Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

The four of them set off on their journey. Lu Wensheng left a very basic book on the world of cultivation, an introductory book on spiritual energy, to Wu Feipeng. If Wu Feipeng ever had the chance and embarked on the path to immortality, they would meet again.

The immortal touched my head, tied my hair and granted me immortality - sometimes the bond between us is just so inexplicable.

However, this incident also helped Lu Wensheng understand the situation in the world of cultivation.

He does not have the ability to influence the attitudes of those cultivators in the world of cultivation now. No matter how nice his words are or how beautiful his ideas are, they are just talk on paper. To be realistic, without his status, those people would not even bother to pay attention to him.

If he wants to change the attitude of cultivators towards mortals, he has to wait until he has gained strength in the future - Lu Wensheng thought about it and kept it all in his heart. He could only talk about it later. Now he should do what he can and stop it when he sees it.

Because of the delay on the way back, most of the elite disciples of Wenxian Sect have already returned.

According to insiders, the matter of Tianxian Tower caused a huge quarrel among the top brass - it has been a long time since we have seen an artificial furnace, and once it appeared, things were so bad. There must be some high-ranking officials of some forces who have fallen, and arresting these people would affect the entire body.

Now that they can enjoy such a big melon at close range, most of the disciples who have completed their tasks have come back to join in the fun. Lu Wensheng had originally planned to go find his master, but as soon as they returned to Wenxian Sect, they ran into Song Wen and the others who were making a lot of noise.

Song Wen, Zhang Zhixu, Wei Xun and Jin Jianxian were together. Song Wen and Zhang Zhixu seemed to be arguing, their eyes were wide open, and they looked like neither of them would give in.

With Jiang Jinfeng around, Song Wen and Zhang Zhixu are the best of buddies. They rely on each other and sing in unison. However, when they are alone together, quarreling is commonplace. They feel uncomfortable if they don't quarrel for a while.

Lu Wensheng was a little curious, so he got closer and heard it clearly.

Song Wen: "I told you not to use the fire talisman. It's a water-attributed monster. The heat almost burned me to death just now!"

Zhang Zhixu: "When did you say that?! It's hindsight. I already have a fire talisman on me. Don't I need to wait for several people to be eaten alive together?!"

Wei Xun held the sword and looked up at the sky and the earth, displaying the traditional skills of a sword cultivator. He became one with the sword, standing alone and proudly between heaven and earth, incompatible with his teammates.

Jin Jianxian wanted to cry but had no tears. He hesitated several times before finally summoning up the courage to say, "Junior Brother Song, Junior Brother Zhang, you, you two should stop arguing..."

Song Wen and Zhang Zhixu turned around and said in unison: "It has nothing to do with you!!!"

Jin Jianxian:???

Jin Jianxian's extroversion for a lifetime of introversion.

Wei Xun: (ˉ﹃ˉ)

Lu Wensheng: This draw is such a coincidence. Putting these talented people together makes for a really exciting team-up!

"Lu Wensheng! You're back?!" Yan Qingshu appeared out of nowhere, called Lu Wensheng, and then greeted the other people - Sheniu attracted everyone's attention as soon as he appeared.

"Yan Qingshu, nice to meet you fellow Taoists, nice to meet you Senior Brother Liu." Yan Qingshu smiled and saluted to them.

"Sister Yan, what are you holding?" Lu Wensheng looked curious when he saw Yan Qingshu was carrying a bag.

"Hehe, I brought back a lot of good stuff when I went out on a mission this time! You all can try it! This thing is called iron fruit!" Yan Qingshu took out a fruit that looked like a Q version of a coconut, about the size of a palm, from the bulging bag hanging around his waist.

She enthusiastically stuffed several into each person present. Lu Wensheng, as the object of favor, held a handful of iron fruits. She also put the iron fruits in Wei Xun's arms, who was holding a sword, and considerately stuffed some into his arms.

Looking at the other person's strong and upright chest muscles, Yan Qingshu swallowed his saliva, trying to remain calm and natural, attempting to stuff the fruit in, while still speaking righteously.

"Friend Wei, you are tall, eat more!"

Then, Wei Xun held him down expressionlessly: "Have some shame." Her eyes were almost drilling into his chest. He was too lazy to say anything about what he was saying - are the fetishes of female cultivators nowadays so strange? What's so attractive about men's breasts? Don't they have them themselves?

Yan Qingshu blinked innocently, but she felt extremely regretful in her heart - she couldn't imagine what a happy little girl she would be if she really put her hand in!!!

Yan Qingshu was so enthusiastic that he even forced two fruits into the hands of Song Wen and Zhang Zhixu, who were arguing loudly.

Song Wen and Zhang Zhixu were originally furious and glared at each other, but now they were completely confused. They stood there in a daze, looking at the things in their hands, then at Yan Qingshu, and felt that the other party's behavior was too abstract.

Yan Qingshu: "It's totally fine to quarrel while eating! Just continue!"

Song Wen and Zhang Zhixu: “…” Their energy accumulation was interrupted and they had forgotten what they were arguing about.

Yan Qingshu introduced enthusiastically: "The flesh of the iron fruit is sweet and juicy, but the shell of this thing is a bit hard... Daoist friend! What are you doing?!"

Yan Qingshu's next words had several inflections, and his voice was a little broken.

Gu Jinzhi blinked innocently as he gnawed the fruit with his teeth. He didn't know when the iron fruit in his hand had been bitten open by him, revealing the soft white flesh inside.

Yan Qingshu took a breath: "Are you Ji Xiaolan?!" This thing needs to be split with a sword!

Iron fruit grows in the south. Gu Jinzhi, a northerner from the cultivation world, has never eaten iron fruit. When he heard what Yan Qingshu said, the honest boy was seriously confused.

"Ji Xiaolan? I don't know him. What's wrong?"

Lu Wensheng: "She said you are a tough guy..." What a suffocating scene.

Song Wen sneered, crossed his arms and raised his chin.

"This thing is as hard as iron. You need tools to open it."

Gu Jinzhi said, "Ah?! That's not how you eat it. I thought it was so hard, how come anyone likes it..."

Song Wen clicked his tongue: "...Guess why it's called Iron Fruit?"

Zhang Zhixu: "Didn't you feel something was wrong when you took the first bite?"

Wei Xun showed admiration: "You have really good teeth." Anyway, they, the sword cultivators, would not eat iron fruit when they gnawed monsters alive. ——Affirmation from the sword cultivator +1.

This made Lu Wensheng, who had never eaten iron fruit, a little suspicious - could it be that after becoming a monk, his teeth also became harder?

Hesitantly looked at his unopened iron fruit, then looked at the iron fruit in Gu Jinzhi's hand that was covered with teeth marks. In the end, Lu Wensheng didn't take a bite to test the hardness - he felt a little stupid.

Yan Qingshu looked at Gu Jinzhi, who was giggling foolishly and scratching his head, with pity in his eyes. He moved to Lu Wensheng's side and spoke softly.

"Do you have any special physique? How come you meet all these weirdos? First there was Tang He who was sold but still counted the money, then there was Wei Xun who sold his moral integrity for money, and now here comes this silly guy with good teeth."

Lu Wensheng: "...You are being very rude."