"But Brother Sun, you're not young anymore." Zhao Xingfan felt that he couldn't argue with Sun Dong.
Sun Dong's face was full of disdain. "So what? I have four generations living under the same roof now, and I'm living a happy life. If I still have to risk my life for cultivation, wouldn't that be reversing the order of things?"
Zhao Xingfan was speechless. Why was this situation completely out of his expectations? He had no choice but to leave after saying a few more words.
When he returned to Zhushan, it happened to be the time for the questions to be answered once every five days. Zhao Xingfan naturally stood up again and bowed to Shi Xuan. "Master, twenty years ago, I asked you … and you told me to ask him after twenty years. But twenty years have passed, and my old friend still insists that mortals are better than cultivators. Even though both of his parents have passed away, he doesn't have any regrets. Master, please teach me. "
As these cultivators cultivated the cultivation methods taught by Shi Xuan and broke through their realms, they all started to address Shi Xuan as Master. Shi Xuan didn't comment.
After hearing Zhao Xingfan's question, Shi Xuan smiled faintly and said, "You can ask him after twenty years."
Zhao Xingfan was dumbfounded. He didn't expect his master to continue answering like this. Did he really have to ask him after twenty years?
Shi Xuan looked down. Compared to the peak, when the sky and the bamboo branches were filled with cultivators, the top of Zhushan was empty now. There were less than five thousand cultivators.
Because the two cultivation methods taught by Shi Xuan were only up to the Golden Core realm, he finished teaching them in about a year. Therefore, in the past twenty years, it could be said that he had repeated it twenty times. In the entire Ziluo Nation, everyone who came to listen had long since heard it by heart. Their juniors, relatives, and friends could also listen to it from their mouths. There was no need for them to travel far and wide to come here.
These four thousand cultivators came because today was the day that Shi Xuan would answer his questions. Normally, there would be less than a hundred cultivators on Bamboo Mountain. Of course, those cultivators needed to fight for resources in order to break through to the next level, so it was reasonable for them to do so.
As Shi Xuan stood up, the cultivators below him all bowed respectfully. The beasts and birds in the bamboo forest also cupped their hands in obeisance. For example, the white fox, the kitten, and the golden mouse. They all stood in human form with their two front paws raised. The birds, on the other hand, flapped their wings and bent them.
Over the years, the cultivators had been living in harmony with the beasts and birds, and they all knew to be grateful. Shi Xuan often saw precious spirit herbs from other places, spirit fruits and materials from the mountain outside the bamboo hut. However, Shi Xuan didn't care about these. After he finished his lecture, he would order those who brought the gifts to take them back. He didn't show any favoritism.
After everyone knew that Shi Xuan really didn't need it, they gradually stopped this kind of behavior.
…
In Anxi City.
"Brother Wan, do you really want to go to other countries?" Zhang Liu asked Wan Chengfeng. Everyone had been listening to Shi Xuan's Dao for twenty years, so their friendship had become quite good.
Wan Chengfeng nodded in high spirits, "I've been in the Divinity realm for ten years under Master's guidance. However, Ziluo Nation has few resources and the cultivation atmosphere isn't strong. That's why I want to go out and explore other countries, striving to condense my golden core one day. Only then can I pass on Master's teachings. Fellow Daoists, why don't you go out and explore as well? "
Zhang Liu was silent for a while before he said, "Mm, we've learned almost everything we can from Master. Even if we continue listening, we won't gain anything else. If we want to condense our golden core, we really can't rely on the resources here. Since Brother Wan has made up his mind, then I will not lose to you. "
"Good, Brother Zhang, you really do have a heroic spirit in your heart." Cultivator Li praised, "Actually, if it weren't for the many Jindan Grandmaster who came looking for trouble with Master, we wouldn't have been able to gather all the materials needed to advance to the Divinity realm. Ziluo Nation is too barren, so we can only go out and explore. In the future, we can establish a sect in a place with good fengshui and establish Master's teachings. Wouldn't that be great? "
The hesitant Divinity realm cultivators were stirred up by Wan Chengfeng and Cultivator Li, but they still had some misgivings. "Those cultivation countries aren't as competitive as Ziluo Nation. If we just go out like this, I'm afraid we won't be able to win against the cultivators of those places, not to mention the four great sects and cultivator clans."
Wan Chengfeng had a card up his sleeve, "I've already thought about this. Master has collected nearly twenty spirit tools from the nine Jindan Grandmaster, so it shouldn't be a problem for us to ask for one. After all, we're also going out to establish Master's teachings."
These words were said in a dignified manner, but it caused Zhang Liu to frown slightly. Teacher did not take a single cent from his lecture, and it was clear that they had taken advantage of him countless times. Now, they were still using the excuse of helping him establish his teachings to ask him for a spirit tool. They were truly shameless and greedy.
Wan Chengfeng continued, "However, there is one thing I must remind you all. When you go to other countries, you can't publicly lecture like Master, or you'll die without a burial. You can only follow the rules and establish your own sect, family, or accept one or two disciples to pass on your teachings."
All the cultivators nodded. They were well aware of the reactions of the outside world, so they decided to go up the mountain that very night to ask their teacher for a Spirit Tool. Only Zhang Liu didn't agree to go with them because he didn't want to lose face.
… …
The night was dark, and the moon was bright.
Outside Shi Xuan's bamboo hut, a dozen Divine-Tier cultivators were kneeling, with Wan Chengfeng leading the way, kowtowing.
