Chapter 802: Chapter 265: “By the way, chop so people.
“Wouldn’t that result in the people suffering intensely?”
Xian Yi frowned as he felt the piercing cold.
“Hmm?”
Old Man Cao looked towards Xian Yi with mild surprise, “You’re quite interesting. It’s the first ti I’ve seen soone in the Body Integration Realm concerned about the lives of mortals. Aren’t the lives of mortals considered no different from ants in your eyes? Their frail bodies can’t even withstand a single glance from you, yet it’s rare to see soone of your cultivation concerned about the lifespan of mortals.”
Generally speaking.
Let alone Body Integration, even after reaching Nascent Soul Divinity Transformation, people hardly regard mortals as fellow humans.
In fact, these are not the sa life dinsions. Mortals need to eat, excrete, bathe, and so on, whereas those who have achieved the Dao have flawless bodies, needing no excretion, nor grain for sustenance; their bodies do not carry body odor but instead emit a fresh scent reminiscent of rice.
Simply from this perspective, they are indeed different.
“That won’t happen,”
Xian Yi shook his head, “I was born a mortal, and my parents and family are all mortals. To , mortals are my roots; to look down on them would be to scorn my forr self. When I first started cultivating, my aim was to slaughter all those who looked down on .”
“If I were to beco like them, my Dao heart would be damaged.”
“I see.”
After nodding, Old Man Cao then sighed, “However, you won’t have to worry about damaging your Dao heart in the future, you won’t have the opportunity to cultivate anymore. Let’s go, I’ll first take you to see Chen Qiu’s starting place in Fufeng City.”
“It has beco a tourist attraction now.”
“Many people make the trip just to check-in.”
“Check-in?” Xian Yi was slightly startled.
“Yes,”
Old Man Cao said casually, “You can roughly understand it as ‘grandpa was here.’ It’s all the sa aning, just a new term. Da Xia Country always cos up with so new terms lately, quite interesting.”
“Senior, may I ask what Chen Qiu did before he made his fortune?”
“Chopping wood.”
“Chopping wood? Can one really find a great opportunity and make a fortune just by chopping wood?”
“He also chopped people on the side.”
“Oh, that makes much more sense.”
…
…
At this mont, on the outskirts of Fufeng City, within the crowd outside a fence, stood a young man dressed in hemp garnts, looking with a complex expression at the trees protected inside the fence and an ax.
This was the place where Chen Qiu began his rise.
Many signposts stood nearby.
Each signpost had a clear sentence.
“First chop wood, then people, and wealth will follow.”
“Without first chopping wood for twenty-nine days, how could chopping people on the thirtieth day go smoothly? All your efforts will eventually bring you returns in the future.”
“The aning of life lies in becoming the pinnacle, not in always looking up to others.”
All sorts of slogans made him feel inspired, and the place was swarming with tourists crowding outside the fence. In addition, nearby were troupes of perforrs, storytellers, shadow puppeteers—although they employed different thods and their performances varied in form, they all told the sa story: the story of Chen Qiu’s rise.
From chopping wood up to speaking of Heavenly Dao Foundation Establishnt, the invasion by the Demon Race, to the Chao Tian Sect’s Heavenly Dao Secret Realm, and so on.
His na was Wang Zhenyi.
A na that didn’t stand out; but that didn’t matter. What mattered was that he wasn’t from this world. To this world, he was an unknown visitor who had traveled through ti to Fufeng City three days ago.
His original plan was to make the best of the situation.
Although he didn’t know why he had co to this strange world, it seed to be an ancient world; holess for the ti being, he thought to find a place that provided board and lodgings to scrape by.
But…
He soon discovered the peculiarities of this world. First, everyone had so special abilities, which they referred to as entries; second, the world was filled with many popular phrases from his ti before crossing over.
There were also many ancient poems circulating, all of which originated from his past life. He even saw the ongoing serial “Tale of Four Children in a Garden,” reaching episode one hundred and twenty-three.
He had read “Tale of Four Children in a Garden” many tis in his life, but this was the first ti he saw it being serialized—quite novel.
The author had been changed to “Liu San.”
From that point on, he realized that not only he was a transmigrator in this world, but also that there were more than two or three others; there was an overwhelming and even excessive sense of their presence.
And these transmigrators were all trying to earn money to survive in this world with their thods.
Although they didn’t gather together, and even if they saw through each other’s identities, there was no intersection—as if they knew nothing—everyone had a consensus in their hearts: among all the transmigrators, Chen Qiu was the most successful.
Without a doubt.
And his being here today was thanks to a seasoned transmigrator who had brought him along.
“Sigh…”
The middle-aged man with a beard standing next to Wang Zhenyi lanted, “Now that you’re here, I’ve brought you to pay respects to our founding ancestor, the absolute founding ancestor in all of our hearts, the one who has done the best for himself. All the others fall short.”
“So many years have passed, and only two people have broken Da Xia Country’s cage ball: one is Chen Qiu, and the other is the Seventh Prince of the Capital.”
“Honestly speaking, no one expected the Seventh Prince to break the cage and leave Da Xia, as his power was far less than Chen Qiu’s by no small margin. Although it’s undeniable that he has great perseverance, many tis perseverance doesn’t equate to food.”
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