Wu Erfei didn't actually fly far; he just wanted to clear his head by himself, so he only flew a few miles.
Therefore, based on Kun Wu and Wu Er's cultivation levels, they soon saw the group of demons.
Perhaps these demons were not very powerful, because after sunset they all lay down on the ground, seemingly to sleep, leaving only a few demons with relatively high cultivation to keep watch at night.
The sky is my blanket, the stone ground my mat, and I fall asleep embraced by the cold wind.
This situation can only be described as extremely tragic.
Because of their high cultivation levels, Wu Er and Kun Wu also had excellent eyesight, allowing them to see their situation from the sky, while the demons on guard on the ground did not notice them.
Wu Er felt sorry for them, but he was powerless to help them. In the current situation, there was no safe place in the world, and wherever they went, they would only be barely surviving.
Kunwu, standing to the side, looked at the suffering demons and blinked slightly. After blinking, he only looked pitiful, but before blinking, a trace of guilt appeared.
“You idiot…when did they start running away?” Kunwu asked.
Although he called them "idiots," there was no hint of joking in his tone; it seemed he genuinely pitied them.
Indeed, Kunwu has always been a kind-hearted person; otherwise, he wouldn't have stepped in to save Wuer.
Upon hearing this, Wu Er's mood dipped slightly, and he replied, "They've been with me for half a month now. I first met them at the border of the human race, but I don't know how long they had been on the run before that."
This is the truth, and the truth is also the most pitiful.
Kunwu sighed again, "It's really not easy to have lasted this long."
Life is always tenacious; even in such circumstances, they, as weak as they are, can still eke out a living.
"If only the world were at peace."
Kunwu asked Wuer again, "By the way, when you and I were talking, they mentioned a place called Pengshan, right?"
After a moment's thought, Wu Er replied, "Yes, that was made up, a lie to trick them into not giving up. Is there anything special about this place?"
Kunwu explained, "It is indeed a made-up place, but it is not made up out of thin air. It originates from a legend of the demon race."
After hearing this, Wu Er nodded.
Then Kunwu continued, "I won't go into the details of the story, but in short, Pengshan is a sacred place for the demon race, um... it's the same place as the Pure Land of your human race's Buddhist sect."
Is this the best of the world?
These demons are really simple and easy to understand. They believe it when told to go to such a place and rely on this illusory thing to keep themselves alive.
Well, you can't say that.
Perhaps... people are just that silly sometimes.
They would risk their lives for something that is neither here nor there.
Wu Er couldn't explain it either.
"Alright, I've roughly figured out how to help them." Kunwu stretched out his hand and pointed to a piece of land below, saying, "Since they want to go to Pengshan, then I will create a Pengshan."
Since we can't find one, let's make one.
To create an ideal world?
Is this possible?
Wu Er asked in confusion, "Build one? What do you really mean?"
“It means to create one,” Kunwu said.
After saying this, Kunwu took out a rope from his sleeve, with several small cloth bags tied to the end of the rope.
"I collected some seeds a while ago, and now they come in handy."
seed?
Wu Er asked again, "You want to plant flowers and plants?"
"Hmm," Kunwu responded, "Of course, Pengshan is a paradise, it can't be this desolate, can it?"
After she finished speaking, she pointed to the endless wasteland and the surrounding unsightly hills.
Wu Er looked over and found the ground to be horribly ugly, like wrinkled old clothes, which made him feel very uncomfortable.
"Then how should we plant it?"
As a sword cultivator, and a rogue cultivator who has struggled through countless trials, Wu Er has no time to learn anything else. Most of the spells he knows are for fighting, so he finds planting flowers and plants quite troublesome.
Are you suggesting that a cultivator should dig holes, bury seeds, and then water and fertilize them like an old farmer?
Wu Er is quite capable, but if he does it like that, wouldn't he be laughed at?
Kun Wu knew Wu Er's predicament, so he took the initiative to move forward and said, "Of course I'll plant them. You're such a fool, all you know how to do is fight. You're too clumsy. Just help me think of what to plant."
Wu Er didn't have any objections, since he really didn't know how to grow flowers and plants.
"What do you think should be planted on that hill?"
Kunwu pointed to a mountain in front of him and said.
As a rough and rugged man, Wu Er thought for a long time before finally saying, "Plant trees?"
This earned him a glare from Kunwu, who then pressed, "What kind of trees?"
After thinking for a while, Wu Er suddenly remembered something and said, "Loquat tree!"
"Loquat trees..." Kunwu seemed to remember something, and a smile appeared on his lips. "Let's plant loquat trees!"
As she spoke, she untied a cloth bag and poured out its contents.
This cloth bag was clearly a treasure; as soon as it was opened, several loquat seedlings appeared inside.
Under Kunwu's guidance, these loquat trees took root in that small hill.
"Grow well, everyone."
Kunwu pointed at the mountain peak, and then a surge of spiritual energy appeared.
The newly rooted saplings began to grow wildly, and in no time they grew into trees that filled the entire hillside.
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