Chapter 531: Longevity: My Farming-Style Cultivation Is Too Steady Chapter 531 Abundance

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

Leaving the Immortal Sect, everyone set out on a journey through the mortal world.

From Dongyu to the Central Region, the road was extremely long; even though they were all cultivators and had flying magic tools, a round trip would take at least a month.

There were faster methods, such as the Kuo Jie Chuan Song Zhen, which made a round trip in an instant.

However, this thing could not be used casually.

What's more, although Xu Zhangqing and the others' destination was the Central Region, they actually had to pass through several places to obtain relevant information on recording their entry into the world as fellow disciples.

For example, how many resources of the Immortal Sect had been consumed, or which clan's child was intelligent from a young age and could be monitored in advance.

In short, this seemed like a simple Transport Mission, but there were many procedures to go through.

This was also one of the reasons why the Kuo Jie Chuan Song Zhen could not be used.

Therefore, not long after, Xu Zhangqing and the others arrived at Fengrao Commandery of the Dongyue Great Yue Dynasty.

As the name suggested, this place was quite abundant.

As far as the eye could see, there were at least ten thousand mu of fertile fields.

Although not top-grade, they were planted with rice and vegetables that were about to mature.

Hu Bugui chuckled: "Lao Zhao, isn't this your hometown?"

Zhao Ziyue's voice carried a touch of melancholy: "Yes!"

After his father passed away, his mother grew increasingly old.

For some reason, he suddenly felt unfamiliar with this place.

The closer he got to home, the stronger this feeling of unfamiliarity became.

Xu Zhangqing looked at the list and said in a deep voice: "The first person to contact is our fellow disciple in Fengrao Commandery, named Wang Han."

This person was sent here thirty years ago, then cooperated with the mortal government and great clans; now he is married with children, and even has many wives and concubines.

Yu Shi asked casually: "What is his reputation?"

Xu Zhangqing glanced at him: "Greedy for small gains, no major faults."

Yu Shi nodded slightly: "This person is acceptable."

Xu Zhangqing swept his gaze over everyone: "Do you want to go together, or find a place to rest on your own?"

Su Jinli spoke first: "I cannot enter deep into the mortal world, especially approaching the Red Dust, so you leave Broken Moon Flowing Frost and go down yourself."

Xu Zhangqing asked in surprise: "You don't have a flying magic tool?"

Su Jinli said indifferently: "I prefer you."

Xu Zhangqing nodded helplessly: "Fine."

Then he asked again who was willing to follow along.

Hu Bugui and Zhao Ziyue were naturally willing.

Spirit Rong Night did not want to go, not to shirk, but because he had his own little calculations.

Yu Shi and Lu Wu didn't mind; anything was fine.

Miao Huayu was rather shy and preferred to stay up there.

Finally, Xu Zhangqing brought Lao Hu, Lao Zhao, Xu Linshan, Yu Shi, and Lu Wu together; six people detached from Broken Moon Flowing Frost and flew toward the prefecture city below.

Because the dynasty and the Immortal Sect had regulations that cultivators could not openly appear in the mortal world, especially being ostentatious, when they went down, the few of them concealed themselves slightly.

In the eyes of ordinary people, it was just a wisp of mist.

However, there is a saying: a crane standing among chickens.

Xu Zhangqing and the others were all cultivators; their temperament and bearing stood there, clearly different from the ordinary people around them, especially the lower-class people, and they looked out of place at a glance.

Xu Zhangqing raised his chin at Zhao Ziyue: "Lao Zhao, you're a local; you should know where the Wang Family residence is, right?"

Zhao Ziyue pointed to the right and pondered: "There are too many wealthy people surnamed Wang; I'm not sure which one you mean."

However, anyone with identity and status lives in that area.

Xu Zhangqing took out a Communication Talisman: "A general direction is enough; anyway, the closer the distance, the faster this thing flashes, and Wang Han will perceive it soon."

Immediately, the group walked forward along the muddy road.

Along the way, Xu Zhangqing found that lower-class people were more or less the same everywhere.

Although this place was called Fengrao Commandery and looked like it had countless fertile fields and abundant resources.

At the edge of the city and under the city walls, there were still many beggars and vagrants.

Those in slightly better conditions barely lived in thatched huts or grass huts.

Those in worse conditions slept directly on the street, huddling in a corner.

After walking forward for a while, the road under their feet gradually changed.

From a muddy, terrible road, it changed to a paved road of gravel.

Although dust was flying, it was much better than before.

Around them, there were no longer any vagrants or beggars, only ordinary residents.

The houses they lived in also changed from thatched huts and grass huts to brick-and-wood single-story houses.

Looking at the two completely opposite scenes for a long time made one's heart feel sour.

Xu Zhangqing realized: "No wonder Immortal Maiden Su was unwilling to come down."

Once reaching the Golden Core Stage, everyone had to confirm their own path of cultivation.

Some people temper their hearts in the mortal world.

Some people avoid karma entirely.

Still others roam freely through mountains and rivers.

Of course, this belongs to a higher level of the Great Dao.

The lesser Dao, by contrast, is to choose a cultivation direction and then persist in it.

For example, a Fire Spirit Root suits alchemy, so one cultivates with the identity of an Alchemist.

In short, everyone has more or less some differences.

After another stretch of distance, the ground, houses, and people underwent change once again.

The ground changed from a gravel road into a brick-and-stone road.

It looks more orderly, and walking on it is more comfortable.

The houses also gradually shifted from brick-and-timber bungalows into street-front courtyards and row shops.

It is far more lively than before, with bustling crowds everywhere.

"Cotton gloves, hand warmers, thick and warm — no worries getting through winter!"

"Embroidery and mending, I know it all, colors complete, stitches fine!"

"Sir, please come inside, new silks just hung up, take a look?"

Small shops rely on hawking.

Big shops directly bring out goods for display.

There are also itinerant peddlers, shaking pellet drums as they step forward.

Seeing this scene, Xu Changqing and the others, who had long stayed in the immortal sect and rarely contacted the mortal world, stopped in unison.

This scene before them brought them a certain degree of shock.

A vivid scene, or one might say world, lay just like that before their eyes.

Before long, over a dozen burly martial men emerged; they forcibly parted the crowd and came to the front of Xu Changqing and the others.

They then split into two, forming two rows.

Immediately after, a carriage that looked high-end appeared, both horses tall steeds rarely seen in the mortal world.

Then, a middle-aged man of rotund build, nearly fat as a ball, lifted the curtain and stepped out; upon landing he cupped his fists at everyone: "This humble one is Wang Han, I have been waiting for you all for a long time!"

Xu Changqing glanced at the Communication Talisman, saw it was indeed lit up, and only then cupped his fists: "Senior Brother Wang!"

Wang Han said with a beaming smile: "This is no place to talk; please, follow me."

Everyone entered the carriage, and led by a group of martial men, gradually left this place.

The destination grew more and more remote, pedestrians around fewer and fewer.

On the surface it seemed they had left the prosperity and bustle behind, but in reality the ground changed from brick-and-stone road to an even more orderly blue stone slab road.

Moreover it was extremely spacious; several carriages abreast would be no problem.

Grass huts, thatched cottages, bungalows, shops — all gone; as far as the eye could see were only larger mansions and estates.

Before long, the carriage halted at the main gate of an estate.

Above the lintel hung a plaque, engraved with two gilt characters: Wang Mansion!