Immortality and Cultivation: This old man seeks enlightenment through mere survival.

Mo Lao and his group had been in Huangze City for a year, struggling to make ends meet.

With Mo Lao's strength at the ninth level of Qi Refining, he shouldn't have ended up in such a miserable state.

But he also has to take care of a junior, which makes things not so easy.

Aunt Hong was in the same boat, and she and Yan'er were even worse off...

In contrast, Lu Zaian transformed himself into an alchemist.

Such a huge reversal of identity was difficult for them to accept at first.

Fortunately, Lu Zaian still took the initiative to greet them as before...

There was absolutely no disdain or contempt shown towards them.

"Okay, I'll give you a 10% discount on the remaining few," Lu Zaian said casually.

He doesn't care about these few spirit stones now.

On the contrary, it was Elder Mo who told me about the desolate city without reservation...

Lu Zaian still had a slight liking for him.

Moreover, Elder Mo's cultivation is approaching the perfection of the ninth level of Qi Refining, and there might be a slight possibility that he could break through to the Foundation Establishment stage.

Consider it a way to maintain good relations, an investment made in advance.

It's okay if you fail...

"Thank you, thank you, Lao Lu!" Old Mo held Lu Zaian's hands and thanked him sincerely.

Even the slightest connection with an alchemist is invaluable.

"Are you... planning to enter the marshland today?" Lu Zaian asked.

"Yes, Master Lu, we can't earn spirit stones as easily as you can by just moving your fingers."

Mo Haoxuan, who was standing to the side, had a gloomy expression and suddenly made a sarcastic remark with a forced smile.

"Haoxuan! What are you saying? You're becoming more and more rude! Apologize to Elder Lu right now!!"

Old Master Mo's expression changed, and he immediately began to berate Mo Haoxuan.

Mo Haoxuan was originally the most outstanding disciple among the younger generation of the Qi Refining Mo family. He possessed a mid-grade fire spirit root and was nurtured by the entire family as a potential Foundation Establishment cultivator.

As a result, he was used to being arrogant and domineering in his small family, but after arriving in Huangze City, he was repeatedly hit hard by life...

Their once proud identity and strength have been trampled underfoot.

There are plenty of cultivators in Huangze City who are more powerful and have higher status than him.

Who is he?

Therefore, after a year of being repeatedly battered by the high-pressure life in Huangze City, Mo Haoxuan's flesh became even more tender and bouncy.

Cough cough cough... No, it's that his personality has become increasingly resentful of the rich and sinister...

Simply put, he has the disease of a young master but not the life of one.

Lu Zaian pinched his chin and looked Mo Haoxuan up and down, then smiled instead of getting angry.

"You're right, it's just a matter of me lifting a finger. So why don't you lift a finger?"

"You..." Mo Haoxuan was speechless.

"Hmph, you can leave now. This is the last time I'll sell you pills!" Lu Zaian said coldly.

Lu Zaian sympathizes with the plight of Elder Mo and others, but that doesn't mean he has to selflessly offer them help.

Over the past year, I've sold them discounted pills six or seven times, which is pretty generous of me...

As for Mo Haoxuan, he's nothing but a self-destructive, resentful clown.

This describes people who fear power but not virtue.

Lu Zaian had no interest in targeting him.

"Don't think we care about your pills. Once I break through to the Foundation Establishment stage, I'll have as many low-grade pills as I want!!"

Mo Haoxuan lost face, uttered a harsh remark, and walked out without looking back.

"You! Haoxuan! Stop right there!"

Old Mo was anxious but helpless, and quickly apologized to Lu Zaian.

"Old Lu, don't take it to heart. It's all my fault for spoiling Haoxuan..."

Lu Zaian shook his head and said:

"With his personality, he's unlikely to achieve great things. I advise you to use the resources yourself instead of giving them to him. You might even have a chance to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage."

