I can see the blood bar and my purity is extremely high

Chapter 288 Master, I Don’t Want to Leave
"Shut up!"

Duan Chaolong turned around and glared at Liu Erniu with bloodshot eyes. The words that the other party had not yet finished speaking were immediately choked back into his throat. He dared not say another word and returned to his previous timid appearance.

Duan Chaolong estimated the distance between himself and the black fog, and then looked inward to see how little spiritual power he had left.

After two days and two nights of continuous running, even though his body and spiritual strength could still hold on, his spirit had reached its limit.

I have to find a place to rest.

We flew forward for a distance and passed by many abandoned villages and cities.

Duan Chaolong was surprised to find that he actually saw people in a small town!

And there are also slight fluctuations in the formation!
After thinking for a moment, he decided to go over and take a look.

Perhaps that is the safe area left by the Xiandao League, with special means of protection.

Pressing the flying sword, the master and the disciple flew close to the ground and soon arrived outside the town.

Duan Chaolong looked inside and saw that the town was full of very elderly people.

They brought stools, held cups of tea, and gathered in groups of three or four on both sides of the road, or simply sat on the ground under the shade of trees, chatting comfortably.

Occasionally, they would burst into laughter when talking about funny things, and a few elderly people would choke a few times because they laughed too hard, which added fuel to the jokes.

Seeing the master and disciple coming on their swords, the old men just took a look and turned away, no longer paying attention and continuing to chat about their own things.

Duan Chaolong had a puzzled look on his face. He picked up the magic sword without knowing why and slowly stepped into the town.

The third level of the evil-fearing formation?
As soon as he came in, he felt the sense of security brought by the formation and felt the smooth flow of spiritual power.

Even if the power of the Spiritual Vein Dragon could be used to block most of the ubiquitous black fog in the air, it would still place a great burden on the soul.

This is also the reason why Duan Chaolong, a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building, was overwhelmed after just flying the sword for two days and two nights.

Although he was extremely tired at this moment, he still didn't dare to relax.

The whole town is weird!
Which good old man or old woman would not run for her life at the end of the world, but stay here to die?
Is there a third-level evil-repelling formation that can make them feel more comfortable before they die?
Yes, at most it will just make you feel more comfortable before you die.

This level of formation can at most isolate some free secondary corrupted forces.

As long as the concentration rises, it will be nothing more than a fragile glass ball that can be broken with a snap of a finger.

Liu Erniu followed his master timidly.

He walked no more than seven or eight meters before he could no longer withstand the pressure of being stared at by several old men and was defeated.

He was originally from a farming family before he was taken away to practice Taoism.

When facing immortal cultivators, he had never seen such casual mortals.

Even the old village chief who had passed the imperial examination and became a scholar was very respectful.

Liu Erniu couldn't help but ask, "Excuse me, old man, the end of the world is coming, why are you still here? Is it because the court here is not doing anything, or is it because the monks of the Immortal Dao League find it troublesome?"

"My little immortal master, the imperial court has been very kind to us. In half a year, a great immortal master called Zhenren will come to take us away in person." The kind-looking old man took a puff of his pipe. "But we are old, our legs and feet are not very strong, and we don't want to leave our homeland."

"That's right." Another old man said, "We have worked hard all our lives, and we don't have many years left to live. We might die along the way after following the immortal masters. Rather than this, it's better to be buried here!"

"Yes, yes, yes."

"All those old coffin-filled people who didn't want to leave the surrounding area are now in Lijia Town!"

"The road to the teleportation array is extremely long. We can't walk there with our legs and feet."

"The great masters also left us a lot of food, as well as something called a formation in the center of the town. They said it could make us more comfortable. We don't understand it, but the great masters must be good people!"

"Hey, you know what, at last, we can enjoy the treatment of masters for once. Instead of working in the fields at noon, we can drink tea on the street. How comfortable it is!"

“Ahaha, that’s right.”

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The old men and women were talking at once, and soon left the master and apprentice aside and started chatting among themselves.

Liu Erniu wanted to ask something else, but Duan Chaolong was already a little impatient.

"The black fog will catch up with us in half a day at most. Do you also want to stay here and wait for death?"

He snorted coldly, left a word and walked away, heading straight towards the core of the formation in the center of the town.

