Junior sister slandered me, the Drunken Swordsman, I cut through the gate of heaven with one sword

Return to Luzhou City.

Park Nam-ja wiped the sweat off her face and exhaled a breath of hot air, saying, "I'm so tired. My waist is almost broken from all these consecutive leaps."

"Also... you actually broke through to the True Immortal realm."

Park Nam-ja turned sideways and was a little surprised at Ye Qian'an's breakthrough. After all, it had not been long since he broke through the peak of the Loose Immortal realm, and now he had broken through to the True Immortal realm.

This guy is making rapid progress.

Ye Qian'an clasped his fists slightly, nodded and smiled: "It was just luck."

Park Nanzi glanced at Ye Qian'an meaningfully with her spiritual sense, then put her fingers on his shoulders. After a long time, she withdrew her fingers.

From what he felt just now, he didn't even notice that Ye Qian'an's meridians were disordered and his spiritual power was erratic. This meant that Ye Qian'an's cultivation was already deeply rooted, as if he had broken through many years ago.

What is going on here?

Park Nanzi smacked her lips in surprise and didn't say anything else. Maybe Ye Qian'an just had a special physique, who knows.

"Well, now that everything is done, I should leave." Park Nanzi waved her hand and said with a smile: "Old man, I don't care about you anymore. Remember, the Shenzhou Continent is not as peaceful as you think."

"If you want to survive, True Immortal... you have no chance."

Park Nam-ja stroked his beard, turned around and left.

Ye Qian'an looked at Park Nanzi's leaving back, pondered for a moment, then turned around and walked away.

Being unfamiliar with the place, even Ye Qian'an didn't know where to go.

It is better to leave this place as soon as possible. After all, if that powerful person in the True Immortal Realm catches up with you, only death will be waiting for you.

Ye Qian'an came to the tavern, bought some peach blossom wine, then put on his hat and walked in the opposite direction of the border.

The spiritual energy in Dongsheng Shenzhou is extremely abundant, and most of the cultivators here are cultivators above the Nascent Soul stage. If they were placed in Donglingnan Province, these guys would all be elders or ancestors of the sect.

Ye Qian'an concealed his cultivation level, just like when he first became a mortal and comprehended the way of heaven. He pretended to be an ordinary person and walked away.

Taking a sip of fine wine from time to time, you can say that you are the envy of others.

"Little brother, judging from your attire, you are not from the three counties of Youzhou, right?!"

Just then, an old man came over with a cane, smelled the aroma of peach blossom wine emanating from Ye Qian'an, and asked with a smile.

“Well, I’m from a neighboring country.”

Ye Qian'an replied with a smile.

Hearing this, the old man stroked his beard and said, "I see. I heard that the neighboring country is not peaceful recently. Monsters often attack humans and demons massacre civilians."

"Besides, the war between humans and demons is imminent, so it's better to go out less."

As the saying goes, when gods fight, mortals suffer. For ordinary people, every time that group of cultivators fight, countless people will die. Therefore, this kind of fight is what people fear the most.

After each battle, the work of cleaning up the bodies was done by ordinary people, and few cultivators would intervene in this matter, which led to many humans being slaughtered. Ye Qian'an sighed. He had no way to intervene in the affairs of mortals. After all, he could hardly protect himself now, let alone others.

As for the battle between humans and demons, just leave it to those guys to deal with. After all, with his cultivation level, he would just be cannon fodder and might even be slapped to death by that old immortal Duomu.

The old man, leaning on a cane, followed Ye Qian'an and pointed in the direction of the rising smoke not far away. He said, "Young man, that's where my home is. It's getting late. If you don't mind, you can stay here for one night and leave tomorrow."

Ye Qian'an raised his head and looked in the direction of the setting sun, then nodded and agreed. He decided to stay here for one night and set off for the neighboring country tomorrow.

My old man's family is not rich, and is considered lower-middle class in the village. He raises some chickens, ducks, etc. in the yard, and has an old yellow dog who guards the house.

"This is my home. My granddaughter is still chopping wood in the mountains. She should be back soon. I'll go cook for you."

The old man stroked his beard and came into the room with a smile on his face. After a while, the sound of cutting vegetables was heard.

Although they live in Dongsheng Shenzhou, they are ordinary people after all. They have no chance of becoming immortal cultivators admired by everyone. Their daily work is just three meals a day.

Even in years of severe drought, food and clothing became a problem, let alone eating.

Ye Qian'an sat on a wooden chair in the yard and looked around, only to find that the people in this village were not very rich. They didn't even have an ox to work with.

Just then, a girl who looked about thirteen or fourteen years old walked in from outside carrying a bundle of firewood.

The girl had dark skin but outstanding looks. If she was from a wealthy family, she would definitely be a rich lady. It was a pity that she was born in such a poor family.

Perhaps because of chopping wood for many years, her palms were covered with thick calluses, and even her black hair still had some residual spider webs.

The girl put down the firewood on her body, and when she saw Ye Qian'an, who was dressed in white and looked like an immortal, she was deeply attracted by his appearance.

"What a handsome young man..."

The old man walked out in small steps. Seeing his granddaughter coming back, he greeted her: "Hehe, this is my granddaughter Xiuxiu, she is fifteen years old this year."

Ye Qian'an nodded and greeted her, "Hello, young lady. My name is Ye Qian'an."

"Hello... my name is Yang Xiuxiu." Xiuxiu lowered her head shyly, her eyes avoiding, but she still secretly looked at Ye Qian'an's handsome face. This was the most handsome boy she had seen in all these years.

Ye Qian'an smiled slightly, turned around, and asked softly:
"Old man, I wonder how people in your village make a living?"

"We make a living by farming." The old man came out with a bowl of hot noodle soup. "But not long ago, the local soldiers came here to collect food. Most of the food in our house was taken away. We only have white flour left. If you don't mind, you can eat it first."

"how about you?"

Ye Qian'an turned sideways and asked again.

"I can eat anything. There are some cakes left at home, which is enough for me."

The old man returned to the room with a cane, took out a large pancake that was harder than a stone from the cupboard, bit off a small piece, and began to eat it with relish.

Ye Qian'an sighed, pushed the noodle soup in his hand in front of Zhang Xiuxiu, and took out some candy and handed it over.

It seems that after the battle between the humans and demons, the people here are starving, and they don’t even have the chance to fill their stomachs. (End of this chapter)