Chapter 2: The magical world of immortal cultivation! Is this considered an interview? "Mr. Liu, you are a smart man." In a daze, Jiajing heard a hoarse, smoky voice of a middle-aged man. "You know what's going on in the Great Wilderness right now. It's in chaos." “All the independent cultivators who have some power have gathered here. Also, all the big sects, all the evil spirits have gathered here. Tsk tsk…” "There are also ancient beasts deep in the wilderness, and they are all going crazy. Those of us living in the wilderness are in danger at any moment." Jiajing felt that his body was slowly regaining control. Somehow he understood that this was his body adapting to this world, and that this situation would not happen again the next time he entered. For a moment, Jiajing felt relaxed. While listening to the noises around him, he began to think secretly.
"Great Wilderness? Which star field is it in the world of immortal cultivation? The Big Dipper, the Southern Dipper, the Three Enclosures? Or is it one of the twenty-eight stars?" The moment the golden finger awakened, he had a general impression of the big map of the world of cultivation in his mind. The world of immortal cultivation is not just a single planet, but a group of shining stars, constructing star fields and dividing them into star regions. Moreover, the regional divisions of the world of immortal cultivation seem to correspond to the names of the Big Dipper, the Southern Dipper, and the Three Enclosures and Twenty-Eight Mansions in the sky. But I don’t know about any specific realm or city. "The first leader of my Black Wind Village is a great cultivator in the Golden Core Stage, and the second and third leaders are also strong men in the Foundation Establishment Stage." At this time, the hoarse middle-aged male voice sounded again. Black Wind Village? Great Jindan cultivators, strong foundation builders? Could it be in some mountain bandit village where immortals are cultivated? Jiajing pondered in his heart. The terms such as the Golden Core Stage and the Foundation Establishment Stage were both unfamiliar and familiar to him. He was immediately certain that this was the realm of cultivating immortals. I didn’t expect that the realm described in fantasy novels actually exists! "Once the reclamation is completed, Black Wind Village will be granted a title by the academy and allowed to establish a sect. It will then be a medium-sized sect." "We promise that you will be the elder of the sect by then! And there will definitely be one more seventh-rank mortal family in Sifang City. Even if your grandson cannot practice cultivation, he will be able to live a worry-free life in the family in the future!" "Moreover, the new sect leader will enjoy the protection of the academy's rules within three generations, and there will be no situation of any forces squeezing or annexing him." “Once the headmaster breaks through to the Nascent Soul stage, Black Wind Village will be a sect with a Nascent Soul ancestor in charge, and its future will be limitless…” The smoky male voice was persuasive and seemed to be painting a grand blueprint. "I have agreed to join the Yellow Wind Valley..." Finally, the old voice seemed to have been hit on the point, and there was hesitation in its tone. "It's just the Yellow Wind Valley. They're all doing shameful things. Do they think they're human just because they have a decent name?" The smoky-voiced man's voice revealed disdain. "The predecessor of Huangfeng Valley was Huangfeng Village. The head of the village was also in the Golden Core Stage, but that old man has no hope of reaching the Nascent Soul Stage in this lifetime!" "Our leader is in his prime and has unlimited potential. Do they dare to snatch back the people that my Black Wind Village wants?" "If Huang Fenggu knows what's best for him, then that's fine. But if he doesn't..." At this point, the smoky-voiced man sneered and said: "It's reasonable to start a war and have a few people die, right?