The purifying power there is the strongest, and meditating and recovering at the core of the formation is the most stable.

Even though these people are all weak mortals, Duan Chaolong still adheres to the principle of being cautious.

If it weren't for the fact that this genuine third-level formation was indeed extremely effective, he really wouldn't want to stay among these mortals to recover.

More people means a greater chance of accidents happening.

Xiao Xiaozhuji, who has been cautious all his life, knows the way of survival by being prudent and protecting himself.

Coming to the core of the formation located in the middle of an open space in the center of the town, Duan Chaolong checked the formation's spiritual energy reserves. After confirming that everything was correct, he ordered his apprentice to protect it.

He sat cross-legged, activated a warning talisman, and then urged the dragon of the spiritual vein to restore himself with the pure spiritual power in it.

It’s not that he doesn’t trust his stupid apprentice.

But Liu Erniu is really a bit silly.

If Duan Chaolong hadn't been with him, he would have died ten times in the past six months!

There are so many mortals sitting and chatting in the square now. If someone of them has a powerful crossbow with bad intentions, it is entirely possible that he will seriously injure me when I am meditating and recovering without distraction.

Duan Chaolong was meditating to recover. Liu Erniu shamelessly took out the magic sword given to him by his master and sat there in a daze.

Perhaps it was the arrival of the end of the world that made these mortals, who had long since let go of everything, feel less awe of the immortals and more curious about mysterious things.

An old man with elegant clothes and bright spirit actually took the initiative to sit down next to Liu Erniu, wearing a black official hat inlaid with precious gems on his head.

"Young man, you are not a cultivator of the Immortal Alliance, nor are you a worshiper of the imperial court. Why did you fly here from the south? Could it be that you missed the time for the teleportation array to open because you have not practiced for a long time?"

The uneducated Liu Erniu scratched his dark head and said with a bit of shame: "Master said that with our cultivation level, we would be cannon fodder if we went to the front line in the Far North. We came to the South to escape. But... I didn't expect it."

Upon hearing this, the old man burst into laughter: "You are quite honest young man. I don't think you are an ordinary cultivator, but more like a kid from a rural farm." Liu Erniu's eyes widened: "Old man, you are amazing! I was indeed a farmer a few years ago! It was not until I was discovered by my traveling uncle that I embarked on the path of Qi Refining. But... I am still farming, but I am farming spiritual fields, hehe."

"It's just some life experience, not that great." The old man smiled and shook his head, "But defending the country and the world is bound to result in heavy casualties. I once heard a court official say that immortals value life, and it is reasonable to protect yourself. Who wants to die when they can live?"

Liu Erniu was stunned: "But you. And the old men and old ladies in this town..."

“When people get old, they always miss the past.”

The old man answered with a smile, his cloudy eyes revealing emotion and wisdom.

"Some people, like me, have seen the beauty of the world, tasted the taste of being a high-ranking official, and finally retired to my hometown. Once I have stayed here, I don't want to leave. It's hard to leave your hometown, so there's nothing wrong with being buried in your hometown."

"But, people like me are a minority after all. Those farmers have lived here for generations. What have they seen? Some people, or the vast majority of people here, are not really ready to die."

“They just can’t leave.”

"We are old and weak, not as strong as young men, let alone monks like you. We can't stand the long journey."

“Rather than living in misery, dying halfway, and having to make a living in a strange place, it is better to live a few comfortable days before death.”

"After a lifetime of hard work, being able to rest for half a year in peace, eating as much refined rice and flour as you want, and having chicken, duck, fish and meat for every meal is already a rare blessing in this world, a life like a god."

Liu Erniu stood up suddenly, his eyes widened, and his voice became a little louder: "Don't the Immortal Dao Alliance and the court care? That was a fairy decree issued by His Majesty the Dragon Emperor himself! This is... This is selling a job!"

"Hahahahaha that's dereliction of duty, silly boy."

The old man laughed so hard that he fell backwards and slapped his thigh with laughter.

"Although I don't know how important the Dragon Emperor is, I can do the math for you."

"In the mortal world, a piece of low-grade spiritual stone is worth a hundred taels of gold. It is a priceless treasure."

"To support the octogenarians in this town, let alone in just a few months, even in a year it would cost less than a few dozen taels."

