"Hiss! It's them! These are all good friends and confidantes!"
"Are they also going to challenge the Heavenly Dao Monument? This is going to be a good show!"
The geniuses near the ancient plains were instantly attracted by the charm of Mo Ji and others.
Ye Chen withdrew his gaze, and his figure flashed away from the ancient plain, flying towards the exit of the Bloody Secret Realm.
He wanted to deeply comprehend the great path of annihilation from the mortal world, and truly integrate into the mortal world to personally experience the birth, aging, sickness, and death, joys and sorrows of mortals.
After Ye Chen left the Bloody Secret Realm, he first returned to the Wuji Immortal Palace.
Xiaodie is still in seclusion in the secret room.
Ye Chen's spiritual sense passed through the stone gate and checked Xiaodie's condition.
"Yes, I have reached the Great Perfection of the Golden Immortal Realm and will soon break through to the Mysterious Immortal Realm."
His aura was stable and his foundation was solid. Ye Chen nodded with satisfaction.
Xiaodie has the memories of her past life and broke through from the realm of virtual immortal to the realm of profound immortal in just thirty years. Ye Chen did not find it strange at all.
He left the secret room with his spiritual consciousness, and left the Wuji Immortal Palace quietly without disturbing Xiaodie's retreat.
A few days later, Ye Chen transformed into an ordinary-looking young man, about twenty years old.
In a mortal town called Qinghe Town, he worked as a waiter at an inn called Yingkelai.
The inn is not big, but it is clean and tidy.
Ye Chen is busy in this inn every day, serving tea and water to guests coming and going.
Listen to them bragging about their experiences, telling stories of strange things that happened on the road, and feel the various aspects of this world.
There are no magic or Taoist techniques here, and no bloody and cruel fights between the strong.
There is only the most simple and real life of mortals, birth, old age, sickness and death, joys and sorrows, separations and reunions.
Ye Chen's state of mind became more and more peaceful in such a peaceful environment, and his understanding of the great road of extinction in the mortal world became more and more profound.
In a flash, five years passed.
In the past five years, Ye Chen has always been the diligent and quiet waiter Ye in the inn.
He lived and ate with the other guys in the inn, and was just like a poor boy in the mortal world.
Early that morning, as soon as the door of the inn opened, an old man wearing a coarse linen shirt with several patches appeared at the door.
The old man had gray hair, his face was covered with wrinkles, and his eyes looked a little cloudy.
He was leaning on a branch as a crutch, and his steps were staggering, looking extremely weak and frail.
The old man looked inside the door of the inn, wanting to come in but hesitant. After a moment, he turned around and was about to leave.
Ye Chen glanced around and noticed the old man.
"Old man, it seems that you have difficulty walking. Why don't you come in and rest your feet and drink some hot tea to warm yourself up?"
Ye Chen said as he took a step forward, wanting to support the old man.
The old man subconsciously took a step back, feeling a little reserved.
"Young man, I'm just passing by."
The old man's voice was hoarse and a little embarrassed.
Ye Chen helped the old man into the inn and found an empty table by the window.
"Old man, please sit down."
The old man sat down somewhat uncomfortably, his hands tightly gripping the branch that served as a crutch.
"Old man, what's wrong with you? I see you don't look well."
Ye Chen poured a cup of hot tea and gently pushed it in front of the old man.
The old man picked up the teacup and sighed, his voice carrying a hint of vicissitudes.
"well!"
"To be honest, young man, my family has suffered a disaster. The flood has submerged all the fields, and we have no harvest!"
The old man's eyes were slightly red.
"My old wife didn't make it either, she died in the disaster too!"
The old man's voice was choked with sobs, and a trace of sadness flashed in his turbid eyes.
"I really have no way to survive, so I thought of seeking refuge with distant relatives to see if I could have something to eat."
"But after traveling all this way, I am really exhausted."
As the old man spoke, he sighed again.
He looked around the furnishings in the inn, fearing that his worn-out clothes would dirty the place.
"Young man, I... I'm just too tired. I came in to rest my feet and will leave soon. I won't dirty your place."
The old man said this with a somewhat nervous look in his eyes, fearing that Ye Chen would dislike him.
"Old man, what are you talking about?"
A surge of pity welled up in Ye Chen’s heart.
"Just rest here and be at ease. It won't be a problem."
His voice was gentle, and he turned and walked towards the kitchen.
A moment later, he brought a bowl of hot porridge and placed it in front of the old man.
"Old man, you must be hungry after traveling all the way. Eat something first."
The aroma of porridge filled the air, and the old man's stomach growled twice.
His Adam's apple rolled and a hint of desire flashed in his eyes, but he didn't dare to take the bowl of porridge.
He raised his head and looked at Ye Chen, a hint of embarrassment on his face.
"Young man, this... I, an old man, don't have any money to pay the bill."
The old man spoke in a low voice, fearing that the innkeeper would ask him for the money after he finished eating.
Ye Chen smiled slightly, a sincere smile.
"Old man, don't worry and eat. This bowl of porridge is free."
He pushed the bowl of porridge toward the old man again, signaling him to be at ease.
"This... this really doesn't cost money?"
The old man couldn't believe his ears. There was no such thing as free breakfast in this world, so he asked again.
"Old man, please feel free to eat. It's really free."
Ye Chen spoke with certainty and gave the old man a reassuring look.
"Everyone encounters difficulties when they are away from home. A bowl of porridge is nothing."
When the old man heard this, a gleam of light flashed in his cloudy eyes, followed by deep gratitude.
"Boy, you're such a good man!"
He no longer hesitated, took the bowl of hot porridge, picked up the wooden spoon and drank it in small sips.
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