All nine empresses betrayed me, why am I crying after being reborn as a saint?

Chen Yuan laughed and said, "That makes sense. Just like the spiritual energy emitted by the secret ancient ruins easily attracts wild monsters, this palace also easily attracts wild cultivators like us. It's not surprising, not surprising."

He only realized now that there were probably more than just the three of them who had sneaked into the palace.

First of all, this palace is different from those secret ruins that are hard to find, but everyone can imagine that there are many natural treasures here, which is a piece of fat meat for cultivators.

Moreover, the noble and upright people dare not act rashly in this palace. If you are wanted by the noble and upright people, hiding here is safer than hiding in the deep mountains and forests.

The fat monk smiled and said, "Brother, come and eat together."

The fat monk greeted Chen Yuan with his greasy hands. After noticing that his hands were all greasy, he sucked them with his mouth. But this was even more disgusting...

"Okay, very good. I'm just hungry."

"Then I'll buy you a drink."

The fat monk gathered all his spiritual energy and threw a glass of wine at Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan stretched out his hand and removed the fat monk's spiritual energy, then took the glass of wine steadily and drank it all.

The fat monk clapped his hands excitedly: "Good! You did a good job, my friend."

The thin Taoist stroked his beard and nodded: "It seems we have a new friend."

It is easy to understand what the fat monk is doing here. In the world of cultivating immortals, there are not so many complicated realms in practice. There are only three real realms: seniors, fellow Taoists, and ants...

To put it bluntly, the world of cultivating immortals is a circle where the strong prey on the weak. If you are stronger than others, you are their guest of honor. If you are about the same as others, you are what they call their friend. As for if you are not as good as others, they won't even want to sit at the same table with you for dinner.

Moreover, these two men did not look like decent people at first glance. If Chen Yuan had not taken the glass of wine, the problem might not be that Chen Yuan was not allowed to sit at the table for dinner, but that they might have been murdered and robbed.

"Come, my friend, try the suckling pig from the palace. It is very delicious."

The fat monk handed a plate of suckling pig to Chen Yuan. Before Chen Yuan could eat it, the thin Taoist priest advised him, "Friend, you only need the skin of this suckling pig. The meat is very unpalatable."

Chen Yuan smiled and said, "I love both skin and flesh. I am not picky."

He was so speechless now. What a guy. If he had known that it would be so comfortable here, he would never have gone to the mountains to stay for half a year. What kind of life did he live in that half year? Look at those two guys, they were living a happy life like gods.

"Friend." The fat monk asked, "What's your name? What sect do you belong to?"

The fat monk dared to ask, and the thin Taoist stopped him, saying, "Shut up! Have you forgotten the rules of the martial arts world?"

After hearing this, the fat monk covered his mouth and laughed awkwardly, "Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes, I have been here for two years and have been doing nothing but eating and sleeping. I have had such a good life that my brain has become dull. I shouldn't have asked, I shouldn't have asked."

There are many rules in the underworld, but the most important one is to ask less questions. No matter where the opponent came from, the three of them are still happy this time. If they find out that there is a grudge between them, it will be a life-and-death battle, which will not be good for anyone.

The thin Taoist priest hit the fat monk hard on the head and half-jokingly scolded him: "You should eat less pork in the future. Look at you, you have become as stupid as a pig."

After Chen Yuan poured himself a glass of wine, he used his spiritual energy to guide the wine into the glasses of the two people. He raised the glass and said, "Come on, we are cultivators. Why should we care about those mundane things? Here, we are also immortals. I'll drink it and you can do whatever you want."

After saying that, Chen Yuan drank the wine in the glass, and the fat monk followed suit and drank the wine in the glass. The three of them began to drink happily.

Chen Yuan was quite satisfied with the meal, which made up for his regret of not having eaten in Zuixianlou before. After all, the dishes in this palace were much more delicious than those in Zuixianlou. The only bad thing was that the way those two ate was really disgusting...

After drinking thirty glasses of wine and eating five dishes, Chen Yuan found a beautiful and secluded place to start practicing.

After just one night's practice, Chen Yuan felt refreshed. This was indeed a place where dragons thrived. After practicing for a night, he not only felt no fatigue, but also felt a hundred times more energetic. Even he, who was knowledgeable, had to sigh that this was indeed a treasure land.

No wonder the royal family members of Daqian looked similar to Cheng Xiaowan in his previous life. None of them was capable of cultivating immortals, but many of them became masters. It turned out that they were relying on the blessing of the dragon veins.

Coincidentally, just as he thought of the master, he heard the sound of swishing footsteps not far away. The sound was very light, like a thief. Could it be a fat monk or a thin Taoist priest? Or another immortal master?

He had no intention of meddlesome matters. After all, he had sneaked in himself, so how could he have the right to care about other people's affairs?

But the man went straight to his hiding place, so he had no choice but to hide in the rockery and wait until he understood the man's purpose before considering whether to take action.

"Hey, little beauty, this is it."

That person was unlucky. Chen Yuan had no intention of interfering in other people's business, but that person really knew how to choose a place. He could have gone anywhere else, but he chose to come to the rockery where Chen Yuan was hiding.

The person who came was a dark-skinned old man who looked to be around 50 or 60 years old. Of course, it was hard to tell how old a monk was, he might be even older.

This old man was extremely wretched, with shifty eyes and eyebrows, and looked quite like the playboy Murong Hua among the evil cultivators.

And his behavior was also reasonable. At the moment, he was carrying a woman on his back. Because he didn't know there was someone behind the rockery, he put the woman on the rockery and prepared to enjoy her. However, the woman must have been drugged and didn't move at all, as if she was dead.

As for the woman's identity, judging from her clothes, she was either a princess or a concubine. Although Chen Yuan couldn't see her face from his angle, judging from her voluptuous curves, she must be pretty.

"My little beauty, I've been eyeing you for a long time. Today you are mine, and I want to live a happy life."

The wretched old man pulled off the clothes covering the woman's shoulders. Seeing her snow-white shoulders exposed, his mouth was about to drool. Just as he was about to kiss her, Chen Yuan shouted, "Murong Hua!"

The old man was so frightened that he screamed and cursed: "Who is this! You are calling my name at this time, do you want to die?"

"You really are Murong Hua."

Chen Yuan walked out from the rockery and stared at Murong Hua coldly. Although the Daqian royal family was a bunch of good-for-nothings, it was still excessive to do such a thing to a woman.

Murong Hua was not surprised to see that Chen Yuan didn't know him. Instead, he angrily said, "Who are you? Don't you know you can't scare people at a time like this? You almost scared away my happiness for the rest of my life."

Seeing that Murong Hua was not afraid, Chen Yuan couldn't help but think to himself, "How many cultivators have sneaked into the palace? I'm not surprised to see them all."

"Of course I know. That's why I scared you. It's better for people like you not to have that ability."

After Chen Yuan finished speaking, he took a look at the woman's appearance out of curiosity, and he couldn't help but be surprised by the sight.

How could it be possible? It was her!