My cultivation was sealed, and a strange force formed a tough film, separating the body of mana and divine consciousness. I could feel their existence, but I could not induce and drive it.

After waking up, my world changed drastically.

Layers of invisible shackles were stuck on me, my divine thoughts could not be released, I could not sense ghosts or demons, and my magic power could not be used. Ruomu Sword was like a piece of dead wood, and no longer responded to my call.

It was quite uncomfortable because all the convenience brought to me by my cultivation disappeared.

"I'll go to your second-master, Fatty Zheng, hurry up and untie the seal on my body!"

Although I have not had the torture of three fires for the time being, now I am truly angry. Le Yan cannot have the means of sealing my cultivation. Therefore, the only person who does this is Fatty Zheng who looks at a erotic magazine.

"Don't be so angry. If I don't completely seal your cultivation, I'm afraid you will be turned into a piece of ashes now."

Fatty Zheng said without fear. As he spoke, this guy suddenly thought of something.

"By the way, the one who seals your cultivation is a Forbidden Immortal Lock, which is quite valuable. I'll calculate it. You owe me now, uh, a lot of money!"

I didn't want to see Fatty Zheng settled the score with his fingers, so I turned my head and refused to look at him.

The Forbidden Immortal Lock, as the name suggests, is a treasure that seals the immortals. Of course, that kind of treasure is already considered an immortal weapon. The one that Fatty Zheng took out is just a copy of the imitation of the immortal weapon. It is a disposable magic weapon that can imprison a person's cultivation. If I break through the existing cultivation level, the soaring magic power will destroy the Forbidden Immortal Lock.

But for me, it is not easy to hit the Yang Shen Middle Realm. My cultivation has grown very quickly, but my mind and nature have not reached the point of controlling my cultivation and magic power. This is why today's disaster. If my cultivation is like growth, I need to improve my mind and nature.

"Empering life is not easy, but I still believe you can do it!"

Fatty Zheng smiled and patted my shoulder, and then ran away like a leader, clamping the magazine.

He can go many places, especially recently, a new bath center was opened, where a fat man often lingers. Uh, he also has to add Zuo Liuzi.

"Master, I believe you will definitely regain your strength!"

After Le Yan finished speaking, I spit out a sip of water I had just drunk.

After sending Le Yan, the room suddenly became quiet. My body was quite heavy and I felt out of place with this space. My heart felt much more relaxed, as if I had put down a huge burden.

The contradictory feeling intertwined my body, and I took a heavy breath and felt better.

I have to admit that Fatty Zheng is right. I really need to improve my mind and nature. Not to mention high-end things like Daoxin, at least my mind and nature must be able to control my own cultivation.

I had no serious health problems. After getting a few injections and a bag of drugs to remove the fire, I could be discharged from the hospital. Thanks to Fatty Zheng, who decided to do it early, otherwise, if the heart fire and mana really exploded, I would be in trouble.

Even so, it was the second day since I returned to the office. After dinner, I was bored and practiced was useless. Fatty Zheng also went to the bath center, so he had to sit in the corner of the first floor, occupy a small table, set up two dishes, and drink it by himself.

This is a solution I thought of in advance. If my mind and nature are not cultivated enough, I need to experience more, feel more, and see more human feelings and worldly ways. These can be seen in Lao Ding’s restaurant.

Although the place is a little remote and there is an unscrupulous supernatural firm upstairs, Lao Ding's business is still very good. He can always see diners coming from twelve noon to twelve o'clock in the evening.

Among these people, there are many gourmets. Because the food here is not high, the rich and poor can be seen here.

Therefore, it is a good choice to experience joy, anger, sorrow and happiness here. I have known this before, but I have never noticed it. This is the first time I have done such a thing.

People become famous and have many troubles, and when their business is good, they are envied by others. Some people also target Lao Ding, the fat piece of meat.

At twelve o'clock noon, Lao Ding had just opened the door, and three young men with long hair in various colors walked in.

Judging from their shaking steps and the hair like a bird's nest on their heads, as well as the expressions of the eldest, the second, and the third, they should be here to make trouble.

I could tell what they were going to, but I didn't move. I don't believe that Lao Ding would be scared by these little gangsters, and they didn't have the ability, and I also want to see what's going on next.

"Boss, you have a good voice?"

The leader Zimao leaned on the counter with her elbow. They arrived directly and said straight to the point: "We came here to collect some money. This street is covered by our Brother Gao. We can't let him be in vain, right?"

Lao Ding glanced at the guy in front of him, and an inexplicable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "How much do you want?"

"One thousand five a month, no, three thousand a month!"

Zimao came and opened his mouth wide. After he finished speaking, a huge fist hit his face directly.

After the sound of 'ping-ping-pong', these guys were thrown out by Lao Ding like dead dogs.

Lao Ding looked at me and grinned: "Why, do you think I will give them some money? In this world, fists make the most sense!"

He inexplicably recommended a wave of fists. It was said that the King of Hell is easy to see, but these little gangsters are not considered small gangsters in our eyes, they are just a stone.

After sending out these three ignorant guys, Lao Ding's house was soon filled with it. His place was not big, with a total of six tables, and I occupied one.

If this continues, he will make an appointment soon.

A noisy day passed, the night was already dark, and the sky was full of stars.

My head buzzed, like a bronze bell that kept hitting its mouth.

I have seen through it. All late-night cafeterias and other things are nonsense and have not helped me at all.

Maybe I just didn’t grasp the key points, otherwise how did Lao Ding practice with the help of the fireworks in the world?

"well…"

I sighed, no matter how Lao Ding practiced, I couldn't learn.

I didn't give up completely. For the next three days, I would sit in the corner every day and observe the diners coming and going.
Chapter completed!