"What business do you have here?" Shi Xuan's calm voice came from inside the hut.
Wan Chengfeng answered respectfully, "In order to break through to Golden Core realm and better pass on Master's teachings, we've decided to travel to other countries. We've come to pay our respects to Master."
"Mm, I understand. You may leave," Shi Xuan's reply was concise.
Wan Chengfeng and the other cultivators looked at each other, then gritted their teeth and said shamelessly, "But we know that we're weak and afraid of tarnishing Master's reputation. We're also afraid that we won't be able to pass on Master's teachings, so we'd like to ask Master to grant us a spirit tool so that we can protect ourselves."
"Oh. I don't have a spirit tool, but I do have a few words for you. "Shi Xuan paused, then said leisurely," A man's heart is not content, like a small snake trying to swallow an elephant. " Those spirit tools were going to be exchanged for the sect. Penglai had so many Yin God Lords out, but only a few of them managed to achieve Primordial Spirit, so the sect didn't have a lot of spirit tools.
Before Wan Chengfeng and the others could continue begging, they felt the sky turn dark. They swayed as if they were riding on a cloud, and then with a few thuds, they all fell to the ground. Their bodies ached from the fall, and when they looked around, they were already at Zhushan's feet.
Having personally experienced Shi Xuan's power and unpredictability, Wan Chengfeng and the others were too ashamed to stay. They hurriedly packed up their belongings and left with their families and disciples.
Zhang Liu, on the other hand, said goodbye during Shi Xuan's sermon the next morning, and was rewarded with two sentences of praise from Shi Xuan.
…
Zhao Xingfan walked to the door of the Sun Residence. In a flash, 20 years had passed, and the Sun Residence was still as luxurious as ever. However, Zhao Xingfan had already advanced to the Sacred Art stage, and could be considered an expert in the entire world. Therefore, he didn't care about these things at all.
Following the servants, he came to the waterside pavilion from last time. Sun Dong's hair was already completely white, but he was full of energy, and his body seemed to be in good shape. Presumably, it was due to the body tempering he had done in the past.
"Brother Zhao, after not seeing you for 20 years, you still look as good as ever." Seeing Zhao Xingfan looking like he did 20, or even 40 years ago, Sun Dong was a little surprised, but he quickly calmed down and smiled as he greeted him.
Zhao Xingfan looked at Sun Dong emotionally, "Brother Sun, this is all because I, Zhao, never stopped cultivating, and improved day by day. I, Zhao, heard that Nephew Gu and a few other juniors, all passed away because of various reasons. I really can't help but sigh. If only they had followed me to cultivate, that would be great. "
Sun Dong was a little sad, then he smiled and shook his head, "Brother Zhao, haven't you seen through it? What I and those juniors of yours have enjoyed for the past few decades is something you might not have the leisure to enjoy even after cultivating for several hundred years. Not to mention living in fear, living in danger of losing your life at any time. What's the point of living like this? "
Zhao Xingfan originally wanted to refute that it wasn't like this for the past 40 years, but when he thought that most cultivators were like this, he could only sigh and say, "But Brother Sun, you don't have much lifespan left? Those juniors could have lived for many more years. "
Sun Dong's expression was a little sad, but he immediately concealed it and said nonchalantly, "Living for a few hundred years is worse than living in death. How can it be better than enjoying the happiness of family and living for several decades?"
Unable to gain Sun Dong's approval, Zhao Xingfan could only return gloomily.
A few days later, on top of Zhushan, Zhao Xingfan asked Shi Xuan again, "Teacher, I went to ask him again, but he still insisted that cultivators are inferior to mortals. I really don't understand."
Shi Xuan looked at Zhao Xingfan with a smile that was not a smile, "Go ask him again after 20 years."
"Ah?"
Ignoring Zhao Xingfan's surprise, Shi Xuan looked at the cultivators who were still sitting down and listening to his preaching. There were already less than 50 people, and many of them were newcomers in the past few years.
For example, the little girl called Xia Jing came from a remote village in Ziluo Country. Once, after seeing a cultivator performing a spell, she became obsessed with cultivation. Unfortunately, there were no cultivators above the Astral Projection stage there, and the cultivators in the big cities were not willing to take her as a disciple. She didn't have the money to pay to learn. Later on, she heard that there was an old immortal in Zhushan in Anxi City, who treated everyone equally regardless of the identity of the people listening to his preaching, and openly imparted knowledge to them. Thus, after walking until her shoes were worn out, she finally came to Zhushan to listen to his preaching, and after listening to his preaching in the morning, she had to immediately go to a restaurant to work as a waiter.
…
Zhao Xingfan walked out of the Sun Mansion again, but when he saw white cloth hanging everywhere, he couldn't help but feel a bad premonition. He had been in the transcendent realm for more than 20 years, and if not for that problem, he would have long gone to other countries to train and collect resources in preparation for condensing his golden core.
"Sir, who passed away in this mansion?" Zhao Xingfan pulled a passerby over and asked.
The passerby looked at Zhao Xingfan curiously, "It's the patriarch, Benefactor Sun Dong."
Zhao Xingfan returned to Zhushan in a daze. Is this question forever going to be answered like this?
A few days later, on top of Zhushan, Zhao Xingfan stood up again and smiled bitterly, "Teacher, that old friend of mine has passed away. I'm afraid this question will remain like this forever."
Shi Xuan asked in return, "Do you still not understand?"
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