"And if we want to transport old guys like us who are probably not even capable of teleporting away smoothly, we need a large immortal boat that only the immortal sect has, and it needs to be driven by Yuanying Zhenjun himself."

"At this time when our country is in danger, do you think the time wasted by Yuanying Zhenjun is as valuable as half a low-grade spirit stone?"

"If Yuanying Zhenjun has time to save us old guys, he can create greater results in the war. This result is not only far greater than the lives of us old guys, but even greater than the lives of all mortals in Dayin."

"It is a great blessing that the kind-hearted master left behind a formation to protect us during our final days."

“I know, this is against the rules.”

"These spiritual stones should not be used on old guys like us. These spiritual materials should also be sent to the front line to build fortifications."

"So what else is there to be dissatisfied about?"

"Be content."

Liu Erniu stood there blankly, not saying a word for a long time.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, the old man shook his head and left, going to have tea and chat with other people.

He just stood there silently, staring at the yellow earth in front of him, lost in thought.

After a few hours, the sun began to set.

Duan Chaolong has completely recovered to his peak, but Liu Erniu is still standing there.

Duan Chaolong, who was originally in a good mood, suddenly felt a pang in his heart when he saw his silly disciple turned into such a distraught ghost.

broken!

There can’t be anything wrong with this town!

"wake up!"

The spiritual power roared out along with the sound waves, which had some flavor of Buddhist mantras, and immediately awakened Liu Erniu from that strange state.

Liu Erniu, whose eyes were no longer confused, suddenly shouted in the direction of the old man at noon: "Even if there are more spirit stones, it is impossible to bring the dead back to life! The lives of the people in the town are far more valuable than spirit stones! If there are no people, what is the use of the realm?"

The old man who was eating from a bowl was startled.

But he did not argue with Liu Erniu. He just smiled and continued to fight with the noodles in his hand.

This move attracted a lot of onlookers.

I have seen many immortal masters who are very powerful and impressive, but I have never seen anyone acting like this.

Duan Chaolong pulled him hard, causing him to stagger, and shouted angrily, "What are you crazy about?"

Who would have thought that the usually submissive Liu Erniu would kneel down without warning and said angrily, "Master, I am an unfilial disciple and cannot take care of you until the end of your life! You go on your own, I want to stay!"

"Are you fucking crazy?"

Duan Chaolong's eyes were full of disbelief, and he kicked Liu Erniu to the ground.

He felt a little broken inside.

I was just meditating and regulating my breathing for a while, so why did my usually obedient and silly disciple suddenly become mentally unstable?
He grabbed Liu Erniu by the collar and pulled him up.

"The black fog will arrive in one day at most! Hurry up and put the magic sword back and follow Master! Be obedient!"

"Master, I'm not crazy!" Liu Erniu said excitedly, "Master, you always taught me to be kind to others, and taught me that if you are poor, you should take care of yourself, and if you are rich, you should help the world. There is a third-level formation here that can remove some of the power of the black fog! If a cultivator controls it personally, it may be possible to save these people."

"You're a fucking bastard!"

Did I teach you the truth so that you can use it like this now?
Duan Chaolong was almost mad with anger and roared angrily.

"With your shallow cultivation of the sixth level of Qi Refining, what can you control? You also want to control the third-level formation? You are too capable! If you can save people with just a broken formation, wouldn't the True God of Transformation know it? Why do you, a mere Qi Refiner, need to worry about it?"

Liu Erniu stiffened his neck and loudly retorted, "What if it really works? What if those high-ranking Yuanying Zhenjun and Huashen Zhenzun think that this is more cost-effective and don't want to waste time?"

"Just now when you were meditating and regulating your breathing, a very powerful old man told me! These people should have had a chance to survive, but Yuanying Zhenjun didn't want to waste time, so they were forced to be abandoned here!"

"How do you know that those great monks of the Immortal Dao League are not deceiving us? They have already deceived us!"

ps: That. Brothers, I want to take a day off tomorrow, Red Bean Paste Private Marseille! I don't want to make up excuses to lie to you, just be honest, I can't play Black Goku and feel like ants are crawling on my body, I have no intention of writing! Four years, I have waited for four years! I have waited so long that I have gone from teaching students to being a social animal!
(End of this chapter)