Cultivating immortals is a hard job

The crisp chirping of birds rang in my ears, and the aroma of medicine mixed with the fragrance of morning earth filled my nose.

There were not many furnishings in the room, just a bamboo bed, a pair of tables and chairs, and a young man with a thin cheek and a pale face was lying on the bamboo bed.

This person is none other than Mo Xun.

At this moment, Mo Xun's breath was weak, and his body and limbs were wrapped in circles of bandages.

After an unknown amount of time, Mo Xun's brows moved slightly, and a pair of tired eyes slowly opened. There was not much sparkle in his eyes.

As his vision gradually became clearer, fragmented memories began to emerge in his mind.

After a long time, he moved his hands and feet with great effort, and then he discovered that all his bones and meridians were broken.

He hurriedly used his spiritual power to feel his Dantian. Fortunately, the spiritual power in his meridians was functioning normally.

But his cultivation level fell directly to the third level of Qi Refining.

Fortunately, I saved my life and my foundation is still there.

As for physical damage, for the immortal cultivator, it is nothing more than a matter of a few pills, and the realm of cultivation can also be restored through cultivation.

Mo Xun suddenly said "Hey". Although he couldn't move, his spiritual awareness was still there.

What surprised him was that the spiritual energy here was much richer than any other place he had been to before.

He remembered that before he fell into coma, he was above the boundless sea. Could it be that after being rescued, he was brought to Baiye City?

That's not right. After all, he spent some time in Baiye City, and the aura there was much inferior to that here.

I am afraid that only a large sect can possess such a beautiful place. When thinking of a large sect, he immediately thought of Jiuli Palace.

After all, within these tens of thousands of miles, there is only one such sect.

While he was thinking, his spiritual consciousness keenly captured that someone was coming.

This is a young man of fifteen or sixteen years old. He is dressed as a hunter and has no cultivation at all.

After seeing that Mo Xun was awake, the man quickly shouted "Master" outside the door, and then said excitedly: "You finally woke up!"

Not long after, an old man with gray hair walked in from the door. His back was slightly stooped and he looked like he was in his sixties.

"What's wrong?"

"Grandpa, this man is alive!"

Seeing his grandson's reckless and happy look, the old man patted his shoulder lovingly, and then came to Mo Xun's side.

"I didn't expect that you were so lucky and injured so badly, but you could still survive."

Mo Xun pursed his dry lips and asked weakly: "Did you save me?"

The old man stroked his beard and smiled. His grandson cleverly moved a stool. After sitting down, he felt Mo Xun's pulse with one hand.

"That's right, but you still have a strong desire to survive. If it were anyone else, I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to hold on long ago."

Mo Xun's mind is quite messy now, and he really has too many doubts in his heart.

After organizing some words, he asked: "Old man, where am I?"

"This place is called Tianqiong Mountain!"

Tianqiong Mountain?

Mo Xun searched his memory for a while, but couldn't find the name.

"I wonder how far it is from Baiye City?"

This time it was the old man who was confused.

"Hundred Leaf City? I've never heard of it, but the one closest to here is Qiu Mingcheng."

The old man's skinny fingers moved away from Mo Xun's wrist, and then he said: "I have saved my life, but you still need to rest. But for the rest of your life, I'm afraid..."

Having said this, the old man sighed heavily.

Mo Xun naturally understood what he meant. If he were an ordinary person, his bones would be shattered and he would be a useless person.

But his current thoughts are not at all on the injury.

He has traveled to more than half of the five southern kingdoms. Even if he has never been to some famous cities, he has basically heard of them.

Could it be that this city is a mortal city?

But soon, he overturned this idea. After all, how could such a beautiful place not be occupied by the Immortal Cultivation Sect?

"May I ask what country this place belongs to?"

"country?"

The old man didn't seem to hear clearly, or in other words, he didn't understand what Mo Xun meant.

"Which country governs this place?"

The old man shook his head: "I have never heard of the country you mentioned, but this place is considered the sphere of influence of the Seven Star Sect, the Moon Sect."

Lanyue Sect?

Mo Xun frowned again. He had never heard of the Lan Yue Sect.

These strange names made Mo Xun confused. The key point was that this place did not belong to any country, but was governed by a sect, which was a bit strange.

"Have you never heard of the Five Kingdoms of Southern Xinjiang?"

Seeing the old man shaking his head again, a bad feeling suddenly arose in Mo Xun's heart.

Could it be said that this place is the ninth sect of the devil?

With this thought, he remembered the person who was chasing him. Could it be that he was taken to the Demon Sect's territory by this person after he passed out?

But why?

Since that man wanted to avenge his brother, it would be easier to just kill him, so why bother?

Mo Xun asked tentatively again: "Does this place belong to the Demon Sect?"

"Demon Sect? I have never heard of it, but from what I heard from the young master, you seem to be an immortal cultivator, an old mortal, and my knowledge of the divisions of your immortal world is really limited. If you want to find out more, I'm afraid you have to go Qiu Mingcheng."

When the old man said the second half of the sentence, his tone was obviously a little cold.

Mo Xun looked at the two people in front of him in doubt. It was the first time he met a mortal who could look at a cultivator so calmly.

Without getting any useful information, Mo Xun could only ask about his situation after he fell into a coma.

It turned out that the two found him in a valley. Because he was still alive, they tried to treat him with the attitude of dying horse as living horse.

As for why he appeared here, it is unknown.

The old man and the young man were surnamed Sun. They were both hunters in the mountains. The old man knew a little about medicine. On weekdays, he would collect some medicinal herbs and take them down the mountain to exchange for money.

The place where they lived here was also a thatched hut built by the two.

"Lu'er, go outside and bring in the ground herbs and replace them for this young man. I'll go make some food for him."

After the old man left, the young man named Sun Lu immediately lay down beside Mo Xun and asked excitedly: "Are you really a cultivator?"

Mo Xun nodded in confusion. He was not afraid of revealing his identity. After all, if these two people were really against him, they would not go to the trouble to rescue him.

And even if he couldn't move now, it would be easy to deal with two mortals without any magic power.

"Then can you teach me to practice?"

Mo Xun blinked in surprise. The attitudes of the grandfather and grandson towards cultivation seemed to be completely different.

"Practicing requires spiritual roots. Do you have them?"