The years I was in the human world

The land of God's destruction has been desolate for a long time. The once prosperous ancient road is no longer walked on, and gradually it has been infested with evil spirits. It is especially dangerous at night. If travelers are not careful, the evil spirits will confuse their minds, drag them into the maze, and turn them into dry bones under the loess.

But even in such a dangerous place, there are still people doing business. At the junction of the Southbound Ancient Road and the East Ferry, there stands an inn with a plaque that reads "Yi Chen". The owner of this inn has a rather mysterious background. He has inns everywhere, whether in the north, south, east or west, be it in the underworld haunted houses or in the bustling waterside pavilions. In short, there is no business that he does not do. For a time, he has become a force that cannot be underestimated in the entire cultivation world.

In the corner of the inn's bustling lobby sat a strange pair of master and disciple. The disciple had a handsome face, but he looked thin and emaciated, like an evil ghost; the master wore a veil hat with a black veil hanging from the brim that covered his face. He was sitting in the corner, and it was obvious that he didn't want to attract attention. However, he was wearing a gorgeous gilded robe, and his aura was not restrained at all. As soon as he entered the inn, he attracted many eyes with ulterior motives.

Some people saw that the ghost immortal's cultivation level was only Nascent Soul, but the spiritual treasures on his body were rare even among the powerful people of the world. They knew that it was a trap for law enforcement and wisely chose to avoid it. Some people were not so smart. Seeing that the master and apprentice were weak and looked like a fat sheep with considerable value, they secretly thought of killing them and robbing them. Those with evil intentions looked at each other, and the plan of robbery became tacit.

"Master." The master and the disciple seemed not to notice the sudden change in the atmosphere around them. They quietly huddled in a corner of the inn to rest. Lin Xiyang served a cup of tea to the ghost fairy. The latter said "hmm" softly and tilted his head slightly, as if looking at Lin Xiyang with concern through the veil: "You haven't fasted yet, do you need some food?"

The calamity of ten thousand years finally left traces. Qingjun, whose heart and eyes were once filled with killing and the supreme way, now can't help but care about people. But no one knows whether this will be another story of the farmer and the snake.

Lin Xiyang's sudden concern made him stunned. They were just a master-servant relationship, and the title of master and disciple was just an empty name. Lin Xiyang had never taken it seriously. The concern of the ghost fairy really made him not know how to respond. Before he entered the Tao, he was a son of a noble family. The elders were very strict. Later, Baili Changqing was not a kind person. This kind of considerate care was the first time in Lin Xiyang's two lives.

"Forget it." Lin Xiyang was a taciturn person. The ghost fairy sighed, called the waiter directly, ordered a few signature dishes, picked up the tea that Lin Xiyang served and drank it, tapped the table with his fingertips, and said in a light tone, "This is your apprenticeship tea. Since you call me Master, I will definitely not let you be bullied. Don't act like you are submissive. It makes me upset."

The ghost fairy's words were not sincere. Lin Xiyang understood the concern from the bottom. Although he did not believe everything, he was happy after all. He looked at the empty teacup beside the ghost fairy for a moment. He did it casually, but he did not expect the other party to accept his tea so solemnly. His cheap master, maybe he is not bad? Lin Xiyang suddenly smiled and said sincerely: "Yes, Master."

As they were talking, the waiter brought up the food that Guixian had ordered and placed it on the table steaming hot. Guixian pushed the bowl and chopsticks in front of Lin Xiyang, motioning him to eat, and then he put his hand on his cheek and started to daze.

At this time, two monks walked towards the master and the disciple, and sat down at the other two seats at the table. They said without much courtesy: "There are no seats in the hall. I would like to share a table with you two. Do you mind?"

He had already sat down, so it was really unnecessary to say this. But after all, this place was not run by a ghost immortal. The inn was now crowded with monks who came to the Old King's Capital to try their luck. It was indeed overcrowded, and there was no need for a ghost immortal to occupy a table in a domineering manner and cause trouble. So he said nothing, and just rested his chin on his hand and stared blankly.

But the two of them didn't come to share a table. After sitting down opposite the Ghost Immortal, they didn't order any food. They drank half a cup of tea on the table and started to talk to the Ghost Immortal: "Are you two going to the old capital?"

