The difficult path of cultivation for a grassroots female practitioner

Xiao Han and Shui Wuhen disappeared in a flash.

All the mortals watching from afar instantly knelt down in submission.

Although the villagers of Shangxi Village had heard of legends about immortal cultivators, no immortals had ever appeared in any of the nearby villages. Therefore, Zhu Ergou, a Qi training master at the second level, was as if he were seeing a deity, filling them with both respect and awe.

This time, Xiao Han flew farther, over a group of mountains, until he saw the mortal village again.

Sensing the presence of several cultivators in the village below, and the village was particularly large, she decided to go down and take a look.

Shui Wuhen still followed her silently.

The concentration of spiritual energy here is quite good, so many spiritual fields have been opened up. The fields are planted with spiritual rice, spiritual vegetables and some low-level spiritual herbs.

It seems that the mortals in this village all eat magical rice and vegetables, so there must not be many sick people.

However, since we are traveling, of course we should visit everywhere.

Therefore, Xiao Han still rang the bell and walked into the village.

It was just strange that I met several young men holding farm tools on the road, but they all had numb expressions and walked in a hurry.

Moreover, most of the houses here are dilapidated.

The village was very quiet, and there was no sight of the old people gathering together to chat and do handicrafts as in Taoxi Village.

With a sweep of his spiritual sense, he discovered a gray-haired old man in a small bamboo courtyard with his back bent over ninety degrees.

Even in this physical condition, he is still busy doing some housework.

Xiao Han walked to the gate of the fenced courtyard and rang the bell. The old man tilted his head and looked in the direction of the sound.

Xiao Han looked at him and said, "I'm a traveling doctor. Your father-in-law's health is like this. Do you want me to take a look at you?"

The old man shook his head. "It's useless. It can't be cured."

Xiao Han pushed open the courtyard door and walked in. "I am a disciple of the Divine Doctor Valley. There is no disease in this world that I cannot cure."

The old man waved his hands quickly and said, "Even if you are a skilled doctor and can cure me, I can't afford the consultation fee. You'd better leave now."

Xiao Han smiled and said, "Don't worry. We, the disciples of the Divine Doctor Valley, don't accept gold or silver when we travel and practice medicine. You can give us two kilograms of rice or a handful of vegetables. That's fine."

"Really?" The old man was still a little unconvinced.

Xiao Han laughed and said, "I'm a foreigner, how dare I lie to you here?"

The old man thought about his waist. Even if a miracle doctor came, it wouldn't be able to cure it in one or two attempts. It's impossible for a traveling doctor to stay here permanently. So he waved his hand and said, "Forget it. It's too much trouble. Although my waist can't be straightened, as long as I don't make any big movements and it doesn't hurt much, I can still hold on."

Xiao Han said, "Come and sit here. I promise to cure you in one go."

The old man thought Xiao Han was bragging, and wanted to see what tricks she was up to, so he sat on the small stool.

Xiao Han was too lazy to take his pulse and directly used the rejuvenation technique to treat him slowly.

The old man felt a comfortable flow of air flowing through his lower back and asked in amazement, "Are you an immortal master? This seems like an immortal technique, doesn't it?"

After all, Xiao Han's hands didn't touch his body, he didn't apply ointment, nor did he let him drink medicine, but he felt a comfortable air flow through his body.

Xiao Han suddenly thought of the cultivator's aura he sensed here, so he asked, "There should be an immortal master in this village. Why don't you ask him to help you heal?"

The old man sighed, "You are an outsider and don't understand the situation in our village. If you don't get beaten by those immortal masters, you're really lucky. Do you still want them to treat you?"

Xiao Han thought of Zhu Ergou. Could it be that the cultivators here are the same as Zhu Ergou?

"We also have immortal masters in the Divine Doctor Valley, but those immortal masters are very kind and never make things difficult for mortals. Are the immortal masters here different?"

The old man thought that Xiao Han was an outsider, and when he heard her talk about how many immortal masters there were in other places, he couldn't help but start complaining.

"You have no idea how demanding the immortal master in our village is. Each of our families has to cultivate more than ten acres of land. The spiritual rice and vegetables are very delicate and need to be carefully tended. We even pull out the weeds one by one by hand. And if the yield is not up to standard, not only will we be beaten, but the food originally given to us will also be withheld."

Xiao Han thought of the vast spiritual fields surrounding the village and asked, "So, are all the people in your village farming for the Immortal Master?"