We are all scumbags. Allowing us to participate in the land reclamation is a blessing to the academy. Why would they care about the life and death of scum like us?" After that, there was a long silence. However, Jiajing knew that the old man had been persuaded. Sure enough, after a while, the old voice seemed to have made up its mind and said, "Okay, I agree to join you!" "Hahaha, great!" The smoky-voiced man laughed loudly, "With Elder Liu joining us, our Black Wind Village will definitely be able to open up a trade route!" "Someone, come! Take Elder Liu to rest quickly, don't delay!" There was the sound of a door opening, followed by the sound of footsteps, and the room seemed to become quiet. It was also at this time that Jiajing suddenly felt an itchy throat. "——Cough!" After a cough, his body completely recovered. He sat up subconsciously, and then had another violent cough. After a long while, his throat finally felt much better, and Jiajing looked up and took in the current environment. In a cell of about ten square meters. Bright beams of light shone in from three bowl-sized stone windows. In the light, dust floated. He was sitting on a pile of hay. Prison cell? Jiajing didn't expect that he would appear in a prison cell after entering the world of cultivating immortals and waking up again. "Sir, you're awake." At this time, a hoarse voice from a smoker sounded in his ears. Jiajing came back to his senses and turned his head to look towards the voice. A skinny, dark-skinned middle-aged man wearing a black linen shirt with his chest exposed. The man looked very unkempt. There were some mud spots on the dark face. Her hair was tied up in a loose bun with a wooden hairpin. Her baggy and thick trousers had several holes in them. She wore a pair of straw sandals on her feet, revealing her dark insteps. With one hand on his waist and the other hand constantly grabbing behind his back, he held a piece of hay between his teeth with a faint smile on his face. Seeing him wake up, a look of joy appeared on her face. If he hadn't guessed in his mind that this was a den of bandits, he would have thought the person in front of him was a beggar! "Where is this?" Jiajing asked. "Dahuang, Black Wind Village." The man said, took a step forward, came in front of Jiajing, and sat down. "When the brothers went down the mountain to pick up Master Liu, they found the gentleman on the side of the road and brought him back." The man said, looking at Jiajing. Are you going to interrogate me? Jiajing nodded thoughtfully, but in his heart he had already started thinking about how to answer. He had no choice but to pay attention to a world that was completely unknown except for the realm of cultivating immortals, which was similar to the realm in later fairy tales. "Are you a spy, sir?" The man suddenly asked very bluntly. Is it so straightforward? I say I don't believe it, do you believe it? Jiajing was stunned by the other party's question and didn't know how to answer for a moment. "I..." Just as he was about to speak, he saw the man stretch out a hand, and then a scene that surprised Jiajing appeared. I saw a mirror as big as a human face appear in the man’s palm.
Looking at his face in the mirror, Jiajing became alert, "Is this a magical weapon for immortal cultivators?" The person in front of me is also a cultivator! "Sir, just answer me truthfully," the middle-aged man said, "My natal object will judge whether what you say is true or false." A lie detector? Could it be the magic weapon from the novel? No wonder the other party asked so directly if I was a spy. "I'm not a spy." Jiajing shook his head. However, his eyes were fixed on the mirror, which was covered with a layer of mysterious light under the sunlight. The mirror was seen spinning slowly above the man's palm. The cell became increasingly quiet. Jiajing stared at the mirror, motionless. He could even hear his own breathing. However, the mirror did not move at all. "Okay." The man suddenly smiled, then turned his hand, put away the mirror, looked at Jiajing with a smile on his face. Is that all? No more questions? Jiajing was puzzled. Even if I'm not a spy, don't you ask about my identity or background? Aren't these important? "Mr. Guan looks like a scholar?" The middle-aged man asked Jiajing with a smile, with expectation on his dark face. Do cultivators also have expectations of scholars? Although he was confused, Jiajing nodded and said, "I have read books." In his words, he was always neither humble nor arrogant! If he had not awakened his memories of his past life, he would have treated the cultivators as immortals. However, with his memories of his later life and a broader perspective, he naturally would not behave so badly. Moreover, judging from the man's expression, he seemed to care quite a lot about scholars. When the middle-aged man heard Jiajing say that he had studied, his eyes lit up, his smile grew wider, and he leaned forward unconsciously and said: "Then may I ask, sir, how can we open up a sect and establish a family so that the sect and family can last forever and prosper for a long time?" Hmm? Is this an interview? Looking at the undisguised recruitment intention on the other party's face, and thinking about the conversation between him and another person just now, he was also recruiting talents... Jiajing knew that the next answer might determine whether he would stay or go. "..." New book, those who have votes can vote, those who don’t have votes can also post a comment to show support, thank you~~~ (End of this chapter)