In the quiet little courtyard, the state he presented was the most real. He was not the favored son of the Guangxiu Immortal Sect, nor was he a talented person who was the focus of everyone's attention, but just a simple young man.

"Brother Sheng, why can't I see your cultivation?"

When it comes to Mr. Chen, he won't play tricks. He just says whatever he wants to say and asks directly.

"It's not long since I broke through, how could I break through again? I'm still at the second level of Qi Refining."

Chen Sheng said casually: "I have practiced a breath-retaining technique."

According to Deacon Zhou, Chen Ergou is already a cultivator at the seventh level of Qi Refining, five small realms higher than him.

Even so, it is still impossible to see through his cultivation level. It seems that his practice of Taixuan Breath-Retaining Technique is still very successful.

"The second level of Qi Refining is too slow."

Chen Ergou felt a little uncomfortable. Chen Sheng had already entered the sect for three or four years, but he had only reached the second level of Qi Refining. With this speed of cultivation, even a casual cultivator without any support could surpass him, not to mention those in the Guangxiu Immortal Sect.

"It's okay to go slow, just walk steadily."

Mr. Chen's heart was very stable and he didn't seem impatient at all.

He knows his own path clearly, but others don't understand it, even if I explain it to them.

"That's what I said, but God won't forgive me."

Chen Ergou's cultivation became more and more profound, and he could feel the existence of lifespan more and more, but he was heading towards the direction of being able to break through it.

On the road to becoming an immortal, time sometimes passes by in the blink of an eye.

He thought Mr. Chen didn't understand, so he was very worried. He didn't want his eldest brother to regret it when he was old.

"You're so young, and you're already worrying about this."

Mr. Chen was both moved and amused. The only thing he was not afraid of was the torment of time.

On the other hand, Chen Ergou, at a young age, understands the value of time and is already better than many cultivators.

"That's right. We are in our prime, so we should travel the world with swords and be free and unrestrained."

Chen Ergou changed the subject, but he did not let go of his worries. He thought: "Brother Sheng, let's go to the world of immortal cultivation. You have been cultivating for so long and have never been out."

These words were covered with the appearance of youthful vigor, but in reality they were spoken by a cultivator at the seventh level of Qi Refining, who was planning to act as a protector for a novice at the second level of Qi Refining.

"Going to the world of immortal cultivation? It's better to say it's killing monsters and leveling up."

Mr. Chen saw through Chen Ergou's thoughts, but this worry was actually completely unnecessary. However, there was one thing that made him not want to refuse.

That is, he has been practicing for several years, but has always stayed in the Guangxiu Immortal Sect. Now that Chen Ergou said this, he really has the urge to go out and see the world of immortal cultivation.

"That's a deal."

Chen Ergou knew Chen Sheng well. When he heard that his elder brother did not refuse directly, he was a little moved, so he struck while the iron was hot and made the decision immediately.

"Where are you going?"

Although he was planning to go out, Chen Sheng still had concerns. Although he was immortal, his methods at the second level of Qi Refining made it difficult for him to cause harm to other cultivators.

Chen Ergou's strength is good among the younger generation, but there is also the possibility of failure.

The two of them cannot play high-end games. Once the situation turns around, he will be immortal and destined to survive, but it's a pity for Chen Ergou.

"To Chen State."

Chen Ergou had a plan in mind and quickly said a place.

The State of Chen was a weak dynasty under the jurisdiction of the Guangxiu Immortal Sect. Its land was barren and any cultivator could make a name for themselves.

He is at the seventh level of Qi Refining, which is among the top powers in Chen State. If he accompanies Chen Sheng, nothing unexpected will happen.

"Can."

…

Chen State.

Yufang County.

Taikang City.

This is an ancient and majestic city with a long history. It has stood the test of three dynasties and has many historical sites and traces of literati and poets.

Among them, there was a restaurant where three top scholars stayed and left their calligraphy. It was also known as the Top Scholar Building and was the best building in Taikang City.

"I climbed up high and looked down at the world. I never thought that I would have such a day."

In the Zhuangyuan Building, a sturdy young man stood with his hands behind his back, looking down from the rooftop. At a height of about 15 meters, each person was as small as an ant.

Who could have thought that a poor boy who could not even get enough to eat three or four years ago would one day come to this place where he once felt happy just by looking at it, and eat and talk without any care.

"The proud son of the Guangxiu Immortal Sect actually expressed such emotion. If others heard it, they would laugh at him."

Mr. Chen joked that with Chen Ergou's current status, he could tear down Taikang City and rebuild it with just one word.

Today I feel sad that it is just the end of a fantasy dream in my youth.

I am afraid that after experiencing the Chen Kingdom, Chen Ergou's character and wisdom will become more profound, and he will let go of the past and make progress courageously.

"Brother Sheng, I always remember that before I was admitted to the Immortal Sect, I was called a mud-legged peasant."

Chen Ergou also laughed. He didn't care about the past at all. He said, "Before, I would feel inferior when being called a mud-legged peasant, but now I don't. Have I changed? No, I am still myself. In the final analysis, what makes people confident is just this identity and this ability."

Therefore, he was really, really grateful to Mr. Chen, his elder brother, who gave him the opportunity to soar to the sky.

"Have a drink."

Mr. Chen felt that there was no need to say too much at this moment, a glass of wine would be enough to tell everything.

The two clinked their glasses and drank it all in one gulp. The spicy taste spread in their throats, and a refreshing "squeak" sound came out of their mouths.

"Youngster, where are you going!"

The street below Zhuangyuan Building suddenly became chaotic.

An old Taoist priest who was full of vigor and vitality, with no signs of aging at all, moved his feet lightly as if he could control the strong wind, and could easily jump several feet high.

In front of him was a disheveled young man, his brocade robe was torn, and there were sword wounds on the back of his arms. The blood had dried and become hard after the wind blew.

"Since when have immortal cultivators been willing to become running dogs of the powerful and wealthy?"

Hua Yuncang ran away, cursing loudly, showing the character of a typical chivalrous young man.

The cause of the incident was that the beloved son of the Yufang County Magistrate was bullying the people in the market, abducting women, and even beating and killing dozens of brave men.

So, one night, a chivalrous young man who loved to enforce justice sneaked into the county magistrate's mansion and took off the head of the playboy.

Unexpectedly, there was a master in the county magistrate's mansion, namely the Taoist Ziyun, who pursued him relentlessly as if the person who died was his son.

"It's just that you killed the county governor's beloved son. This head is really valuable."

Taoist Ziyun laughed, saying that there were still some spiritual herbs that had been leaked in the human dynasty. The governor of Yufang County promised him that if he could take the head of this chivalrous young man, he would give him the 500-year-old ginseng that was treasured by his family.

"Old bastard, what kind of immortal are you cultivating? What kind of Tao are you seeking? Pah."

The young man was also very fierce. When being chased by the old Taoist priest, he didn't even say a word to beg for mercy.

As an immortal cultivator, Taoist Ziyun is always a guest of honor wherever he goes. But today, he was insulted by a young man, and he was furious and murderous.

(End of this chapter)