Han Yan stared at the old Taoist with a faint smile and asked, "Who are you? What do you want to gain by answering my questions? "
The old Taoist smiled and said, "If you are willing to treat me to a meal, that would be great. I have answered many people's questions, including the Human King."
The human race was very adaptable. It had been less than thirty thousand years since the end of the calamity, but the human race had already inherited the rules of the human race's heyday. Even the Human King had been established.
Looking at the prosperous development of this city, Han Yan thought that he had traveled back in time and that this was not the ancient times when the Heavenly Axiom was reborn.
Han Yan smiled and asked, "Then can you see through my thoughts?"
The old Taoist shook his head and said, "How can I see through people's minds? Even immortals and gods fear people's minds."
Han Yan was bored and became interested. He smiled and said, "Then are you an immortal?"
"I am a wandering cultivator."
"Then do you know what is higher than immortals?"
"Of course, it is saints and celestial beings."
Han Yan began to chat with the old Taoist. Soon, the dishes were served. The old Taoist began to wolf down the food as if he had not eaten for several lifetimes.
A Taiyi Golden Immortal was so hungry. It was obvious that he was pretending.
He probably wanted Han Yan to look down on him and then he would slap him in the face.
What was this called?
Pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger?
Han Yan found it funny but did not point it out.
He wanted to prove his Dao. It was not something that a Taiyi Golden Immortal could teach him. He would just treat it as an interesting interlude.
Two hours later.
The old Taoist stood up and smiled, "You have a peerless appearance. I wonder how many girls will fall for you. Perhaps your question is about love. If you have no regrets and don't let her down, you will be open-minded."
Looking at him disappear at the stairs, Han Yan shook his head and laughed.
Fraud!
Han Yan smiled and thought of something. He looked out of the window and continued to ponder.
Perhaps, what he lacked was experience.
"Maybe I can stay here and be a mortal for the rest of my life."
Han Yan thought silently.
After having an idea, Han Yan stood up and walked out of the inn.
He first bought a courtyard in the city, then added some furniture and servants. From then on, he lived in the city under the name Han Yan.
There were at least eight hundred Han Yan in the world, if not a hundred thousand.
Han Yan's name had not yet spread throughout the Immortal World, so he was not afraid of attracting trouble.
Spring passed and autumn came.
Han Yan stayed in the city for ten years.
The name of this city was East Guardian City, and it was one of the cities at the border of the human race. Occasionally, it would be attacked by the ancient race and ferocious beasts, which was why the formation was of a higher level.
Han Yan had completely integrated into East Guardian City, and had become familiar with his neighbors.
On this day.
Snow filled the sky in East Guard, dyeing the entire city white.
Han Yan sat in the courtyard, admiring the snow and comprehending the true meaning of heaven and earth.
The old servant who was sweeping the snow next to him shook his head and sighed in his heart, "Master is lost in thought again. I wonder what he is thinking about."
Han Yan was very good to the servants. In the eyes of the servants, Han Yan's biggest problem was that he was always in a trance. Sometimes, he could stand in the courtyard for a day and a night without moving. It was unimaginable.
At this moment, a servant girl rushed in and said anxiously, "Master, someone is lying in front of the gate. It seems like she is dead!"
East Guardian City had strict laws, and killing someone was punishable by death. If someone was mistaken to be killed by them, they would be in big trouble.
Han Yan immediately walked to the gate. He was pretending to be a mortal, so he did not flash away.
When he arrived at the gate, he saw a dirty woman lying in the snow. Many civilians had already gathered around her.
Han Yan walked over and quickly breathed in the woman's soul with his right hand, pulling it back into her body.
The woman slowly opened her eyes. Although her face was dirty, her eyes were clear and bright.
Seeing that she had woken up, the civilians around her could not help but let out a sigh of relief.
Han Yan would distribute food to the civilians every year, and in the eyes of the civilians, he was a good person. Naturally, they did not want him to be involved in such a thing.
"Miss, you should go home soon. The snow is too heavy, be careful not to get lost."
Han Yan chuckled softly, then turned around and walked through the gate.
The breath he breathed was enough for her to live for another fifty years, and she would be no different from a mortal.
In the evening.
Han Yan came to the table and was about to eat. The servant girl standing beside him said, "Master, that female beggar is still outside. She said that you saved her, and she is willing to do anything for you."
Han Yan said calmly, "Let her in. Find her a job."
The servant girl left.
…
Five years later.
East Guardian City was facing a once-in-a-century beast tide, and the whole city was on alert. Han Yan stood in the courtyard and looked at the smoke in all directions, lost in thought.
A woman in green suddenly came over. She had a pretty face, and although she was not extremely beautiful, she was very likable.
"Master, are you worried that the city will be breached?" The woman in green asked with a smile. She was not worried at all.
She was the female beggar from five years ago, Qing Luan 'er. She was only seventeen years old back then. After joining the Han Yan family, this girl did not treat herself as a servant girl at all. She loved to pester Han Yan. However, she was indeed capable. She could do all the manual work in the courtyard, and she was even stronger than a man.
Han Jue smiled and said, "Perhaps."
Qing Luan 'er curled her lips, "Yes means yes, no means no. You always like to be so ambiguous, I can't guess what you're thinking."
Han Yan smiled and ignored her.
After a few months, East Guardian City managed to survive. However, they suffered heavy casualties, and the Human King had no choice but to send cultivators to help.
The arrival of the cultivators caused a wave of cultivation in East Guardian City.
However, the human race was not an innate human race. Their bloodline was passed down from the human race of the last Great Tribulation, and their talents varied.
Han Yan pretended that he did not have a cultivation spiritual root, and continued to live an ordinary life.
Another ten years passed.
Han Yan got married.
He married Qing Luan 'er. Aside from her being interested in him, it was mostly because of his servants, neighbors, and friends. In the eyes of mortals, it was time for him to start a family and leave behind a child.
A year later, Qing Luan 'er became pregnant and gave birth to a son named Han Tuo.
Han Yan purposely controlled this, otherwise, he could've never left behind a bloodline.
He suppressed Han Tuo's spiritual root talent, making him look no different from a normal person, unless a Half-Saint undid the seal on his bloodline.
Han Yan planned to treat him well for a lifetime, then take his body back when he reincarnated.
After getting married and having a child, Han Yan's comprehension and understanding of the Dao became deeper.
There were three thousand Daos, everywhere.
Human affairs, Earth affairs, Heaven affairs, they all followed the rules of the Dao.
Later on, because Han Tuo had always wanted to become an Immortal who could fly in the sky, he begged Qing Luan 'er to find an Immortal Master for him. Qing Luan' er then went to Han Yan. Left with no other choice, Han Yan could only rely on his connections.
In the end, Han Tuo was found to have no spiritual root talent, which was a huge blow to him.
A few days later, he was full of energy again, behaving mysteriously every day.
Han Yan then noticed that this brat seemed to be practicing martial arts.
To be more precise, he was tempering his body!
Qing Luan 'er taught him.
Han Yan didn't mind it and focused on his Dao.
A small mountain in the city.
Mother and son were in the woods.
Qing Luan 'er, who was dressed in a dignified manner, looked at the young Han Tuo and reminded him, "Tuo' er, about this technique, you can't spread it out, and you can't let your father know, so as not to scare him."
Han Tuo nodded while waving his fists and legs.
Even though he was only nine years old, his movements were already very swift and fierce.
Qing Luan 'er's eyes revealed a pained expression, thinking, "If my son had spiritual roots, with such willpower, he might be able to become an Immortal in the future, sigh."
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