I am a living immortal.

Su Mu thanked him again.

Then he left. Actually, he knew how to get there; he just wanted to ask the name of the place. He hadn't expected such enthusiasm. This place was called Linjia Village.

Thinking of this, he suddenly chuckled. It seemed like a cycle. When he first came out of the mountains, the first village he remembered was Linjia Village.

There was a sense of revisiting an old place.

But he knew it was just a sentiment. This wasn't the outside world, nor was it the Lin Village he imagined. Just like the immortal path here wasn't the immortal path outside, even though they shared the same name.

As they walked along the path, Su Mu truly attracted a lot of attention. Such people rarely visited the village. He could hear some speculate that he was a scholar, others that he was the son of a certain family. Although Su Mu was dressed simply, his clothes were well-fitting and had no patches.

Even more bold speculation is that this might be a cultivator and this is a school exam.

However, the last guess ended in vain amid the ridicule of the crowd.

Who would be so foolish as to be a cultivator and not be high-profile, acting like a mortal? It would be absolutely impossible for them to do that. They wanted to be as high-profile as possible, eager to announce their status as cultivators to the whole world.

This is normal and reasonable.

This is the difference between the Cave Heaven World and the outside world. This may have something to do with the high status of cultivators. As for other reasons, are cultivators so common in this Cave Heaven World?

Based on the size of the world's population, let alone one in ten thousand, even one in a hundred thousand or a million, the number is definitely considerable.

In the outside world, not every country has an immortal sect, and each immortal sect may not have more than a hundred disciples. You can imagine the disparity between them.

Su Mu doesn’t know yet, and maybe she will know after seeing it with her own eyes.

He walked for a while before arriving at a small town.

There weren't many people in the town at the moment. Most of them were in the fields, while some had gone to Pingyang County.

Su Mu came to a small stall, ordered a bowl of wontons, and listened to people talking: Pingyang County is about to be packed, and many people have rushed here from the nearby county.

The Qiyang Sect was recruiting disciples, and many people came with the intention of trying their luck. This could be a chance to leap over the dragon gate and change their life's destiny.

Pingyang County was a county where Qiyang Sect recruited disciples.

Not every county is blessed with immortals. Among the nearby counties, only Pingyang County is lucky. It's not necessarily a case of good luck, as Pingyang County once produced an immortal cultivator. After decades of hard work, that cultivator has now become an inner sect disciple.

So just a matter of words benefited the entire county.

After all, many people never have the opportunity to leave the county in their entire lives. Staying in the county makes navigating the surrounding towns much more convenient, without having to calculate travel dates in advance. It's spring plowing season, and traveling long distances is a gamble for ordinary people without connections.

Su Mu was a little surprised when she heard it.

He hadn't expected that the status of an immortal cultivator was reflected in so many aspects, and that there were so many tricks involved in recruiting disciples.

He also learned from other people's conversations that the reason the town was so empty was because everyone had gone to Pingyang County to sell their goods. Only a few people, like the elderly man in the wonton shop, had stopped going, not because they didn't want to, but because their health couldn't take it.

More people means more money.

This year, Pingyang County's income will also be much better.

All of this was just a chain reaction caused by a casual remark from an immortal cultivator. It really was... really was... absurd yet true.

Su Mu was eating wontons, her heart in turmoil.

He became more and more curious about this cave world.

After finishing the wontons, Su Mu paused as he took out the money, then handed over the three copper coins. The copper coins in his hand changed their appearance during this meal.

The wontons were pretty good, a true testament to the craftsmanship of a master. Su Mu wasn't a big fan of wontons, as they often had a sticky texture where the wrappers wouldn't cook properly, leaving them feeling raw and unpolished. But perhaps it was the thin wrappers or a special method used by this old man, but they didn't taste that undercooked at all. The meat was also fresh, and paired with the diced spring bamboo shoots, it was crispy, fragrant, and fragrant. No wonder the business was so brisk.

They walked around the town. It wasn't big, but the only people left were old people and children, not many young people. Su Mu didn't listen to the young man's suggestion to stay in the town temporarily.

With Su Mu's speed, he could reach Pingyang County before dark. His steps seemed slow, but each step was several meters long and not abrupt, yet he walked very fast.

It was probably after noon, and there were not many people on the road. Those who had left had already left, and those who were coming back would still need some time.

So Su Mu walked alone on the official road, looking a little lonely. The wild flowers on the roadside were blooming luxuriantly, and the official road was also much smoother.

Su Mu only now realized how difficult it was to create a world. Every blade of grass, every tree, every grain of sand was incredibly real.

You can imagine the amount of work this involves.

The difficulty of creating a world from nothing, a real world, is immeasurable.

The spring breeze was neither too hot nor too cold, a pleasant breeze. But it also brought with it a sense of distant restlessness. The closer we got to Pingyang County, the more people there were. Some came in groups of three, others with their families. There were a lot of people… lots and lots of them.

The gatekeepers shouted for quiet. A chaotic crowd was everywhere. Mule carts and horse-drawn carriages mixed together, and the stench was overwhelming. Even in the mild weather, it was still so.

Carrying large and small bags, most people couldn't enter the city. There were too many people in the city, and the flow of people into the city was slowing down. This was a real problem. The noisy sounds were endless, making people feel inexplicably irritated. All kinds of people wanted to come forward and get close to them, as if just entering the city gate would allow them to enter the Immortal Sect.

Su Mu regretted not listening to the young man.

It might not be their turn to go in for a while. And those who entered the city tried their best not to leave the city, just to wait for the arrival of the immortal.

Standing outside the city gate and looking at the various kinds of people, you can see so many different kinds of life.

There were a few others like him. These people had no families to support, and they all shook their heads helplessly.

"Brother, you might not be able to get into the city today. It's like this every three years. We can't even squeeze in even if we live in the city. But I understand. If I had children, I'd be even more anxious than they are."

The visitor saw Su Mu looking towards the city and said with a smile, obviously he was used to it.

"I'm not too worried, but this is a bit exaggerated."

The man stared at Su Mu again and again, as if he was looking at a freak.

“It’s not an exaggeration. No matter how exaggerated, it’s not an exaggeration.”