Chapter 601: Things Remain, People Change

The next day.

Inside a tavern.

Aaron, who was drinking, paused his wrist slightly, then immediately acted as if nothing had happened and downed the fine wine in his cup.

"Just now... that feeling that made my hair stand on end for an instant, was that likely a Foundation Establishment Divine Sense sweeping over?"

"But I didn't have the slightest concealment; I was just an ordinary person, so I was let go?"

"This counts as having passed the most dangerous period; as long as the other party doesn't slaughter the city, they can't do anything to me..."

Late at night, Aaron went straight to bed to sleep.

"Could it be... that the brat's Qi-concealing supernatural ability is actually this exquisite?"

The incident at Dongmen Valley could not be covered up at all, and the Qingding Sect reacted quickly after receiving the news.

"Things are the same, but the people are different..."

After silently looking at the entrance of Huichun Hall, Aaron turned and left, arriving at the Lin Family's breakfast shop, only to find that it had long since changed hands.

While eating a meat bun for breakfast, Aaron pondered to himself.

Aaron blended in among them, not attracting any attention at all.

The Black Blood Sect Foundation Establishment cultivator gazed at the myriad lights of the city, his face as dark as water; he had already captured and soul-searched every Qi Refining cultivator he could find nearby, yet he had gained nothing.

A Martial Master spat as he spoke: "Countless immortals, countless streaks of light... and the blood was flowing everywhere... it was scary as hell!"

Within Black Marsh Prefecture City, it remained silent.

"Now that things have come to this, is the only option... to slaughter the city?"

"If this were in Wu Country, the sect would also need a large number of mortals to give birth to children with Spirit Root aptitude to replenish new blood; if I slaughtered the city, the Sect Master would not spare me, but this place is an enemy country... it just so happens that my Thousand Evil Banner still needs countless living souls to refine."

The further one gets from the border between Wu Country and Lin Kingdom, the more peaceful the place is.

And by choosing a small city, where Immortal Cultivators appear less frequently, the chaos will be much less.

He arrived at the street where the original Huichun Hall was located and found that this old medical clinic was still there, only the person in charge had long since been replaced by someone he did not recognize.

"Heh, Bao Er, stop bragging; if you really saw an immortal die, would you be able to resist running over to loot the corpse?"

"With such a great war approaching, Loose Cultivators must either go be cannon fodder, flee far away, or hide among the common folk... but they might not be able to completely hide their own Dharma Power fluctuations, making them easy to be caught... but I am different, I am just a mortal."

This Foundation Establishment great cultivator had an expression of disbelief on his face.

"Go to the most remote second-tier city in Lin Kingdom, find any place, and hole up for a dozen years or so..."

A Martial Master beside him laughed.

Aaron drove a carriage, standing out among the refugees, though this also fit his identity as a Martial Master.

Once this wave of trouble passes, I can return to dig up the Storage Bag and then find an opportunity to start practicing the 'Mingyu Art'!

Over a hundred years have passed, and the Lin Family has long since moved who knows where.

"I'm telling you all... I was at Two Worlds Mountain, and I really saw immortals fighting!"

"This medical clinic and pharmacy, although it is difficult to build a reputation, once established, it is an excellent business that will continuously profit for decades or even centuries..."

"The immortals are at war; this is a sign that the world is in great chaos..." a veteran Martial Master sighed while smoking his pipe.

Teahouse.

"Heh... who doesn't know that Wu Country suddenly invaded our Lin Kingdom? Does that even need a sign? The world has long been in chaos, damn it..."

Amidst the various disturbances, Aaron dropped a few strings of copper coins, stood up, and low-key blended into the group of refugees fleeing to the interior of Lin Kingdom.

And as mortals are the foundation of the Immortal Cultivation World, generally speaking, neither side's Immortal Cultivators will care too much about them.

"Damn it..."

Although after slaughtering a city, one's reputation would fall to the bottom and one might even become a target for righteous cultivators to kill, so what?

Compared to the progress of cultivation techniques and Magic Tools, everything else is illusory!

Demon Cultivators never really cared about such things anyway.

He drove the carriage while pondering his subsequent plans.

Mu'en City.

To Immortal Cultivators, mortals are ants, and there is no such thing as karmic retribution in this world; killing even more mortals won't result in being struck by lightning!

This area near Black Marsh Prefecture still belongs to the border with Wu Country.

"And... even if the Immortal Cultivation Dharma Power is gone, my martial arts are still there!"

Of course, things like conscription and tax collection were inevitable, causing a great commotion.

The only things that can slightly restrict Demon Cultivators are righteous cultivators and the negligible public opinion.

Bao Er said with lingering fear.

With the war in the Lin Kingdom's Immortal Cultivation World, the idea of hiding among the common folk should be feasible.

Those people sleeping soundly had no idea that they had inadvertently avoided a city-slaughtering catastrophe!

The next day, Aaron got up and stretched.

Two months later.

He prepared to mingle here for a few months first, then leave Black Marsh Prefecture City with a mortal merchant caravan.

As for those Storage Bags, they can be left for a few years first! They won't grow legs and run away...

And the sudden invasion of Lin Kingdom by Wu Country brought continuous war, with countless refugees.

This black-clad Foundation Establishment cultivator cursed, transformed into a streak of pitch-black Light, and with an incredibly fast escape speed, vanished in an instant...

If he were to remain in the outside world at this time, he might very well be besieged and fall!

Compared to his own life, a mere True Disciple was no different from an ant.

"Anyway, my lifespan is infinite, so there is no rush. I will take it slow and wait until this wave of great war passes..."

"It is just a pity about those 'Nine-Eyed Begonia', but at most they will stop growing. With the Spirit Qi of Spirit Medicine Island, maintaining them so they do not wither should not be a big problem..."

Above the prefecture city.

"Who wouldn't want to? But my hands were slow. That Fan Tian Yaozi relied on his good lightness skills and really went to loot the corpses... and then he was pierced through the heart by a Flying Sword that fell from who knows where..."

However, this had nothing to do with Aaron.

Compared to his own safety, even if it were lost, it would not count for much.

Deep red Light erupted from the eyes of this Foundation Establishment Dashiu.

The current Immortal Cultivation World is not peaceful; even a Loose Cultivator might be captured to serve as cannon fodder, or be taken by a Demon Cultivator to refine their soul!

The red Light in the eyes of this black-clad Demon Cultivator suddenly flared, and his entire body was filled with a chilling murderous aura.

After his thoughts were settled, Aaron began to earnestly play the role of a Martial Master who drifted through the world—well, there was no need to act much, it was just his true colors.

Just as he was preparing to take action, a streak of fire Light tore through the air; it was a Transmission Talisman: "Third Junior Brother... the Qingding Sect has already mobilized, return to Dongmen Valley for defense immediately!"

"With the cultivation of the Peak of Transformation Energy, and being a half-step Refining Spirit, it is enough to protect oneself in the mundane world, and one can live quite comfortably..."

"It is just... should I start practicing the Mingyu Art now?"

He did not know, however, that Aaron was not concealing his aura, but had truly dissipated his cultivation to become an ordinary person; this was naturally more effective than any concealment spell, because it was real to begin with!

Watching this scene, Aaron could not help but recall the White Snake Gang of Tianma Cheng.

On a whim this time, he went over to take a look, only to find that the Bai Family had already been destroyed decades ago...

(End of this chapter)