Wu Er returned to the cultivator city overnight. This cultivator city was a city built by rogue cultivators on the outskirts of the Hunyuan Sect.

To be precise, a city like this will naturally form next to a major sect.

The major sects also tacitly acknowledged its existence, intending to make use of the cultivators in the city.

There are many independent cultivators in this city, and some problems that disciples of major sects are unwilling to deal with are left here.

Because they were all independent cultivators, resources were very scarce, so they would do even the dirtiest and most tiring jobs.

Occasionally, a couple of lucky ones will be noticed by a major sect and granted a guest elder position, where they can receive some resources every month.

Of course, even the highest-ranking guest elders are still far behind the cultivators who hold important positions in major sects in terms of resources.

Wu Er and Xiao Mingmu returned to the city and to an inn run by a cultivator.

Upon entering the inn and seeing the dim lights inside, Wu Er felt as if he had survived a disaster.

Thinking about it carefully, this trip was quite dangerous.

They even managed to wear down a demon king to death, something to brag about for a while. Unfortunately, due to the fact that they were both powerful, Wu Er couldn't boast about such a significant event.

After being led to the room by Xiao Mingmu and sitting on the bed, Wu Er breathed a sigh of relief.

But before things could calm down for even a moment, the door to the room was pushed open.

Turning his head, he saw Zhang Wu, Chen Ping, Yan Zheng, and Wo Ningyan all enter Wu Er's room, their expressions anxious.

Wu Er smiled and shook his head, then said, "Oh dear, why are you all here? Can't you even let me rest for a while?"

These words sound like a complaint, but there's an indescribable sense of happiness in them.

That's why no one dislikes having someone visit them when they're injured; it's actually sad when no one comes.

While Wu Er complained verbally, he was secretly overjoyed.

I don't know why, but looking at these people who have raised me from childhood always makes me feel very comfortable and at ease.

What happened next was quite simple.

Wo Ningyan rushed over to Wu Erhuai and acted coquettishly, while the others asked her all sorts of questions, showing great concern.

Wu Er, meanwhile, smiled and comforted his fellow students.

It took quite a while to put their minds at ease.

After seeing off his fellow disciples, Wu Er naturally rested and healed his injuries by himself.

So Wu Er rested in the inn for quite some time, and his injuries were mostly healed.

Once my injuries have mostly healed, I'll have some things to take care of.

He went to sell off the few worthless demon cores he had, and then he needed to go to the Hunyuan Sect to obtain a guest elder status, as Ju Gong had promised.

Although there are no guarantees, it's unlikely that someone of such high status would break their promise for such a minor position.

As expected, when they arrived at the branch of the Hunyuan Sect in this cultivator city, Wu Er hadn't even mentioned his name yet, but simply mentioned "Guest Elder" and "Master of Merit," and the receptionist made all the necessary arrangements.

Without saying much or printing any contracts, he simply tossed two storage bags to Wu Er.

Inside were the tokens of a guest elder of the Hunyuan Sect, as well as some cultivation resources, which were presumably this month's salary.

Well, Wu Er originally thought it would be troublesome, but he didn't expect it to be so easy.

That makes sense; this can be considered hush money from Ju Gong to Wu Er, and of course, it should be given readily.

The main reason is that this third-class guest minister position is not an important one.

Now that this matter is settled, Wu Er's next step is to distribute some demon cores.

Cultivating immortality is essentially about cultivating resources.

Most cultivators struggle and toil, all for the sake of resources.

Therefore, these cultivators are generally very stingy, especially those from the Immortal Cultivation Market!

Wu Er wandered around the market for a long time, visiting five or six places that collected demon cores, haggling over prices along the way.

But those shops were all incredibly stingy, trying to lower prices whenever possible, and everyone was extremely cunning, able to make even the dead seem alive.

Even though Wu Er used all his skills and talked himself hoarse, he still couldn't get a satisfactory price.

"Shady merchants! They're all the same!"

After leaving the market, even the usually mild-mannered Wu Er couldn't help but get angry, muttering "shady merchants" under his breath.

After grumbling for a while, cursing all sorts of unscrupulous merchants, he stopped complaining.

Wu Er took out a new storage bag from his pocket, weighed it in his hand, and said, "This is all the stuff... How can this be enough?"

My fellow disciples are all cultivating and need to break through their limits, which requires a lot of resources.

Even with the offerings he received from the guest retainers today, these resources are still not enough.

Okay, looks like we need to get back to work faster.

The atmosphere in the cultivation world is quite strange right now. Although it is generally peaceful, there are constant minor conflicts.

More importantly, a few days ago, the Demon King also perished, namely the Silver Butterfly Demon King who was worn down by Wu Er.

The Demon King's fall is a signal.

Just like the gale before a storm.

In this world that is about to descend into chaos, all beings below the level of immortals are but ants, and even demon kings can perish at will.

In chaotic times, having even a little more cultivation is a greater chance of survival.

"Let's try..." Wu Er said hesitantly, "At least let's try to survive, at least I still have people to take care of..."

After saying that, he prepared to go find the next job.

Just as Wu Er was about to leave, a crisp sound suddenly rang in his ears.

The sound was very familiar... it sounded like a bell...

Wu Er will never forget that voice, and he will never forget that person.

After all, this person's help to him was like a divine favor, and he had saved him many times.

Wu Er owes this person too much, but unfortunately, this person's whereabouts are elusive, and his identity is also very mysterious.

So even if you want to see them, you can't, and you can never repay the debt of gratitude.

Hearing the bell ring again, Wu Er naturally pricked up his ears and searched for the source of the sound.

His gaze swept across the road, taking in the pedestrians on the street.

Finally, in the shimmering sunlight, Wu Er spotted the golden bell.

Even after so many years, that bell is still so bright.

Having found his target, Wu Er naturally followed.

This was someone he longed to see, and could be considered one of his few friends in the cultivation world...

My pace quickened, and my breathing became heavier.

We were initially walking briskly, but now we're running.

If it weren't for the fact that flying wasn't prohibited in the cultivator city, Wu Er would probably have taken to the air.

Turn off the main street and walk through the alley.

We came to a quiet riverbank. The water was very clear, and the fine sand at the bottom of the river could be seen under the sunlight.

There is a small pavilion on the shore not far away.

The pavilion was small and simple, but it had a unique charm because it was built next to the river.

Two people stood in the center of the pavilion, and one of them had a golden bell hanging from his hand.

Seeing this, Wu Er smiled...