Lou Xiaoyi was completely speechless. He knew that now wasn't the time to argue. He was indeed an oddity among the Swordsman outside of Xuanyuan. Since they didn't believe him, then he'd just randomly come up with a sect.
"Jade Clear, Ou Duzi!"
As long as they checked the sect's communication talisman, they'd know everything. It was just a joke, who told them not to believe him? He could see that the rules of the Righteous Law Sect were all bark and no bite. If they really found out that he was a disciple of Xuanyuan, then they'd probably just leave it at that.
But contrary to his expectations, the other party didn't even bother to check his communication talisman.
"You'll be fined ten low-grade spirit stones, and there won't be a next time. Do you believe me?"
Lou Xiaoyi silently took out a mid-grade spirit stone, shook his head, and rose up, disappearing into the night sky of Heluo City.
Seeing this person's departing figure, a nearby cultivator asked, "Martial Uncle, is he really a Jade Clear cultivator?"
The middle-aged cultivator coldly smiled, "Maybe, maybe not, is that important?
The reason I exposed him was to tell him that cultivators are not allowed to act presumptuously in the territory of the Righteous Law Sect. As for who he is, it doesn't matter!
You must remember that in the Fifth Ring, we are the only sect that follows the sect's rules. This will cause us to suffer unimaginable pressure!
Will we be able to withstand such pressure? Can we abandon the sect's traditions?
If we can't, then it's very important to make our intentions clear without harming them! What's worse than not caring about them is to let them harbor resentment during the process, and then take revenge on some occasion in the future when they succeed!
Therefore, the best way is to let them feel that this is nothing more than a joke, a fun trip, and not a real slap in the face!
The sect's rules are dead, but people are alive. If we destroy the sect for the sake of sect rules, then we'll lose the big picture for the small! "
Lou Xiaoyi took advantage of the night to leave Heluo City. His old face didn't turn red. It was just a small matter, so he didn't care about it!
What he cared about was the fact that he was completely defenseless in front of Jin Dan cultivators. This made him realize what the suppression of realms in the Cultivation World meant!
Of course, there were many objective reasons for this. The other party was an old Jin Dan cultivator, while he was only a newbie in the Foundation Building realm. A Foundation Building cultivator who had only cultivated for three years was considered a newbie in all aspects. If he continued to cultivate, there would be even more strange things happening. He warned himself that he was here to deliver the relics, not to be chivalrous.
Along the way, they passed through prefectures and counties. Every day, they would encounter cultivators flying across the sky. This was indeed a high-level world of cultivation. Foundation Establishment cultivators were as numerous as carps crossing the river. They were all busy on their own paths, not interfering with each other and rarely meeting each other.
Lou Xiaoyi continued at his own pace. He didn't restrain himself because of the accident in Heluo City. He was immersed in his own journey, but he was observing every aspect of this world. The quality of mortals also determined the way cultivators acted. The habits of the Cultivation World also affected the development of the mortal world. He could always find something from it. He had to stay in this world of cultivation for at least another two hundred years. It wouldn't work if he continued to treat himself as an outsider.
Just like those foreign forces in Xuanyuan's Outer Sword, they deliberately highlighted their origins to show that they would never forget their roots. It was a kind of meaningless concern. Some things were better hidden in one's heart. One day, when one had the ability, he could then fulfill his concern for his hometown.
He flew for five months on this journey. Fortunately, they were all continents, so there was a place to rest at any time. If this was an ocean, crossing it for five months would be beyond his ability.
Minzhou's Prefecture was just ahead!
Huang Gouyu wasn't a native of Minzhou. When he was young, he had fled here with his parents and settled down. However, his life had always been unsatisfactory. His family was small, and there was no talk of a future. He was just the most ordinary kind of commoner!
His surname was Huang, and only a few people knew his real name. However, Huang Gouyu's name was spread all over the neighborhood. Commoners were all like this, easy to raise.
However, the Yellow Dog himself did not think so. Although he was born poor, there was a spirit in his heart. He was not willing to spend the rest of his life in an ordinary way. There was no other way out in this world except for cultivation. He had been working hard in this aspect. Unfortunately, he was not lucky enough. He barely entered the path of Dao, but he could not achieve anything with his cultivation. Until now, he had been hesitating.
He was already over twenty years old, but he was still idling around all day, hanging out with the imps in town. This made his family very anxious. However, a grown man like him couldn't be controlled by his father. He was an adult male who had learned some basic Dao techniques and was wandering around the Qi Refining stage. As an ordinary person, his elders couldn't control him.
Of course, he didn't think that he was wrong. In the eyes of his parents, the imps were actually his friends. They were a group of people who sacrificed themselves for Dao. They had ideals, and ordinary people couldn't understand them!
People like this could be found everywhere in the Fifth Ring Domain. Cultivation was a cruel process of elimination. How could it be so easy to rise through the ranks? Especially the first step of Dao Foundation Establishment!
He couldn't enter the training system of the dojos of the big and small sects. Firstly, he didn't have money. Secondly, his talent wasn't outstanding. Fortunately, in a world where cultivation was extremely common, it wasn't difficult to get a basic cultivation method. This was also the intention of the Daoists.
Training in dojos was one way, and so was free-range cultivation. Those who were truly fated and lucky would always be able to walk out of it.
The Yellow Dog had been walking for nearly ten years. He was still wandering around the Qi Refining stage. In order to accumulate resources, he had done everything. It was hard, tiring, evil, and crooked. Unfortunately, he was still in the same place!
This was the common situation of all Qi Refining stage cultivators. Those who could really build their foundation and rely on sects were less than one in ten. The rest had no choice but to find another way out after losing hope. Of course, their way out was much wider than ordinary people. They could help the cultivators manage the mortal world and travel in business. After all, being able to sense Qi and cultivate was not something that everyone could do.
However, there were very few who were obsessed with the joy of cultivation. They persevered and didn't give up. They ended up in a miserable state because as they grew older, their bodies were no longer at their peak. It became harder and harder to build their foundation. In the end, they could only bury themselves in their dreams and hope for luck in the next life.
The Yellow Dog was such a person. However, he was only in his twenties. In theory, he still had time. It was precisely because he still had time that he did things more and more crazily. He used the future of his life to borrow money from a usurious bank in the city and used it all to break through his cultivation!
The result was a high probability phenomenon. The money was gone, and his realm didn't increase!
With his family background, the bank naturally wouldn't be interested in a few acres of land. The only reason they lent him money was because they wanted him to work as a hired thug for the bank for the rest of his life. A Qi Refining thug was still worth some money!
The Yellow Dog sat in the house in a daze. His eyes were lifeless. The people from the bank had just left. This was the last time they came to collect the debt. The next time they came, they would directly bring people with them. There was no room for discussion!
At the entrance of the house's small courtyard, there was a large black word "debt" painted. This was the habit of the debt collectors in this place. It reminded the neighbors of the family's financial situation. This made the Yellow Dog feel ashamed because he had brought shame to his family!
At this moment, a person pushed the door open and stood in front of him.
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