearing Ling's answer, Yuxu shook his head.

"What I'm asking is what path you're cultivating in your heart?"

Ling put down the wine bowl in his hand, looking a little confused.

After a long silence, Ling slowly said:

"Master said that I am suitable for practicing the ruthless way."

"But Master said that I have too much evil in me. If I practice the ruthless way, I might lose myself."

"Then your master's understanding of the Way of Mercy is really shallow."

Yuxu took a sip of wine and commented bluntly.

Ling blinked his almond-shaped eyes and pretended not to hear the grandmaster's disdain for his own master.

"So, Master, do you think I am suitable for practicing the Way of Mercy?"

Yuxu put down the wine jug in his hand, looked at this disciple who was only 20 years old and had already ascended to heaven with a smile in his eyes, and asked in a serious tone:

"Then Ling girl, what do you think you want to cultivate?"

A look of confusion flashed across Zero's face again.

After a long while, Ling frowned and replied seriously:

"The disciple only wants to become a god."

"Then why do you want to become a god?"

There was not much surprise on Yuxu's face, he just asked curiously.

“I want to have enough strength to do what I want to do.”

Ling and Yuxu looked at each other and replied in a serious tone.

After a moment, Yuxu reached out, patted Ling's shoulder, and said in a loving tone:

“Know what you want, and work hard for it rationally and firmly. This is the way in your heart.”

Ling frowned, not quite sure what the point of the master asking this question was.

Seeing Ling's confusion, Yuxu picked up the wine pot and drank a sip of wine before slowly saying:

"In the Immortal Realm, cultivators who have just ascended to the Immortal Realm usually have a lifespan of years."

"There are three levels of immortal realm: initial stage, middle stage, late stage, and great perfection. If you can break through, you can enter the realm of true immortal and live for years."

"After the True Immortal realm comes the Celestial Immortal, with a lifespan of 15 years, then the Golden Immortal, with a lifespan of 20 years; the Mysterious Immortal, with a lifespan of 20 years; the Immortal Lord, with a lifespan of 20 years; the Immortal Emperor, with a lifespan of 20 years, and finally, and the pinnacle of our Immortal Realm's strength, the Immortal Venerable, with a lifespan of 20 years."

……

Ling listened carefully to his master as he told him about the realms of cultivation in the fairy world and the lifespans of fairies in different realms.

It turns out that one is indeed immortal after becoming an immortal, but the immortality here simply refers to the appearance and does not mean immortality.

It turns out that if you don’t practice well after ascending and your strength cannot be broken through in time, you will eventually die.

Although he had some doubts in his mind, Ling did not interrupt his master and continued to listen carefully to what his master said about the fairy world.