"Huniu, don't be silly. If you Cultivate with the Immortal, you won't have to suffer anymore!"
Jiang Ping'an saw Huniu throwing a tantrum and quickly shouted to comfort her.
He heard that Immortals could live forever, that Immortals would never go hungry, and that Immortals would not be bullied by soldiers.
This was an opportunity, an opportunity to change Huniu's life.
Huniu was still young and didn't understand what this meant, but Jiang Ping'an did.
Although he was disappointed that he was looked down upon by the other party, it didn't matter; he had the Treasure Basin, and it was fine if he never had to worry about food and clothing his whole life.
"No! I only want Brother Ping'an!" Li Yuanyuan cried loudly, waving her candied hawthorn.
The woman smiled and said, "If you don't Cultivate, your Brother Ping'an might be killed by bandits in the future. Do you want your Brother Ping'an to die?"
"No!" Li Yuanyuan shouted in fright.
Jiang Ping'an was her last living relative, and she didn't want to lose him.
"Then you must Cultivate."
"But..."
"For your Brother Ping'an's future happiness, you must Cultivate. My taking you now is so that you two can meet again."
The woman threw down a useless breathing technique and three Spirit Stones.
"I have given your Brother Ping'an a Cultivation method and Cultivation resources, so he won't be bullied by others."
Li Yuanyuan wanted to say something else, but the woman blew a breath at her, and Li Yuanyuan immediately fainted.
Once this girl embarked on Cultivation and grew a little older, she would forget this so-called Brother Ping'an.
The few women transformed into a streak of light and disappeared, without saying a word to Jiang Ping'an, without paying him any mind.
Watching Huniu being taken away, Jiang Ping'an felt empty inside.
He felt as if he was the only one left in the entire world, and from then on, his life had no destination.
However, he was also happy for Huniu; she would be able to become an Immortal and live happily ever after.
Jiang Ping'an took a deep breath, calming his complex emotions.
He walked over to the book and three crystal-clear stones that the Immortal had dropped.
The other party said these were a Cultivation method and Cultivation resources, and they felt very valuable.
Could he achieve Immortal Ascension if he learned them?
If he could achieve Immortal Ascension, why didn't they take him?
Jiang Ping'an put the items back in his room, temporarily ignoring them, and instead buried the villagers' bodies.
Although his relationship with the villagers was generally average, they had all helped him more or less.
Now that everyone had been killed, he couldn't let their bodies rot outside and be eaten by wild dogs.
He spent a day carrying the villagers into a pit and burying them.
Li Min was buried separately in one spot; he would get a tombstone later. Huniu might return to pay respects after achieving Immortal Ascension, and he couldn't let her be unable to find her father.
As night fell, Jiang Ping'an sat in front of the thatched hut. The village was empty, the dog barking was gone, only the sound of mosquitoes remained, and a sense of loneliness welled up in his heart.
His parents were dead, the villagers were dead, Huniu was gone, leaving only himself.
Looking at the book in his hand, Jiang Ping'an gently stroked it.
"I swear, if I can Cultivate, I will kill all the soldiers who oppress the common people!"
"I swear, if I can Cultivate, I will kill all the bandits I encounter!"
"I swear, if I can Cultivate, I will do my utmost to protect everyone I deem worthy of protection!"
The stars twinkled, the night sky was azure, the young boy's body was frail, but his eyes were incredibly bright.
He lit the remaining oil lamp of the villagers and opened the book titled "Detailed Explanation of the Thick Earth Breathing Technique."
Fortunately, his father often taught him to read, so he could understand what was written on it.
It said to use one's mind to control the rhythm of breathing, allowing the body to absorb Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi and open up the Meridians within the body.
The book also stated that opening ten Meridians was considered complete mastery, which could be used for Foundation Establishment.
What was Foundation Establishment?
Jiang Ping'an didn't understand.
But he didn't need to; he just had to follow what was written.
He also discovered that when he Cultivated with the strange white stones, his Cultivation would accelerate, making his body very comfortable.
After a night passed, Jiang Ping'an was shocked to find that he wasn't tired at all!
Not only that, but he felt more energetic than ever before!
This made him very happy; perhaps he could also achieve Immortal Ascension in the future!
He simply made some rice and continued to Cultivate according to the instructions.
Soon, two of the Spirit Stones in his hand shattered.
Only one remained.
"I wonder where I can get more of these stones."
He realized the preciousness of these stones, but their quantity was limited.
Two-tenths of the first Meridian had already been developed; with eight more Spirit Stones, perhaps the first Meridian mentioned in the book could be opened.
Jiang Ping'an was about to use the last Spirit Stone when he suddenly thought of something and stopped.
When the bronze basin was able to replicate resources, he tentatively placed the white stone into it.
Yes, he wanted to replicate this stone.
But he didn't know if it would succeed; he was just trying.
As a ray of light flashed from the Treasure Basin, Jiang Ping'an looked sharply into the basin, then his face revealed wild joy.
A large pile of Spirit Stones appeared in the Treasure Basin!
It turned out that the Treasure Basin could not only replicate copper coins but also Spirit Stones!
No, perhaps the Treasure Basin could replicate anything!
Jiang Ping'an's breathing quickened; for a young boy, this was a very exciting thing.
He heavily kissed the Treasure Basin, picked up a white stone, and continued to Cultivate.
After about a day, eight Spirit Stones were used up.
"Crack ~"
Jiang Ping'an's first Meridian was opened, and a cracking sound came from within his body.
According to the book, he had officially entered the first level of Qi Refinement.
At this moment, the thin Jiang Ping'an grew slightly taller, and his skin was no longer so dark.
Most importantly, he felt his strength increase significantly, as if he had inexhaustible power.
A strange energy flowed back and forth within his body, following the Meridians he had opened.
The book said this power was called Spiritual Qi.
"Clip-clop-clop ~"
"Where did everyone go!"
As a burst of hooves sounded, curses followed.
Jiang Ping'an's expression suddenly changed, and he quickly put away the Treasure Basin.
The tax-collecting soldiers had arrived!
He prepared ten copper coins, opened the door, and walked out, saying to the only soldier, "I want to report to the authorities, all the villagers were killed by bandits."
"Killed by bandits again?"
Yang Yuan's face darkened. This was already the third village to be massacred, meaning three fewer villages' worth of money collected.
"How come you didn't die?" Yang Yuan dismounted and questioned.
"I was lucky to be out and escaped. When will the soldiers suppress the bandits and bring peace to the common people?"
Jiang Ping'an deeply hated bandits; they robbed and killed, absolute scoundrels.
If the soldiers and bandits fought, it would be like dogs biting dogs.
"Damn it, how dare you question me! Since everyone in your village is dead, there's no use in you living. Go to hell."
Because he hadn't collected much money and wouldn't get much in kickbacks, Yang Yuan was in a fit of pique and needed to vent his emotions.
Seeing this boy dare to question him, he drew his sword and walked over.
Jiang Ping'an's face changed drastically, and he kept backing away, "You are a soldier, how can you kill people indiscriminately!"
"Who would know if I killed you?" Yang Yuan's expression was ferocious as he swung his sword.
In that instant, many images flashed through Jiang Ping'an's mind: his mother, who died of exhaustion in the fields; his father, gnawed beyond recognition by a tiger; himself being beaten... At this moment, Jiang Ping'an erupted, gathering all the power within his body and pouring it into his fist, roaring in anger.
"If I'm going to die, we die together!"
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