The ghost fairy sensed that the other party had bad intentions and was too lazy to pay attention. Seeing Lin Xiyang only eating the dish in front of him and pushing the other dishes on the plate next to him, he whispered: "No matter how delicious the sea bass is, you shouldn't just eat this one. Try something else, okay?"

The ghost immortal had a clear voice, and spoke in a low and soft tone, sounding very easy to talk to. The cultivator sitting opposite him couldn't help but grow bolder. Even though he didn't reply, he continued to talk: "Your disciple hasn't practiced fasting yet, and I'm afraid he can't get through the maze of the old capital. Would you consider going with us? It's better to have the sect's magic weapon to look after you than to go in alone. What do you think?"

"No need." The ghost immortal was kind when speaking to Lin Xiyang, but suddenly became cold when facing the cultivator. He was wearing a veiled hat and did not even turn his head. It seemed that he did not care much. He nonchalantly rejected the cultivator's proposal. His attitude was not arrogant, but it was not necessarily humble either.

The two men came with bad intentions, and seeing that the Ghost Immortal was not cooperating, they simply dropped their hypocritical appearance and revealed their true greedy faces. The man who had previously spoken to the Ghost Immortal slammed his sword on the table and said sternly: "We are inviting you this time because we are the elders. Don't you know how to appreciate it!"

"I was wondering what it was, it turns out they tried to rob after failing to deceive." Lin Xiyang hadn't finished his meal yet, but he still put down his bowl, gently placed it on the table, raised his eyes and stared fiercely at the man who spoke ill of him. His Qi training made him look like a great man who could transcend tribulations. He casually glanced at the man's clothes, and then sneered, "I don't know what kind of unknown sect dares to shout in front of my master."

The two cultivators in front of him were only at the Jindan stage. Even though Lin Xiyang was down and out now, he had reached that realm after all. With the help of the Phoenix Tempering, he could deal with the two people in front of him without the help of the Ghost Immortal. The only trouble was that these two people had sects behind them, and picking on them might not be because of their selfish desires.

"Eat yours." The ghost fairy raised his hand and knocked on Lin Xiyang's head, which meant that he would deal with it personally. Lin Xiyang also obediently picked up the bowl and started eating. The ghost fairy played with the teacup in his hand. His eyes under the veil never looked at the two people directly. He only heard him nonchalantly: "What do you two want to do?"

The two men thought he had surrendered, and looked at the gorgeous gilded robe he was wearing with drooling eyes. Although the robe was crimson in color, it was woven from silk from the heavenly silkworm, and decorated with shark yarn. It was extremely beautiful and could block heavenly thunder. It was a rare treasure. The two men's eyes almost spit fire when they saw the robe, and their words were filled with a bit of impatience: "You hand over the robe to us as a reward, and I will report to the elder and ask him to take care of you two."

Still needing to report, that seems to be selfish, the ghost fairy thought, and couldn't help but snorted softly, half mocking and half jokingly said: "Although it is an old piece of clothing that needs to be replaced, it is not an ordinary thing after all. You two have made a good plan to get something for nothing."

In the court that prides itself on being aboveboard, robbing treasures and opportunities is something that everyone agrees on. Whether one loses their life or their family is destroyed, it is all due to their own lack of strength. Therefore, even though the ghost fairy pointed out the two cultivators' thoughts so bluntly, they did not show any signs of shame or anger. Instead, they looked at each other and laughed, "Since you know this, just hand over the treasures on you, so that we don't have to fight and make everyone look bad."

"And your country disciple, who just spoke rudely to us, must be punished. Otherwise, if the elders report it, you and your disciple will be in trouble." The cultivator who spoke still hated Lin Xiyang's comment that he was "unknown". Seeing that the ghost fairy had always reacted calmly and was still threatening him to punish his disciple, he said, "I won't make it difficult for you. Just pull out your tongue."

Although there was no big commotion here, most of the people in the inn were paying attention to the situation here, and when they heard the monk's aggressive words, those who were a little decent couldn't help but frown. It was obvious that those two people were the first to provoke, but they relied on their family background to bully others, and even wanted to tamper with the tongue of someone else's apprentice. They were really domineering.

The two cultivators who came to cause trouble for the master and disciple were not from any unknown sect, but were members of the Ye family of the Changyang Sect. Back then, Ye Yunzhou was exiled to the Southern Wilderness because of Lu Zhouxue and Baili Changqing. Later, the Supreme Elder went into seclusion and Xue Feng died tragically. The guilty Sect Master Ye returned to Zhongting under the manipulation of Venerable Mingjing's only daughter, Niang Pojun, and he seemed to be no longer depressed.

