Aaron, who was drinking, paused his wrist slightly, and then drank the wine in the glass as if nothing happened.
'Just now... I felt a creepy feeling for a moment, maybe some foundation-building consciousness swept over me?'
'But I didn't hide anything, I was just an ordinary person, so I was let off?'
'Even if we have passed the most dangerous period, as long as the other side does not massacre the city, they will not be able to do anything to me...'
Late at night, Aaron went straight to bed and fell asleep.
…
Over the city.
The Black Blood Sect foundation-building monk looked at the lights of thousands of families, his face as dark as water. He had captured all the Qi Refining monks he could find nearby and tortured them for soul refining, but found nothing.
"Could it be that...that boy's magical ability to gather energy is so exquisite?"
The face of this foundation-building overhaul cultivator was filled with disbelief.
Little did he know that Aaron was not covering his aura, but actually dispelling his kung fu and becoming an ordinary person. This was naturally more effective than any covering spell, because it was real!
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"At this point, all we have to do is... massacre the city?"
A deep red light appeared in the eyes of this foundation-building overhaul.
For immortal cultivators, mortals are just ants. There is no theory of cause and effect and natural punishment in this world. No matter how many mortals you kill, you will not be struck by lightning!
The only people who can slightly restrict demonic cultivation are the righteous monks and the insignificant Feng Critic.
"If we were in the Wu Kingdom, the sect would also need a large number of mortals to give birth to children with spiritual roots and replenish new blood. If I massacred the city, the sect master would not spare me, but this place is an enemy country... It just so happens that I have the Qiansha Banner. Countless soul sacrifices are still needed."
The black-clothed demon cultivator suddenly had a red light in his eyes, and his whole body was filled with murderous aura.
Although after the massacre of the city, his reputation will fall to the bottom, and he will even become the target of death by the righteous monks, but so what?
Compared with the progress of skills and magical weapons, everything is illusory!
Demonic monks don't pay much attention to this.
Just when he was about to take action, a ray of fire came through the sky, and it was a transmission note: "Third Junior Brother... Qingding Sect has been mobilized, quickly return to the East Gate Valley to defend!"
The news of the incident in Dongmen Valley could not be concealed at all, and Qingdingmen responded quickly after receiving the news.
If you stay in the outside world at this time, you may be besieged and perished!
Compared to his own life, a mere true disciple is no more than an ant.
"Damn..."
The black-clad Foundation Builder cursed, turned into a black light, escaped at an extremely fast speed, and suddenly disappeared...
…
There was still silence in Kurosawa City.
Those people who were sleeping soundly had no idea that they had accidentally escaped a massacre!
The next day, Aaron got up and stretched.
He planned to hang out here for a few months and then leave Kurosawa City with the mortal caravan.
As for those storage bags, you can put them away for a few years first! They won’t cause long legs to run away...
Compared with one's own safety, even if it is lost, it is nothing.
'It's just...should I start practicing Mingyu Jue now?'
Aaron thought to himself while eating meat buns for breakfast.
Today's world of immortal cultivation is not peaceful. Even casual cultivators may be captured and used as cannon fodder, or used by demon cultivators to refine their souls!
As for mortals as the foundation of the world of immortality, generally speaking, immortality cultivators on both sides do not care too much.
'When the war comes, casual cultivators will either become cannon fodder, fly away, or hide among the people... But they may not be able to completely hide their own mana fluctuations, so they will be easily caught... But I am different, I am
A mortal.'
'And...the magic power of cultivating immortals is gone, but my martial arts is still there!'
'The cultivation level at the peak of Huajin, and the half-step of divine refining, is enough to protect oneself in the ordinary world, and one can live quite comfortably...'
'My lifespan is infinite anyway, don't be in a hurry, take your time and wait until this wave of battles is over...'
‘It’s a pity that those ‘Nine-Eyed Begonia’ can stop growing at most. With the aura of the elixir island, they can keep it from withering, so it shouldn’t be a big problem...'
After having made up his mind, Aaron began to seriously play the role of a Huajin martial artist who plays the game. Well, this doesn't need to be done in any way, it's just his true nature.
…
Two months later.
Teahouse.
"Let me tell you... I really saw gods fighting at Two Realms Mountain!"
A martial artist spat: "Countless immortals, countless streamers... That bloody thing... I'm scared to death!"
"Haha, Bao Er, stop bragging. If you really see the immortal dead, why don't you run over and touch the body?"
A martial artist next to him laughed.
"Who wouldn't want to? But I'm slow, and that Skywarp Kitten relied on his qinggong skills to actually touch the corpse... and then he was pierced through the heart by a flying sword that fell from nowhere..."
Bao Er said with palpitations in his heart.
"The battle among the immortals is a sign of chaos in the world..." An old martial artist sighed while smoking his pipe.
"Haha... Who doesn't know that the Wu Kingdom suddenly invaded our Lin Kingdom? Do we need to look for signs? The world has already been in chaos..."
…
Amid all the disturbances, Aaron left behind a few large sums of money and got up, quietly blending into the group of refugees fleeing to the interior of the forest.
The area near Kurosawa Mansion still belongs to the border with Wu Kingdom.
However, Wu State suddenly invaded Lin State, causing continuous military disasters and countless people fleeing.
Aaron blended in among them, which was not eye-catching at all.
"Go to the most remote second-tier city in the Lin Kingdom, find a place casually, and wait for more than ten years before we talk..."
Aaron drove a carriage and stood out among the refugees, but this was also consistent with his status as a martial artist.
While driving the carriage, he was thinking about his next plan.
Lin Guoxiu's idea of hiding among the people during the war between immortals should be feasible.
If you choose a small city, there will be fewer immortal cultivators, and the chaos will be much less.
When this storm has passed, you can come back and take out the storage bag, and then find an opportunity to start practicing the 'Mingyu Art'!
…
Munn City.
The further away from the border between Wu State and Lin State, the more peaceful the place becomes.
Of course, things like recruiting troops and collecting taxes are inevitable, causing a lot of trouble.
But this is none of Aaron's business.
He came to the street where the Huichun Hall was originally located, and found that the old medical center was still there, but the person in charge had long been replaced by someone he didn't know.
‘Although it is difficult to build a good reputation for this medical center and medicine hall, once it is established, it will be an excellent business that will continue to make profits for decades or hundreds of years...’
After looking silently at the door of Huichun Hall, Aaron turned around and left. When he came to Lin's breakfast shop, he found that the place had already been occupied by another person.
More than a hundred years have passed, and the Lin family no longer knows where they moved.
"Things are different and people are different..."
Looking at this scene, Aaron couldn't help but recall the White Snake Gang in Tianma City.
On a whim, he went over and saw that the Bai family had been destroyed decades ago...
