Volume 1 Lin Yuan Chapter 21: Immortal Danger
He did not have an accurate definition of the inheritance mentioned in this text, but thought it should be something like a technique. This kind of thing was exactly what he lacked the most at the moment.
True strength and magic formulas are two things that a strong person in the world of cultivation must possess.
True power can be understood as internal force, and spells can be simply understood as moves. If the internal force is insufficient, then no matter how good the moves are, they are just fancy moves. On the contrary, if there is only internal force but no moves to use, then it will be clumsy and slow and difficult to be effective . Moreover, many spells require the support of strong true power. Otherwise, before a move is launched and the enemy is not hurt, the moves will drain all the true power from the body and kill the person.
What Wang Chen needs most now is powerful magic.
"Okay." Wang Chen then realized that he was also dressed as a hunter. No wonder the three of them mistook him for a hunter who went to the market together. However, this young man gave him a simple feeling, so he agreed without thinking.
Robbing and killing Langmu? He didn't even think about that.
After all, there is no need to ruin one's character, he is confident that he can become stronger.
What's more, he had a vague judgment that the stronger the opportunity, the greater the crisis hidden behind it.
If the opportunity before him was related to treasure energy, it would be fine, but since it was related to ghost energy, would it require him to fight against Chu Renmei or Kayako?
"I have some experience in beating corpses, but ghosts? I can't beat them."
Just like Tu Jiaojiao, if he missed it, he missed it, and it would not affect his bright future.
At this time, the middle-aged man came over and asked, "Young man, why didn't you bring any forest products with you to the market?"
Forest products naturally refer to mountain specialties, such as animal skins and claws, and occasionally spiritual medicines, but they are not common. If a hunter really obtains a spiritual medicine, it may be enough to support a family for a long time.
Wang Chen scratched his head and said, "I don't have any Lin goods, I just came to see it."
The middle-aged man smiled and was about to speak, but the little girl spoke first, in a clear voice: "Looking at your fair complexion, I guess you can't go into the mountains to get forest products. I'm afraid that a random mountain cat or coyote can kill you. If you were in our village, you would probably starve to death."
The little girl's mention of coyotes reminded Wang Chen of the days in Huangpo Village. He felt strangely familiar with them, so he pretended to be afraid and said, "That's right. I didn't dare to go too far away from the village. Those big cats and black dogs were too scary."
The little girl giggled, "What big tabby cat? It's a bobcat and a coyote!"
Seeing that the little girl was cute, Wang Chen felt more cheerful and relaxed.
"It's getting late, let's talk while we walk, otherwise we won't have a good place to go to the market soon, and we won't be able to sell our goods, and we might go hungry."
The middle-aged man smiled, and this smile caused a few wrinkles to appear at the corners of his eyes.
When the little girl heard that the things couldn't be sold, she was shocked and said quickly, "Then let's hurry up." She trotted forward, and the three of them quickened their pace to catch up.
The young man was carrying a huge package that looked very heavy, but he introduced himself as if nothing had happened: "My name is Langya, and this is my sister Langling."
"I'm his uncle Langmu, nice to meet you, little brother." The middle-aged man introduced himself without waiting for Langya to speak.
"My name is Wang Chen."
Wang Chen did not hide his identity and directly gave his real name.
"Wang Chen?"
The middle-aged man was stunned, as if he was wondering why the hunters in the village came up with such a harmless name, and asked: "It seems that the elders in your family are very confident in you, little brother, and actually let you come to the market alone."
"Why, is there any danger in going to the market?"
Wang Chen was secretly puzzled, but he said calmly: "I ran out secretly to see the world."
"It's good to see the world." The middle-aged man was stunned again and then nodded and praised. He looked like he was going to ask another question, but the wolf spirit pointed to the sky and said happily: "Look, the immortal!"
Wang Chen couldn't help but smile when he saw the wolf spirit jumping up and down at the sky, thinking it was quite similar to when he was a child and would run a few steps after seeing an airplane flying by.
Looking up, I saw a cultivator in the sky riding a sword and cutting through the sky, his long robe fluttering, he really looked like a god.
Watching the cultivator flying his sword into Qinghu Bay, his expression suddenly froze, and he muttered in his heart: "This driver! He said that flying a sword is not allowed in Qinghu Bay. I'm afraid he is deliberately making trouble for me."
But when the middle-aged man saw the sword-controlling cultivator, his expression changed. He quickly took a few big steps forward, pressed down the wolf spirit's finger that was pointing at the sword-controlling cultivator, shook his head and said, "Wolf spirit, you can't point your finger at gods."
The wolf spirit was stunned, the excitement on his face slowly faded away, and he responded with some depression.
Wang Chen was puzzled and asked, "Brother Langya, why are you so afraid of these immortals?"
He imitated the wolf spirit and called the cultivator an immortal.
Langmu turned around and looked at Wang Chen strangely, but when he remembered that Wang Chen said he had sneaked out to see the world, he showed a look of enlightenment.
He looked around and saw that there was no one nearby, so he lowered his voice and said, "These immortals have great means, but they also have bad tempers. If you meet a kind immortal, it's fine. At most, they will treat you as an ant. If you meet an evil immortal, they will burn, kill, rob, and harm mortal women. They may not do less. They will turn us into ashes with a wave of their hands. If you go out more often, you will naturally understand this kind of thing."
Wang Chen was stunned: "So cultivators are so cruel?"
Langmu saw Wang Chen's expression change a little, so he added: "Although Langya's words are true, generally speaking, as long as we don't offend them, these immortals will not attack us, especially when several mortals gather together, the immortals may not attack us. After all, there are gods above their heads. If they kill too much, I'm afraid they will not be able to achieve enlightenment."
"oh."
Wang Chen nodded thoughtfully, as if he had grasped the key reason why Langya and others invited him to join them.
But I don’t believe at all the saying that it is difficult to attain enlightenment by killing too much. I am afraid that the spread of this saying is just self-consolation among mortals.
Talking about this heavy topic, I don’t know what memories the three Langya people evoked. It seemed that everyone suddenly lost interest in chatting. They walked all the way like this and arrived at the gate of Qinghuwan Town.
As a town with a lake on one side and a jungle on the other, city walls are essential buildings, otherwise wild beasts are likely to choose this human settlement as a choice for foraging.
However, the city wall of Qinghu Bay is not as tall, wide and thick as those of ordinary cities, nor is it built with huge and hard bluestone, but a kind of yellowish stone, which makes people feel warm and relaxed.
It seemed that Langya and the other three were not coming to Qinghu Bay for the first time. As soon as they entered the town, they walked towards the market with ease and quickened their pace, as if they wanted to catch up and grab a better stall.
But Wang Chen had no forest goods to sell, so he looked around the town.
Most of the buildings in the town have flat roofs, and their colors tend to be light gray, white, and warm yellow. They lack the luxury of ancient vermilion lacquer and mahogany, and have more freedom and openness.
Along the way, most of the pedestrians were mortals, but there were mostly warriors and hunters. Wang Chen observed carefully and did not see any cultivators. He couldn't help but feel strange, but after looking around, he guessed some of the reasons.
I'm afraid this is where mortals gather, and most cultivators disdain to come here.
