"The world of cultivation is truly a magical continent."
Standing on a green bamboo pole as a flying artifact, An Zhengzheng looked at the map in her hand with great interest.
This is something only experienced disciples have; even Anmao's study doesn't have it.
It can be seen that the spiritual energy gathers more densely around the Cold Fire Pool, which is why most cultivation sects are located near the Cold Fire Pool.
Further outwards, it spreads to cultivation families and various cities.
An Zhengzheng spent the first 120 years of her life in these two circles. The only time she went to the "suburbs" was when she took the little tiger to avenge that poor female cultivator.
Now, her experience requires her to leave these two circles.
...The rest were the places where the people lived.
Those places have little spiritual energy, so it's alright for ordinary people who haven't absorbed spiritual energy into their bodies; they can just treat it as if they're still in the human world.
However, once a cultivator draws in Qi, if their cultivation level is low and they lack spiritual energy support, they are no different from ordinary people here, but they will be retaliated against by various demonic beasts that hate cultivators.
Therefore, anyone with a cultivation level below the Golden Core stage who comes here is essentially a target for demonic beasts, and one who is completely powerless to resist.
"The first item I need to obtain for the assessment is the inner core of the bull demon."
An Zhengzheng did not forget her mission and found the place marked on the map.
Bull demons are low-level monsters, mostly appearing near mountains or farmland, and sometimes on plateaus, but those are more aggressive.
An Zhengzheng went to the plateau alone... which was completely unnecessary.
She decided to go to Anhe Village as her first stop, and it took her two whole days to fly there.
Anhe Village, as its name suggests, is traversed by a large river and has many plains, on which much of the land has been developed for cultivation.
Upon landing, they saw a spacious village, peaceful and serene. Many monsters knew that this was the first stop for the disciples' training, so they didn't dare to come.
"My lady, are you lost? Have you gotten separated from the group?"
An elderly woman carrying a basket had just come down from the mountain when she saw the figure flying in the sky from afar. She quickly came over to greet it.
An Zhengzheng could tell at a glance that the basket was full of mushrooms and wild vegetables.
"Oh my! Fairy, your face is like that..." The old woman was startled.
An Zhengzheng looked apologetic: "I'm sorry I startled you."
"No, no!" the old woman shook her head. "You're not scary."
She just didn't expect that while all the immortals in the past were fair-skinned and clean-cut, this fairy in front of her actually had withered bamboo tattooed on her face.
She was very beautiful, but it shattered her previous understanding of immortals.
An Zhengzheng smiled and explained to her, "I didn't get lost. I came out to gain experience on my own."
The old woman was a little surprised; it was rare to see someone go out for training alone, and this girl looked quite young.
However, she didn't dare to speak.
Many years ago, she called a young man "young master" for a long time before she realized that he was over four hundred years old.
Goodness, he outlived three generations of my family!
"Have any monsters or demons been causing trouble in your village lately?"
An Zhengzheng inquired about the situation.
"Thanks to you fairies and immortals, our Anhe Village is the most peaceful place."
The old woman was dressed in coarse linen clothes, but her attitude was not rude at all; she was very respectful.
This shows the high regard that monks held in the hearts of the people.
"Oh, I see... Thank you very much, Auntie."
An Zhengzheng smiled and thanked her.
"You're too kind, fairy!" the old woman asked kindly. "Would you like to stay the night? There are inns in our village, just walk this way... then turn the corner and go that way..."
He even gave her directions.
But there were too many twists and turns, and the old lady was also confused. So she simply said, "If you don't mind, fairy, I'm going home anyway, so I'll take you with me on the way."
An Zhengzheng nodded, thanking the old lady as she chatted.
Most of the poems are praises of those who cultivate immortality, occasionally interspersed with their own stories.
An Zhengzheng listened with a smile, nodding occasionally, but her eyes were carefully observing her surroundings.
Three or four women traveling together came over and, seeing the sight, asked the old woman, "Aunt Gu, are these relatives of yours?"
She didn't look like an ordinary villager; she was beautiful and fresh, just like the young ladies from the city.
"Don't talk nonsense!" Aunt Gu quickly stopped her, unable to connect immortals with mortals, and hurriedly explained, "This is a fairy who came out for a trip, she is from the Siyue Sect."
"But she..."
“I saw it clearly. It came down from the sky, flying in the air on a green bamboo! Many people in the fields saw it.”
The young woman was startled and quickly apologized, "I'm so sorry, fairy, I just said it offhand..."
Immortals usually live in groups, and it is said that their physical bodies are very pure and will not be damaged, much less intentionally damaged.
An Zhengzheng, on the other hand, had a withered bamboo tattooed on her face, making her truly different from the other immortals.
An Zhengzheng hadn't expected them to be so respectful. She smiled and said, "It's nothing."
They followed him all the way to the inn and met the innkeeper, a middle-aged man in his thirties.
Upon hearing Aunt Gu refer to An Zhengzheng as a fairy, his attitude became even more respectful: "My fairy, our shop has rooms with the Heaven, Human, and Earth elements..."
"I want a room with the highest floor plan."
Spirit stones are the common currency here. An Zhengzheng has made a lot of money from the Hundred Women Pavilion, so she naturally won't treat herself badly.
"Alright, the top-tier rooms..." The shopkeeper lowered his head to count, paused with his brush, then looked up and asked, "How many rooms do you need?"
"One room."
"A room...? You're alone?"
The shopkeeper was surprised for a moment, but after confirming it, he asked the waiter to lead the way.
An Zhengzheng said goodbye to Aunt Gu and followed the waiter upstairs.
She hadn't been tired after flying for two days, but since it was her first time in such a place with little spiritual energy, she still needed to catch her breath.
"This is truly the first time I've seen this..."
The innkeeper muttered to himself, flipping through the inn's historical records, somewhat puzzled: "Our family has run this inn for hundreds of years, for eight generations, and no immortal has ever come alone."
He carefully wrote down the day's events in his logbook, and even noted that the visitor had withered bamboo on his face.
I was taking notes when a sound suddenly came from the doorway.
"Uncle, do we have distinguished guests today?"
The shopkeeper looked up and saw his own nephew, who had entered the door with a nonchalant air.
His face darkened with resentment: "You good-for-nothing, you're always idling around, what are you doing here instead of farming properly?"
"You planted later than others to begin with. If you don't work harder, you'll have no harvest at all! How will you survive the winter if you have no harvest? Are you going to rely on relatives for help again like last year?"
The shopkeeper tried his best to persuade his nephew, but the nephew wouldn't listen to anything he said and just looked around.
The shopkeeper was furious: "What are you looking at?!"
"Uncle, who was that girl who just came in?"
She was so young and beautiful, she walked with a steady gait, and her clothes fluttered in the wind, completely unlike coarse linen clothes.
She was ethereal and beautiful, even more so than those fairies.
He followed for quite a while.
They were afraid of being discovered and dared not approach, so they didn't hear what Aunt Gu was saying to the young wives.
“Those are fairies from the Siyue Sect!” The shopkeeper wasn’t oblivious to what the young man was thinking, and he warned him coldly, “They are not people like us from the mortal world.”
"If you're so greedy for a wife, then just focus on farming and herding cattle. That's better than anything else! If you're hardworking and reliable, and have some savings, getting a wife won't be a problem."
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