The difficult path of cultivation for a grassroots female practitioner

Three days later, Xiao Han followed the caravan out of Fuyuan City.

Before leaving, she sent a sound transmission note to Jiang Yaohua and his apprentice, as well as Sister Hu, informing them that she was about to settle in Zixiao City.

Although the two were surprised, they both gave their blessings. Only Jiang Wan was extremely reluctant to let her go, and asked her if she would write a new storybook in the future and whether the new storybook would be sent back to Fuyuan City.

Regarding this topic, Xiao Han could only answer that he didn't know.

She was completely clueless about Zixiao City and had to rely on her own courage to venture out, not knowing what she could do there.

At this moment, walking out of Fuyuan City and looking back at the tall city walls of Fuyuan City, Xiao Han felt a sense of nostalgia in his heart.

This was her first stop in the Immortal Realm. Every cultivator she met here was just like the people in the mortal world, working hard to survive. There wasn't much deception between them.

As long as it didn't harm their own interests, they were willing to take care of others within their capabilities. Xiao Han didn't worry at all about those people losing their humanity after cultivation, fighting for cultivation resources, and treating human life as worthless.

She didn't know whether the relationships between people in other immortal cities would be the same as in Fuyuan City, but she firmly believed that as long as people still maintained their seven emotions and six desires and had not cultivated to the point of being completely free from worldly desires, among the thousands of cultivators, the good in human nature would always outweigh the evil.

After leaving Fuyuan City, Xiao Han was still feeling emotional and full of thoughts.

Team leader Yan Zhe glanced at her and said, "Fellow Daoist Xiao, when we're on our way later, you stay by my side. If you feel your spiritual power is running low, just make a sound."

Xiao Han nodded in response, and like everyone else, began to pat the lightening talismans on his body.

She wore the outer garment given by Granny Yuan, a newly bought pair of monk shoes woven from a blend of first-grade spiritual silk and water hemp silk, and a storage bag hung around her waist. Now, she looked like a normal monk.

Perhaps it was because everyone was given some travel expenses. Although fifty spirit stones per person was not a lot, it was still free. Therefore, the other three people in the team did not show any disgust towards Xiao Han, who was only at the third level of Qi training.

The group of five people slapped on the lightness talisman, poured spiritual power into their legs, and started running like a meteor chasing the moon.

According to Team Leader Yan, it would take them about half a month to return to Zixiao City. In fact, the straight-line distance between Lingyun City and Fuyuan City, or between Fuyuan City and Zixiao City, was not that far.

But for Qi-cultivating cultivators who walk on two legs, they have to take detours if they want to cross mountains and rivers and avoid the territories of high-level monsters.

Only after a cultivator has successfully established his foundation and the spiritual power in his body has undergone a qualitative change can he control flying magic tools and fly in the air.

This is why the distance between each major realm is like a natural chasm. Once a cultivator has established his foundation, he can basically crush all other Qi training cultivators.

Xiao Han was now very thankful that when he arrived in Fuyuan City, it was the perfect season, between spring and summer, neither too hot nor too cold. In order to take care of her mortal body, Jiang Yaohua's speed was not very fast.

Otherwise, in this kind of weather and at this speed, her face would be cut in half by the cold wind.

The spiritual energy in her body continued to circulate, protecting her from the cold wind.

After flying for two hours, Xiao Han felt that his spiritual power was a little exhausted, so Yan Zhe slowed down and headed for the rest point along the way.

They traded various cultivation materials between several immortal cities and had long since figured out a safe route and had fixed resting places.

Xiao Han followed and saw a sunken hole of about thirty to forty square meters at the bottom of a slightly steep hillside. Inside the hole was a wooden house made of solid materials but with very rough workmanship.

It’s more like an extra-large wooden cage than a wooden house.

Although the wooden house was placed in a concave part of the cliff, the snow that was swept in still buried half of the house.

Yan Zhe walked forward and waved his hand. A gust of spiritual wind immediately blew away most of the snow in front of the wooden house.

Monk Chen, who was traveling with them, stepped forward, untied the iron chain that bound the wooden door, and then pushed the door open.

Because the wooden house was made by splicing logs together one by one, there were large gaps between them, and a layer of snow had penetrated into the house.

Monk Chen used the cleaning technique to roll out the snow in the house and threw it outside, and then the people outside went in.

Yan Zhe explained to Xiao Han, "We'll rest here for an hour and continue our journey in the afternoon. If you haven't taken the fasting pill, eat quickly."

Xiao Han nodded and said, "Okay."

When we entered the wooden house, the three people who came in first had already found a place and took out their cushions to sit down.

The middle-aged female cultivator Mei Yunchu smiled and waved to Xiao Han, "Sister Xiao, come and sit over here."

Xiao Han hurried over and took out the cushion he used for meditation from his overflowing storage bag and placed it next to Mei Yunchu.

Mei Yunchu smiled and praised, "Sister Xiao, this robe is quite nice. It must have cost you a lot of spirit stones, right?"

Xiao Han said a little embarrassedly: "This was given to me by my mother-in-law. I don't know how many spirit stones I spent on it."

Mei Yunchu took out a light green outer garment from his storage bag and said with a smile, "This robe of mine is not bad either. It's made of spiritual silk mixed with the feathers of the iris kingfisher. It won't get wet when it comes into contact with water. It only costs 300 spirit stones. Would you like to buy one, sister?"

Xiao Han thought of the five hundred or so spirit stones left in his pocket and shook his head hastily, "I don't want to buy clothes for the time being."

Monk Chen on the other side also asked tentatively, "Does Fellow Daoist Xiao need any talismans? The talismans here are all sold by third-grade and above talisman masters in Zixiao City. The mid-grade and above talismans in your Fuyuan City are basically all purchased from me. Considering that we are destined to travel together, I will give Fellow Daoist Xiao a friendly price."

Xiao Han smiled again, "I've already prepared some talismans, but they're not needed for now."

Monk Chen shook his head in disapproval. "You don't have to buy clothes, but talismans are essential items for us monks. It's better to have more to be prepared for any eventuality. Especially since your cultivation level is still low, without the support of talismans, your safety is not guaranteed."

Xiao Han laughed dryly but didn't respond. Instead, Mei Yunchu glared at Monk Chen in dissatisfaction, "Chen Yuqi, what monk would go out without talismans? It's your business to persuade others to buy talismans, but why do you have to say that I don't have to buy clothes? What girl doesn't want to have a few more beautiful clothes in her storage bag?"

Yan Zhe finally couldn't bear it anymore and said, "Okay, all of you shut up, eat and rest."

The young monk Xia had already taken out the food from his storage bag and began to eat it with big mouthfuls. He puffed his cheeks and said, "The food got cold as soon as I took it out. It seems that taking the fasting pill is more convenient in this awful weather."

Chen Yuqi glanced at him and teased him, "For someone like you who can't fill his stomach without two big bowls of rice for every meal, wouldn't you still want to eat food after taking the fasting pill?"

As Monk Xia quickly stuffed his food into his mouth, he said, "I've taken the Qigong pills, and my stomach is full, but my mouth isn't happy. How can it be considered a meal if I don't taste the delicious food?"

This immediately amused everyone present.

Xiao Han suppressed his laughter, took out the homemade roujiamo and started eating it in big mouthfuls.

She had to finish her meal quickly and meditate to restore her spiritual energy.