The difficult path of cultivation for a grassroots female practitioner

After Yin Cheng left, Xiao Han closed the door, opened the restriction, and suddenly began to smile foolishly.

I can't believe that Xiao Han would be so generous as to reward a gigolo. Is this something I've never seen before?

Although her body did not really enjoy that kind of service, at least she enjoyed it spiritually.

Anyway, this is the first time this kind of thing happens today, and it may also be the last time.

After all, she won't give a reward again next time.

The next day, when they met Liu Luan again, both of them tacitly pretended that nothing had happened.

Xiao Han bid farewell to Liu Luan, and rode his flying sword towards Zixiao City.

The straight-line distance from Tianque City to Zixiao City is about the same as that from Xinyue City to Xingyao City.

However, even though Xiao Han had a map, he was not very familiar with the route. He rested in the mountains for one night and entered Zixiao City the next morning.

It has been more than 30 years since I left Zixiao City. When I stepped into it again, I felt that not much has changed here.

The only change is probably that most of the old friends I knew have left the city.

There was an acquaintance she wanted to meet, and that was Master Hu Xi.

However, more than 30 years have passed and Master Hu failed to successfully build his foundation. Now he is already a hundred-year-old man.

I went to the weapon refining workshop where Master Hu used to work and asked around. The news I got was that Master Hu left the weapon refining workshop after his contract with the City Lord's Mansion expired, and his whereabouts are unknown.

Xiao Han stood on the Dihuo Peak and recalled his days as an apprentice. For the first time, he felt that he was really old.

Even though she looked like a young lady of twenties, her distant life experiences reminded her that she had been in this strange world for decades.

Fortunately, this was a world of immortal cultivation, and fortunately, she had established her foundation. Otherwise, she would now be nothing more than an old woman living on memories.

After expressing her feelings for a while, she did not stay in Zixiao City for long, but left the city directly and flew to Fuyuan City.

From Zixiao City to Fuyuan City, she could really walk sideways all the way.

After all, this is already the outermost part of the fairy mountain, and the spiritual energy is thin. It is extremely difficult to give birth to a seventh-level monster.

Revisiting the old place, Xiao Han was reminiscing about the past all the way, so much so that she annoyed the noisy Croton that was chirping beside her and threw it into the spirit beast bag.

If she flew from Zixiao City to Fuyuan City at full speed, she could reach the destination in two hours.

But she wanted to fly slowly.

There was no one there whom she was anxious to see.

Standing in front of the gate of Fuyuan City again, I felt a little confused for a moment.

She knew that her Grandma Yuan was no longer in this world, but if she didn't go in, could she imagine that Grandma Yuan was still alive, enjoying her retirement in the orchard?

The Qi-cultivating cultivator who was in charge of collecting entrance fees at the city gate was shocked when he found that he could not see through the cultivation level of the female cultivator who was standing blankly at the city gate.

It seems that this is a cultivator who is at least at the foundation-building stage.

Later, I will immediately inform the city lord that a high-level monk has entered the city.

Xiao Han stood there for a while, his mind full of thoughts, and finally stepped forward.

She took out a spirit stone and handed it over. The cultivator who was collecting the fee was frightened and quickly waved his hands, "Senior, you don't need to pay the entrance fee to enter Fuyuan City."

Xiao Han said "oh" and put the spirit stone away.

She didn't care about this spirit stone, but she couldn't force others to accept it.

He walked into the city, then flew low on his flying sword and soon arrived at Feilong Mountain.

Seeing the familiar orchard from afar, she was delighted.

However, when I looked more closely, I found that the houses where Grandma Yuan used to live were gone, replaced by tall stone buildings on the highest hillside.

The orchard is still the same orchard, but Grandma Yuan will never appear again.

Even the traces of her life, her house, and the magical chickens she raised, disappeared forever.

Xiao Han stared blankly at the purple-red fruit tree in front of him, which was still lush with branches and leaves, and deeply felt what it meant that things and people have changed!

The new owner of the orchard, a middle-aged cultivator at the eighth level of Qi training, saw someone standing outside his orchard in a daze and was about to scold him.

Suddenly he felt that he could not sense the other party's cultivation, and the oppressive feeling brought to him by the spiritual pressure made him panic. He immediately realized that the cultivator in front of him was not someone he could offend.

Fortunately, I didn't scold him rashly, otherwise I would have offended a senior.

However, this senior was staring at the orchard in a daze. Could it be that he wanted the purple vermilion fruit?

While the owner of the garden was still thinking about this and that, Xiao Han had already thrown out his flying sword, and it flew away in the blink of an eye.

The cultivators in the world of immortal cultivation do not have tombs after death.

A ball of spiritual fire went down, a little ash was scattered into the soil, and everything returned to dust.

The world of immortal cultivation doesn't have the custom of worshipping. If one truly misses a deceased person, they can probably only think about it in their heart. After all, they value letting go, and emotional ties are an obstacle to cultivation.

Xiao Han admitted that he could not do the letting go that immortal cultivators emphasized.

But when she finally arrived at Fuyuan City, the city she had always wanted to visit, she found that there was no one or anything here that could bind her.

As she embarked on her immortal journey, Granny Yuan, who had treated her best, had left not a trace of her existence. She could only hide her longing for her in the depths of her heart.

When I came to the main street, I saw shops of all sizes, but the shop belonging to Qian Wanshan was nowhere to be seen.

I just found a bookstore and walked in.

This store sells many kinds of storybooks, but whether it is "Wandering in Different Time and Space" or "A Pool of Autumn Water", they have also disappeared in the long river of time.

Coming to the street again, Xiao Han was at a loss. What else could she do except revisit the old place and pay tribute to old friends?

Perhaps, she could go find Jiang Yaohua and Jiang Wan, the master and disciple.

Although Jiang Yaohua brought him to Fuyuan City just for a deal, it was undeniable that it was Jiang Yaohua and Jiang Wan, the master and apprentice, who changed his fate.

Before, she had no ability to repay them, but now that she had some ability, she wanted to meet the master and disciple. If there was nothing she could do to help them, she would give them some spirit stones so they could live out their retirement in peace.

If you want to find someone quickly, the quickest way is to go to the City Lord's Mansion Rental Management Office to inquire.

The original Lord of Fuyuan City was only at the Foundation Establishment stage, and it was unknown whether he had achieved the Core Formation stage over the years. But regardless, as a cultivator in the late Foundation Establishment stage, she wanted to find someone through the City Lord's Mansion, and the other party should not refuse.

Xiao Han turned around and walked towards the City Lord's Mansion. Before he got close to the Mansion, he saw a female cultivator being pushed to the ground.

The female cultivator got up and knelt in front of the gate of the City Lord's Mansion, kowtowed repeatedly, and cried out with tears streaming down her face: "Please, please let my daughter go, please, wuwuwu..."