The old man nodded. "Yes, all the farmland here was taken away by the Immortal Master at a low price. He then forced us to open up a lot of wasteland and only plant the spiritual plants that the Immortal Master needed. After these spiritual plants were handed over, the Immortal Master gave me some rice and grain according to the area of ​​the land."

"Is this rice enough to eat?" Xiao Han continued to ask.

The old man sighed, "Just barely enough to avoid starvation."

Xiao Han understood that the cultivators here were treating these mortals as slaves.

"Are these immortal masters locals?"

The old man shook his head. "No, I don't know where they came from, but they took a fancy to our village and made it so that all the people in our village could never live a good life again."

During the conversation, Xiao Han had already cleared all the meridians in the old man's waist.

She smiled at the old man and said, "Stand up and walk around."

The old man stood up hunched over out of habit, but he found that when he straightened his body slightly, it was not as painful as before, so he slowly straightened his back.

The old man was stunned for a moment, then he knelt down in front of Xiao Han with a thud, "Immortal, you are truly an immortal who saves people from suffering. Thank you, thank you..."

Xiao Han sent a voice message to Shui Wuhen: "Let's go, let's go see those immortal masters."

The old man bowed for a long time and found that there was no movement at all. He looked up and found that there was no one in the courtyard.

Xiao Han and Shui Wuhen came to the tallest and most imposing building in the village.

At this moment, in the lobby, three middle-aged men who practiced Qigong were sitting together drinking tea. Two of them were complaining that they shouldn't have planted too many spiritual fields, which made them exhausted every time they used the Spring Breeze Rain Technique to irrigate them.

I just regret that spiritual plants need spiritual water for irrigation, and I can’t leave this job to those mortals.

The two people who were complaining were both at the seventh level of Qi training. The cultivator at the eighth level, who was obviously the eldest brother, snorted, "I irrigate as much as you do. You complain about being tired when working, but when we divide the spirit stones, why don't you complain about having too much?"

The two men were about to say something, but suddenly they were stunned.

Because two people suddenly appeared in the house.

Xiao Han wanted to ask slowly, but found that Shui Wuhen had already imprisoned the person and started searching his soul.

Oh my god, I didn’t expect that Boss Shui could be so simple and crude.

Shui Wuhen quickly finished searching the souls and said to Xiao Han, "These three are independent cultivators. The eldest of them accidentally discovered that the spiritual energy here is quite good and the land is fertile, suitable for growing spiritual plants. So he gathered the other two, came here, occupied the entire village, and forced the villagers to help them grow spiritual plants."

Thinking that these three people had been beating, scolding and enslaving the villagers like livestock, Shui Wuhen's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

Xiao Han didn't know Shui Wuhen had already decided to kill them. She said, "Why not bring them to all the villagers and destroy their cultivation in front of everyone, so that they can have a taste of what it's like to be a mortal?"

Shui Wuhen understood what she meant and did not object.

With a flick of his sleeves, he used his spiritual power to carry the three people to the air outside, and then began to use voice transmission to notify all the villagers working in the fields to gather here.

The villagers thought that the immortal master had some important instructions to give, so they gathered together in a hurry.

When almost everyone arrived, Shui Wuhen stood in the air and said in a deep voice: "These three monks have forced you into slavery for more than ten years. Now, I will destroy their magic power. From now on, they will no longer have any magic skills and will not be able to bully you.

All the income from the fields you plant now will belong to you, and you can plant whatever you want in the future."

These words made the villagers, who had originally had numb faces and lifeless eyes, suddenly burst into disbelief.

Shui Wuhen then opened the storage bags of the three Qi-cultivating monks and transferred all the food inside, which was to be distributed to the villagers to barely survive, to the open space.

"Where is the original village chief?" he asked.

An old man walked out tremblingly and knelt down.

"Master, I am the head of this village."

Shui Wuhen said, "Distribute this food to the villagers. If any cultivators come here to seize the land, you can say that the person who destroyed the magic power of these three cultivators was a cultivator named Shui Wuhen."

He believed that with his reputation as an intimidator, no one would dare to compete with a Mahayana cultivator unless the cultivator was extremely ignorant.

Then, he flicked his fingers, and three streams of spiritual power shot into the dantian of the three men. All three cultivators screamed and fell down.

Shui Wuhen threw the three people to the ground and said to Xiao Han, "Let's go."

The three people whose Dantian was destroyed and who had lost their magic power, their future life and death depended on their own luck.