Now these two people are the side branch of the Ye family. They usually rely on Ye Yunzhou's protection and do a lot of evil things. For a while, all the cultivators dared to be angry but did not dare to say anything. Someone in the private room on the second floor lifted the curtain and looked down, then turned to look at the person sitting by the bed in the inner room and said, "Senior sister, those two are causing trouble again, do you want to intervene?"

Most cultivators have sharp eyes and ears, and they can hear clearly what is happening below. The female cultivator called "Senior Sister" still lowered her eyes and adjusted her breathing, and said nonchalantly: "Do the master and disciple they provoked have any prominent background?"

"No." The man shook his head.

"What kind of celebrity is that?" the female cultivator asked again. The first sentence was about her family background, and the second sentence was about her personal strength. The fellow disciples who followed her shook their heads, not knowing why she asked this. They only heard the female cultivator slowly add, "He has neither a prominent background nor extraordinary strength. Even if he was robbed, he would only dare to swallow his anger. He would never dare to touch anyone from the Ye family. You and I can rest assured."

The monk who had asked the question earlier was relieved. He glanced at the master and disciple again and saw something. He said, "Sister, that disciple seems to be the traitor that Uncle Wei expelled from the sect earlier!"

"We've only not seen each other for a few days, and yet you've taken some shabby person as your master. You really don't have any respect for your teacher!" The junior fellow said angrily. He had little experience and could only see the evil temperament of the ghost fairy, but not the righteous spirit underneath. He just thought that Lin Xiyang had taken a demon from some sect as his master.

In recent years, Zhongting, Demon Realm, Demon Clan and Ghost Mansion have become increasingly incompatible, and the cultivators under their sect also dislike each other. Now, a hundred years have passed, and Wei Ruge has grown from a young man to the new elder of Zhongting after Master Mingjing, in charge of the disciples' cultivation and training. Because of his youth and handsome appearance, he is highly respected in the sect, so his position as the first disciple is also a matter of competition and eagerness.

Who would have thought that the person who became his first disciple was a mortal with mediocre talent and family background? Moreover, this mortal did not appreciate Wei Ruge's attention to him and betrayed his master three months after joining the sect. How could one not hate him to death?

"It's Lingo? That's interesting. He ignored Uncle Wei's teachings and chose to worship a weird person as his master. I'm going to watch the fun." The female cultivator finally opened her eyes, but she didn't leave immediately. Instead, she helped someone up from the bed beside her. Her cold tone suddenly became gentle as water, as if she was coaxing a young child, "Brother, it's time to get up."

The man didn't say anything. Although he sat down beside the bed after listening to the female cultivator's words, he was still as stupid as a puppet and just stared at her face blankly. The female cultivator gently touched his hair, and then slowly tied his hair up. Then she held the man's hand and came out of the inner room.

The male cultivator had always known that his senior sister had a beautiful puppet, but every time he saw it, he couldn't help but hold his breath. The snow-white ankles were decorated with delicate silver bells, which would tinkle when it moved.

The snow-white robe was embroidered with silver flowing clouds; the belt outlined a slender waistline that was so thin that it could hardly be grasped; three thousand silver-white hairs fell like a waterfall around the waist. Further up was a slightly open collar, a jade-like chest, white skin, a slender neck connected to a jade-like face, long eyebrows stretched like distant mountains, eyelashes covered with frost and snow, a piece of silver white, eyes sparkling like autumn waves, and a little lip bead was bright red and full.

All the cultivators in the Zhongting knew that Sect Master Ye had a daughter with extraordinary talent. She had firmly established herself as an elder in the Zhongting at a young age. Even Lady Pojun could not hinder her. However, even the elusive Peacock King regarded a corpse as a treasure. According to insiders, the corpse was the Xuefeng who died tragically that year.

Kong Qing took Lu Zhouxue to the outer room to have some food. She had used some tricks over the years and actually resurrected the dead Lu Zhouxue. However, he only had a body but no soul, just a walking corpse who could eat and sleep. As for why she did not resurrect her mother according to her original wish, it was unknown.

While watching Lu Zhouxue eat, she glanced outside inadvertently, and saw the back of the ghost fairy wearing a veil and frowned: "That person——"