I have a high-risk profession in the cultivation world.

The question now is, how do we divide it?

The furthest room was definitely not for the only girl, so Su Chengdian took the next room first, relying on his superior cultivation and seniority.

Chu Chenmu looked at Luo Suichen, whose mood was somewhat gloomy, and laughed inwardly. It's good that he's far away, it's good that he's far away, he can sleep peacefully at night.

But she smiled slightly and 'comforted' Luo Suichen: "It's alright, the inn is safe. If you encounter any danger, I will save you in time. Go back to your room and pack up first, then we'll go down for dinner later."

"Yes, yes, junior brother, I am not very talented, thank you for being so kind, hahaha!"

During the meal, the waiter was busy serving them, but his steps were steady and his breathing was calm. Chu Chenmu observed him and found that he actually had the cultivation level of the fifth level of Qi Refining.

Xiao Er is not very old. If he can reach this level on his own, he is already fully capable of entering a sect to receive more systematic teaching.

Chu Chenmu thought for a moment and roughly understood.

This waiter must come from a poor family.

This is a world where everyone cultivates. Even ordinary people without cultivation talent can mostly draw qi into their bodies. However, lacking cultivation resources and guidance from renowned teachers, they may only reach the fourth or fifth level of Qi Refining in their lifetime, which only serves to strengthen their bodies and slightly increase their lifespan.

Some people may have been talented when they were young, but due to extreme poverty, they had to give up their dreams of cultivation and live ordinary lives.

Do they not want to cultivate? Or are their families stopping them?

No, not at all. In fact, if they could support this bottomless abyss of cultivation by selling everything they owned, they would support them. Who wouldn't want their family to produce an immortal?

But the truth is that without connections and money, many people can't even get close to the door.

Earning money to supplement the family income is the real goal; what's the point of spiritual cultivation?

By the time you've exhausted all your efforts to build your foundation, your parents might already be... what's the point then?

Without thinking further, Chu Chenmu picked up a piece of spicy chicken placed in front of him with his chopsticks.

He liked spicy food, but his diet became lighter after entering Lizhou. He didn't have high expectations for this spicy chicken, but Chu Chenmu's eyes lit up after taking a bite.

The food at this tiny inn is so delicious, I could stay here forever!

So the four people, who originally only planned to stay for one night, decided to set off the day after tomorrow, intending to buy some things they would need for the journey and experience the local customs and culture.

Of course, the three apprentices were in charge of purchasing things, while the task of experiencing local customs and traditions, which was neither great nor difficult, was handed over to Chu Chenmu.

Chu Chenmu euphemistically called it gathering information, saying he couldn't afford to be out of touch with the cultivation world for too long.

Upon hearing this reason, Su Chengdian blinked, seemingly doubting its veracity, and then said somewhat nervously, "Master, if you wish to learn about the rumors and news in the cultivation world as soon as possible, you can go to Hongmeng Pavilion."

Hongmengxuan...

Chu Chenmu searched his limited mental capacity but could not find any record of this pavilion.

Seeing that Chu Chenmu remained silent, Su Chengdian guessed that his master, who had been in seclusion for many years, might not be paying attention to the forces in the cultivation world. He then added, "Hongmengxuan is all over the Canglan Continent. It is said that they even have a branch in Xunzhou, which is occupied by the Demon Sect. As long as you can offer something that interests them, all information can be exchanged. Moreover, they have an excellent reputation, and all transactions with them are strictly confidential."

Chu Chenmu then remembered that there was indeed a Hongmeng Xuan in the original owner's memories.

Feeling a little guilty, he touched his nose. Cough cough, well, you can't really blame him for this.

Chu Chenmu nodded knowingly, "I understand, but since we are only on a mission, there is no need for us to make any special transactions."

Heaven knows which restaurant he meant by "investigating information"—which restaurant had the best food, or which storybook shop was the most popular.

If this news gets out to Hongmengxuan, he'll be lucky to escape being beaten to death.

A man entered mysteriously, and only asked, "May I ask where the most popular restaurants and storybook parlors in Mast Rock City are located?"

be sick.

"Cheng Dian truly lives up to his reputation as a direct descendant of the Su family; he's so knowledgeable and worldly-wise," Tian Yige said with a smile. Several years had passed, and it seemed her two junior brothers had finally entered Tian Yige's heart, making this icy senior sister unconsciously smile.

"I remember that Cheng Dian's family is also in Lizhou, but I don't know which city they are in?"

"It's in Gusu City, which is south of the prefecture. It's a pity it's not on the way this time, otherwise my father would be overjoyed if I took my master, senior sister, and junior brother home with me."

Chu Chenmu pondered to himself that the child was still young and he hadn't been home for several years, so he should go back to visit him. Unfortunately, it wasn't on his way, but he could take a different route when he returned to Wuji Sect after completing the mission and then pass by the Su family.

After dinner, the four of them sat at their seats for a while longer before returning to their rooms to rest.

Speaking of this good habit of never missing a meal, it was something Chu Chenmu helped them cultivate after they transmigrated. Originally, the Bigu Pill could have solved the problem, but it was too unpalatable. According to Chu Chenmu, it tasted like burnt plastic. Who would eat this if they could eat real food?

Get rid of all your bad habits!

At first, Tian Yige didn't think it was necessary, but after experiencing the realities of life a few more times, she had to admit it was unnecessary.

There's no other reason than that it's just too delicious; this stuff is far superior to any fasting pill.

She even has the potential to become a restaurant review blogger.

I want to know the restaurant's signature dishes no matter where I go.

Chu Chenmu shook his head repeatedly at this sight.

Alas, this child.

I don't know who he took after.

……

In the stillness of the night, Chu Chenmu lay in bed.

He pulled out a storybook.

I bought it at the storybook store before I left, but I haven't had a chance to read it in the past few days.

This time he was smarter; he bought a complete set and watched it to his heart's content.

"A 20-year-old male college student bought a set of physical books outright with his own money; that's real ability."

After a long time...

Looking at the script with its strangely familiar word choice and skillful use of the "red bean paste law" that had "made everyone red bean paste," Chu Chenmu had an ominous premonition.

No way……

He covered his eyes, carefully turned to the last page of the book, and slightly widened his fingers to see three large characters that made his blood pressure soar: "Alas, it's too late."

I rely on!

It's like a turtle shedding its shell—it can't stay still anymore.

Grandma told a joke—which made Grandpa laugh.

"Let's guess how many more will die this time... oh no, how many will survive."

('Pan')

With a lot of anger bottled up inside, Chu Chenmu quickly read through the storybook. Sure enough, the "red bean paste law" was true.

May Doumen live on forever.

...What a load of rubbish.

From now on, when he buys storybooks, he will carefully check the author's name. He will not buy any books whose names contain the characters "天" (tian, meaning sky), "嗟" (jie, meaning sigh), or "晚" (wan, meaning evening).

Can't see a bit.

……