Cultivators and mortals all live together on this continent. Mortals have their own country, and the country is a power institution that controls hundreds of millions of mortals.
Cultivators call themselves monks and are not bound by the mortal country, but cultivators have no right to interfere with the power structures of mortal countries.
Since ancient times, the world of cultivation and the mortal world have been two relatively independent existences. More than two thousand years ago, the Demon Sect wanted to enter the Middle Earth and tried to support a puppet imperial power, which resulted in a war between good and evil.
Mortal matters should be resolved by mortals themselves. This is a rule recognized by the world of cultivation. Anyone who breaks it will die.
Because in the world of cultivation, whether it is the powerful demon sect or the sects of the righteous path, they have to admit the fact that if they want to develop in the long term, they must rely on mortals to provide fresh blood into the sect. Without a large number of mortals as a backing,
There is no world of cultivation.
Mortals may seem weak, but they are the source of the entire Three Realms and Six Paths.
Without these huge numbers of mortals, the cycle of reincarnation in the three realms would be interrupted. Without these huge numbers of mortals, various factions in the world would quickly wither until they perish.
Mortals provide cultivators.
To put it bluntly, mortals and cultivators are all human beings, and cultivators are not gods, and they are not separated from the category of humans.
Most mortals can cultivate, but due to limited qualifications, most mortals will be stuck below the fifth level of aerial flight. It is considered rare to have one smart person who can achieve aerial flight among a thousand mortals.
It is very difficult for a thousand cultivators who fly in the air to emerge as a strong person in the realm of heaven and human beings.
Taking Cangyun Sect as an example, there are six to seven thousand named disciples in the Inner Sect and Outer Sect, and there are also thousands of servant disciples.
However, among the thousands of disciples of Cangyun's younger generation, there are definitely no more than 2,000 disciples who have reached the realm of flying in the sky and above. There are no more than 200 people who are in the sixth level of Yuan Shen realm. There are only two people who are in the seventh level of out-of-body realm.
Ten people. As for the eighth level of spiritual silence, among this young generation of disciples, only the head disciple Gu Jianchi broke through the shackles and reached this state.
Among the more than a hundred elders of the Cangyun Sect who are in the eighth level of spiritual silence, there are only a few top masters in the ninth level of heaven and human realm.
As for the tenth level of immortality, the leader Jade Jizi has definitely not reached it, but the master of the Wushuang Sword, Yun Yazi, should have reached the realm of immortality and has lived for seven hundred years. No one will believe that he is not the tenth level.
Cultivation of immortals and seeking immortality is what the world dreams of. However, the wealth in the world is limited, and each sect is very strict in selecting disciples. The most intelligent person in the world will be an outer disciple at most when entering the Cangyun Sect, like Yun Qiyou
This kind of person who is almost born to practice Taoism, there are very few lucky people who worship Jingshui Master as soon as they enter the door.
For example, Ning Xiangruo, Gu Jianchi, Gu Pan'er and other outstanding figures of the younger generation of Cangyun Sect have all used their disciples to identify children with extremely high qualifications in the human world, and brought them into the sect to become outer disciples. After a few years, they might be able to be admitted.
A certain elder favored him and formally accepted him as his disciple, so that he could become an inner disciple.
Under the background that hundreds of millions of human beings are squeezing their heads to compete for the little cultivation resources, the word "Xianyuan" came into being.
Young talents who have the potential to reach the realm of flying in the air are said to have immortality and will generally enter various sects.
Some people who seem to be unable to reach the fifth level of sky-controlling realm in their lifetime, even if they come to recommend themselves, the immortals will kindly say, "Your destiny has not yet arrived, you should go back," and then send them away.
Cultivators are very busy, and they don't have extra time to spend on mediocrity.
Yang Jiu believed that she was definitely not a mediocre person. She had dreamed of becoming a disciple of a certain great immortal countless times. However, when she went to the Langya Immortal Sect two years ago, she was told by the immortals of the Langya Immortal Sect that she had no destiny and was rejected.
Outside of the Immortal Gate Dojo, there is no chance of immortality for the rest of your life.
When Prince Zhao said that Ye Xiaochuan was an immortal from the Cangyun Immortal Sect, Yang Jiu's eyes were already bigger than bull's eyes, and the anger of the food dregs sprayed in Ye Xiaochuan's face dissipated instantly.
There is no comparison between Langya Immortal Sect and Cangyun Immortal Sect. Langya Immortal Sect is just a small or medium-sized sect. Cangyun Immortal Sect has stood in the world for more than four thousand years. It has always been the leader of the righteous Immortal Sect and defeated the demon sect countless times.
Demons, this is the real gathering place of gods!
She stared at Ye Xiaochuan eagerly and passionately, dreaming that this young man would also lead her to the first level of immortality.
She said: "Immortal Ye, are you really an immortal from Cangyun Immortal Sect?"
Ye Xiaochuan smiled slightly, waved his hand and said, "Don't say it, don't say it."
The more he said this, the more Yang Jiu believed that this young man came from the Cangyun Immortal Sect. If he was not a real immortal, how could he sleep in the turbulent Yangtze River without drowning?
Ever since he learned that Ye Xiaochuan came from the Cangyun Immortal Sect, Prince Zhao never dared to speak again. He was as docile as a little sheep, for fear that he would offend this little immortal.
The ship docked at the Hanyang Ferry. Hanyang is also a big city, but it is not as big as Xifeng City. There are no other crops except rice, so there are very few merchants passing here. At most, merchants traveling to the Yangtze River occasionally come here.
The boat stops here to rest.
In order to please Ye Xiaochuan, Yang Jiu decided to let his father take advantage of him and buy the nanmu even for ten thousand taels.
After landing, Yang Jiujiu said to Ye Xiaochuan: "Immortal Ye, I will hire someone to drag the nanmu ashore."
Ye Xiaochuan waved his hand and said: "No need, this is my private property, I should do it myself."
I saw Ye Xiaochuan grabbing the rope tied to the nanmu with one hand and pulling down the three-foot-long nanmu soaked in the water.
Then, in the stunned eyes of Yang Shijiu, Zhao Shizi, and countless boatmen, merchants, Liba, and flower boat ladies at the ferry, Ye Xiaochuan pushed this huge piece of wood onto his shoulders and walked out of the ferry as if on flat ground.
Ye Xiaochuan was carrying a big piece of wood and holding a piece of mung bean cake in his hand. While eating, he said: "Miss Yang, which direction is your home? Take me to your rich father quickly."
This is the real power!
Yang Jiu planned to hire twenty or thirty people to salvage the nanmu ashore, but Ye Xiaochuan finished the work alone. Seeing Ye Xiaochuan carrying the big wood as if nothing had happened, she swallowed her saliva and said: "My father said that we will do it today."
Go to Jishi'an to supervise the construction of the temple, which should be at Langya Mountain now."
Ye Xiaochuan said: "Langya Mountain? Where is it?"
Yang Shijiu pointed to a peak in a mountain range to the east and said, "That's it."
Ye Xiaochuan made a visual inspection, and it seemed that it was not far away, at most a dozen miles, and said: "Then let's go there. It's getting late. If your father can't afford it, I still have to carry the nanmu back. Time won't wait.