Upon hearing this, Old Mo's face darkened, and he sighed:

"I'm too old, my vital energy has long since declined, and the chances of breaking through are too slim. Moreover, with the strength of my Mo family, we simply can't afford two Foundation Establishment level spiritual items..."

Upon hearing this, Lu Zaian knew he couldn't persuade him, so he stopped talking.

Seeing that Lu Zaian remained silent, Elder Mo and the others could only apologize and leave.

.........

"Screw that old bastard! All he knows is how to refine a few low-grade pills, what kind of master is he? I'll tell you...!"

Outside the market, Mo Haoxuan walked along, cursing under his breath.

Suddenly, a large hand patted his shoulder from behind.

"Hey kid, stop right there, I need to ask you something!"

"Who the hell are you?!"

Mo Haoxuan was in a fit of anger, and turned around to offer a greeting.

However, when he saw that the person behind him was a burly man at the eighth level of Qi Refining, he instantly put away his impatient expression and his anus tightened.

"What...what are you going to do? I'm warning you, my elders are at the peak of the ninth level of Qi Refining!"

The burly man chuckled, took out a bag of spirit stones, tossed it in front of Mo Haoxuan, and said:

"Do you know that Master Lu who sells pills? Tell me, what's his background? This bag of spirit stones is yours."

"What...what exactly do you want?"

Mo Haoxuan glanced at the bag of spirit stones out of the corner of his eye, a look of greed flashing in his eyes.

"Hehe, I saw you arguing with him just now, right? Just tell me the truth about that old guy's background, and you don't need to worry about anything else..."

Seeing that the burly man was not a threat to him, Mo Haoxuan breathed a sigh of relief.

He immediately realized that the person in front of him seemed to have a grudge against Lu Zaian, and his eyes lit up.

"You're going to deal with that old man?"

Mo Haoxuan continued, cursing:

"That old thing has no background whatsoever; he's just a rogue cultivator."

If it weren't for Elder Mo saving him from the monsters before he entered the city and taking care of him all the way to Huangze City, he wouldn't be where he is today.

"Pah, you son of a bitch... You're an ungrateful bastard!" The burly man scratched his head. This young man's language was really foul.

"Do you know where he got his alchemy skills from?"

"How should I know? Maybe he just got lucky and learned it somewhere! I'll curse him, Feng@%$..."

Mo Haoxuan said fiercely, as if he wanted to vent all his anger and resentment.

The burly man saw that his words and expressions were all genuine and did not seem fake.

"Stop! This bag of spirit stones is yours."

The burly man picked at his ear, threw down the spirit stone, and squeezed into the crowd, disappearing from sight in no time.

Mo Hao's face showed greed as he eagerly peered into the spirit stone bag.

Holy crap, that's several tens of yuan!

He suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure behind him out of the corner of his eye, and quickly hid the spirit stones in his storage bag, pretending that he hadn't done anything...

"Haoxuan! We told you to wait for us!"

The three men, including Mo, caught up with them.

Old Mo looked ahead and asked:

"What were you doing just now? I think I saw you talking to someone?"

"Haha...it's nothing, I just ran into an acquaintance and we chatted for a bit," Mo Haoxuan explained with a laugh.

"is it?"

Old Mo looked at him suspiciously. This guy spends most of the day with him, how could he know any acquaintances?

However, seeing that Mo Haoxuan's expression seemed less gloomy, Old Master Mo didn't think much of it.

"You, if you don't change your temperament, you'll suffer sooner or later. I've told you so many times!"

"Look, we've offended Master Lu again this time. This will mean even more expenses when buying pills in the future."

Mo Haoxuan had heard this so many times he was sick of it... his mind had long since wandered off to other things.

Tonight, I can use this money to patronize the female monks in Yanliu Lane...

"Alright, alright! Old Mo, stop reading... Aren't we leaving the city? What are you waiting for?"

"Sigh, there's no way to salvage things now. I hope this trip to Ruze will be fruitful..."

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