#488 - Chapter 488 This person is dead - Qi Refining Level 3000, Accepting The Empress As A Disciple At The Beginning

The Realm of Cultivation.

A remote and impoverished small mountain village.

An old man, hunched over and as thin as a rake, was leading a little girl whose face was dirty, but whose eyes were as bright as the stars in the night.

However, a trace of worry flashed in her eyes, and her face did not wear a carefree expression.

Instead, she looked around with a longing expression.

But after a long time, it dimmed down again.

Because she couldn't find anything.

"Grandpa, will we be able to find something to eat today?" the little girl asked weakly.

When the old man heard his granddaughter's words, he was about to say something, but suddenly coughed violently.

The little girl obediently patted her grandfather's back, without a trace of worry on her face.

Because since she was old enough to understand things, her grandfather had been like this, coughing a few times every time he was about to speak.

He said it was an old problem of several decades.

After coughing for a long time, the old man stopped.

The worry on the old man's face flashed away, and he turned to the little girl with a kind and amiable smile and said:

"Yes, Xiaocao must open her eyes wide to find it."

In the eyes of the immortals, they were just like ants.

The old man led Xiaocao towards a more remote place, there was probably nothing to eat nearby.

They could only go further and further, if they couldn't find anything to eat, both grandfather and granddaughter would starve to death.

The old man sighed silently and led the little girl towards a valley in the distance.

His old bones could die, but the little girl's life had just begun.

The little girl seemed to feel the old man's mood and silently held her grandfather's hand tightly.

Without speaking, the old and the young walked like this.

It took a long time to pick some edible grass roots.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Xiaocao suddenly shouted:

"Grandpa, there seems to be someone over there."

The old man thought to himself, how could there be anyone in this place.

He originally thought that there would be something to eat if he went far away, but he still couldn't find it.

He thought that Xiaocao must be seeing things.

He continued to look down, wanting to find some wild vegetables.

Seeing that Grandpa ignored her, Xiaocao shouted again:

"Grandpa, there really is someone."

"It's a very handsome uncle, ah, there's blood on the corner of his mouth."

Xiaocao had originally run to the vicinity, but when she saw the blood, she was so scared that she ran back in a hurry.

Hiding behind Grandpa.

Only then did the old man open his cloudy eyes and look carefully.

When he saw that there really was a person lying on the ground, motionless, he was shocked.

He walked over and tried it in front of the person's nose.

He couldn't feel any movement at all.

"Ah, this person is dead."

The old man said with some regret.

In the wilderness, lying here by himself, there would only be dead people.

"Ah, what a pity, this uncle is so handsome."

Xiaocao became bolder and slowly moved out from behind the old man, looking at the person lying on the ground.

"Well, these are all immortals, they can't be touched randomly even if they are dead."

"Lest you desecrate the immortals."

The old man patiently taught his granddaughter, lest the little girl be disrespectful to the immortals.

"Grandpa, his mouth seems to be moving."

The little girl suddenly shouted.

The old man turned his head, and sure enough, he saw the immortal's mouth opening and closing.

Weakly shouting, "Water... water..."

Maybe immortals don't need to breathe.

The old man thought, but why would he need water?

......

Ye Kong didn't expect the Chaos Storm to be so violent.

At least dozens or hundreds of times stronger than ordinary Chaos Gang Wind.

The spiritual power that had already been consumed a lot was even more depleted.

Ever since the fight with Fake Hong, Ye Kong's spiritual power had not recovered.

It was already barely enough to use.

After all, the spiritual energy he needed was too huge.

If he really wanted to replenish it, it would take more than a dozen or twenty years to recover in the Realm of Cultivation.

In this short period of time, it would lead to a break in the people of the Realm of Cultivation.

With the last trace of spiritual power, Ye Kong finally found the entrance to the Realm of Cultivation.

He stepped out directly, and then his whole body fell down.

Ye Kong endured not to faint, adjusting his physical state to that of a mortal.

Only in this way could he repair the damage caused by the depletion of spiritual power and the forced excessive consumption on his body.

He would not be able to use spiritual power in the near future.

But he changed his breathing to a dormant state.

Otherwise, when he was unconscious, he would likely absorb all the spiritual energy in the Realm of Cultivation.

Then there was endless darkness, engulfing Ye Kong.

When Ye Kong woke up, he saw a pair of bright eyes staring at him.

When she met Ye Kong's gaze, she immediately showed a happy expression.

Then she held a blue-black porcelain bowl with a gap in it and said weakly:

"Immortal, water."

Only then did Ye Kong react, took the porcelain bowl, and drank it in one gulp.

The water turned into a trace of spiritual power in his belly, repairing his body.

"What's your name?" Ye Kong asked the little girl.

"Xiaocao." The little girl replied.

Ye Kong looked at the little girl named Xiaocao.

She was thin, but strong in her heart.

Although she was precocious and sensible, she still insisted on the purity of her heart.

Ye Kong couldn't help but nod, since they met, it was considered fate.

He had already had the idea of taking her as a disciple.

"Immortal, are you hungry?" Xiaocao had already run to the wall and poured out a bowl of porridge made from ten thousand herbs from a pottery stove that was being burned.

She carefully held it over, as if holding a rare treasure.

She knew that this was the last bit of food in the family.

When the old man went out, he told her that immortals don't eat mortal food.

Let her eat it herself, no need to leave it for the immortals.

Now that the immortal was awake, Xiaocao still decided to leave it for the immortal to eat.

She felt that the immortal was injured and had been unconscious for several days, he needed to eat and drink.

Ye Kong couldn't use his spiritual power at this time, and he didn't know that this was the last bit of rice porridge.

At this time, he was almost the same as an ordinary mortal.

What he could see and hear was only the things in front of him and around him.

He took the herb porridge and drank it directly.

Although the spiritual energy it contained was pitifully small, it was, after all, grown in heaven and earth.

It was all turned into a trace of spiritual power by Ye Kong's body, nourishing his body.