Chapter 202 Ye Daxianren

Cultivators and mortals all live together on this continent. Mortals have their own mortal countries, and the country is a power institution that governs hundreds of millions of mortals.

Cultivators call themselves cultivators and are not bound by mortal countries, but they also have no power to interfere with the power institutions of mortal countries.

Since ancient times, the cultivation world and the mortal world have been two relatively independent existences. More than two thousand years ago, the Demon Cult wanted to enter the Middle Earth and tried to support a puppet imperial power, which resulted in a war between good and evil.

Mortal affairs are solved by mortals themselves. This is a recognized rule in the cultivation world. Whoever breaks it will die.

Because in the cultivation world, whether it is a powerful demon cult or various righteous factions, they have to admit a fact that if they want to develop for a long time, they must rely on mortals to provide fresh blood to the sects. Without a large number of mortals as a backing, there will be no cultivation world.

Mortals may seem weak, but they are the source of the entire Three Realms and Six Paths.

Without these large numbers of mortals, the reincarnation of the Three Realms will be interrupted. Without these huge numbers of mortals, the various factions in the world will quickly wither and perish.

Mortals provide cultivators.

To put it bluntly, mortals and cultivators are all human beings, and cultivators are not gods, nor are they out of the scope of human beings.

Most mortals can cultivate, but most mortals are stuck below the fifth level of flying because of their limited qualifications. It is rare for one smart person to reach the flying level among a thousand mortals.

It is very difficult for a thousand flying cultivators to have a strong man in the heavenly realm.

For example, in the Cangyun Sect, there are six or seven thousand disciples with names in the inner and outer sects, and thousands of miscellaneous disciples.

However, among the thousands of disciples of the younger generation of Cangyun, there are definitely no more than two thousand disciples who have reached the flying level. There are no more than two hundred people in the sixth level of the Yuanshen realm. There are only twenty people in the seventh level of the out-of-body realm. As for the eighth level of spiritual silence, among the young generation of disciples, only the head disciple Gu Jianchi broke through the shackles and reached this level.

Among the more than one hundred elders of the older generation of Cangyun Sect who were at the eighth level of spiritual silence, there were only a few top masters at the ninth level of heaven and man.

As for the tenth level of longevity, the head of the sect, Yu Jizi, certainly had not reached it, but the owner of the Wushuang Sword, Yun Yazi, should have reached the longevity realm. He lived for seven hundred years, and no one would believe that he was not at the tenth level.

Cultivating immortals and seeking longevity is what the world dreams of, but there are limited treasures in the world, and the selection of disciples by various sects is very strict. Among the smartest people in the world, the most they can enter Cangyun Sect is an outer disciple. People like Yun Qiyou, who are almost born for cultivation, are lucky enough to worship Master Jingshui as soon as they enter the sect.

For example, Ning Xiangruo, Gu Jianchi, Gu Paner and other outstanding young people of Cangyun Sect were all found by disciples among the mortal world and brought into the mountain gate to become outer disciples. After a few years, they might be noticed by an elder and formally accepted as disciples, and then they could become inner disciples.

In the context of billions of people scrambling to compete for the little resources of cultivation, the word "immortal fate" came into being.

Young talents who may reach the realm of flying in the sky have immortal fate, and they will generally enter various sects.

Some people who seem to be unable to reach the fifth level of flying in the sky in their lifetime, even if they go to recommend themselves, will be kindly told by the immortals "Your immortal fate has not arrived yet, so go back", and then sent away. The cultivators are very busy, and they don't have extra time to spend on mediocre people.

Yang Shijiu believes that she is definitely not a mediocre person. She has dreamed of becoming a disciple of a great immortal countless times. However, two years ago, when she went to Langya Immortal Sect, the immortals of Langya Immortal Sect told her that she had no fate with immortality and was rejected from the immortal sect. She would never have the chance to live forever.

When Prince Zhao said that Ye Xiaochuan was an immortal from Cangyun Immortal Sect, Yang Shijiu's eyes were bigger than cow eyes, and the anger of being sprayed with food residue by Ye Xiaochuan instantly dissipated.

Langya Immortal Sect and Cangyun Immortal Sect, there is no comparison between the two. Langya Immortal Sect is just a small and medium-sized sect. The Cangyun Immortal Sect has stood in the world for more than four thousand years and has always been the leader of the righteous immortal sect. It has defeated the demons and monsters countless times. This is the real gathering place of immortals!

She stared at Ye Xiaochuan eagerly and passionately, dreaming that this young man would also bring her to the first-class immortal path.

She said, "Master Ye, are you really an immortal from the Cangyun Immortal Sect?"

Ye Xiaochuan smiled slightly and waved his hand, saying, "I can't say, I can't say."

The more he said this, the more Yang Shijiu believed that this young man was from the Cangyun Immortal Sect. If he was not a real immortal, how could he sleep in the turbulent Yangtze River without drowning?

Since knowing that Ye Xiaochuan was from the Cangyun Immortal Sect, the prince Zhao never dared to speak again. He was as docile as a little sheep, fearing that he would offend this little immortal.

The boat docked at the Hanyang Ferry. Hanyang was also a big city, but not as big as Xifeng City. There were no other crops except rice, so there were few merchants passing by here. At most, merchants running along the Yangtze River would occasionally stop here to rest.

In order to please Ye Xiaochuan, Yang Shijiu decided to let his father be the scapegoat and buy this nanmu even if it cost 10,000 taels.

After landing, Yang Shijiu said to Ye Xiaochuan: "Master Ye, I will hire someone to drag the nanmu ashore."

Ye Xiaochuan waved his hand and said: "No need, this is my private property, I'll do it myself."

I saw Ye Xiaochuan grabbing the rope tied to the nanmu with one hand and pulling down the three-foot-long nanmu soaked in the water.

Then, in the stunned eyes of Yang Jiujiu, Zhao Shizi, and countless boatmen, merchants, Liba, and flower boat ladies at the ferry, Ye Xiaochuan pushed this huge piece of wood onto his shoulders and walked out of the ferry as if on flat ground.

Ye Xiaochuan was carrying a big piece of wood and holding a piece of mung bean cake in his hand. While eating, he said, "Miss Yang, which direction is your home? Take me quickly to find your rich father."

This is the real power!

Yang Shijiu planned to hire twenty or thirty people to salvage the nanmu ashore, but Ye Xiaochuan finished the work alone. Seeing Ye Xiaochuan carrying the big wood as if nothing had happened, she swallowed her saliva and said, "My dad said we will do it today." Go to Jishi'an to supervise the construction of the temple, which should be at Langya Mountain now."

Ye Xiaochuan said: "Langya Mountain? Where is it?"

Yang Shijiu pointed to a peak in a mountain range to the east and said, "That's it."

Ye Xiaochuan made a visual inspection, and it seemed that it was not far away, at most a dozen miles, and said: "Then let's go there, it's getting late. If your father can't afford it, I have to carry the nanmu back. Time won't wait. People!”