Outside the Cloud Expanse Sect, by Full Moon Lake.
Between the blue sky and white clouds, a figure shot past at high speed, leaving behind a string of catchy songs:
“Ha ji mi yo nan bei lu dou~”
“A xi ha ya ku na lu~”
The person flying was none other than Limuqun.
At this moment, he hummed the quirky little tunes from memories of his past life, riding the wind between the mountain towns, clearly in a very good mood.
Fried fish, it had to be fried fish.
Those inner sect disciples spent every day thinking only about climbing the social ladder, completely forgetting to consider the efforts of the lower cultivators.
Tasks at the Fetal Respiration and Qi Cultivation stages didn’t even require him to lift a finger.
With a wave of spiritual power, any demons, monsters, or painted beauties would instantly turn to dust and vanish from the mortal realm.
The work that took up the most of his time was actually the mundane chores for mortals.
He had struggled for a long time with the cultivation method of mysterious origin—the Everlasting Spring Art—only to have the person who issued the bounty change their mind when they saw him, saying it was no longer needed.
Although he eventually got the payment through physical means, Limuqun felt in his heart that he had somehow borne some karmic burden on behalf of his outer sect senior brothers!
Well, whatever. No upstart dares disturb my Dao heart!
Now, only one last task remained before he could head back home.
He pulled a scroll from his bosom; a single page marked with checkmarks had just one last bounty task left unchecked.
“Full Moon Lake Chen Family Notice: Recently, demonic beasts have been causing chaos on the lake, with power close to Qi Cultivation Completion. The Chen Family offers one spiritual plant ‘Moist Sun Fruit’ as reward, inviting Immortal Sect disciples to assist in exterminating the beasts and restoring peace to Full Moon Lake.”
The Moist Sun Fruit was extremely precious for Qi Cultivation stage practitioners, but to hire a Foundation Establishment cultivator with it? That was still a bit insufficient.
However, by coincidence, Limuqun was not an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator.
He was a particularly poor Foundation Establishment cultivator—on the brink of going broke.
One Moist Sun Fruit perfectly suited his Lesser Yang Dao Foundation, and to him, it was already a rare and valuable immortal resource.
Moreover, a mere demonic beast at Qi Cultivation Completion stage was no match for him. It wouldn’t last five rounds under his hands.
It was practically a gift for the taking, plus he could get a demonic beast corpse.
Wearing a smile, he swiftly descended from the clouds onto Chen Family territory with a “whoosh.”
No need for words; he simply showed the Cloud Expanse Sect disciple token, and the guards by the lake wisely hurried to notify the family head.
Before long, a figure hurriedly approached Limuqun.
The man had black hair and wore a dark blue robe.
His expression was haggard; though barely over thirty, he already had many white hairs.
He bowed deeply and respectfully said:
“Lower Cultivator Chen Rubai of Full Moon Lake pays respects to the Immortal Sect envoy.”
Limuqun’s divine perception silently swept over him, instantly seeing through the man’s cultivation level.
Hmm, early Qi Cultivation stage—not bad for a mortal family, but among us, barely worthy of a lower cultivator.
Thinking about the gap between them, Limuqun straightened his already upright posture even more.
“I am Limuqun, disciple of Congealed Fat Peak, Cloud Expanse Sect. Entrusted by the sect to assist the Chen Family in exterminating demons.”
Hearing this, Chen Rubai’s aged face trembled slightly.
As if relieved, a faint smile finally appeared.
“Ah, the Immortal Envoy has arrived! The Immortal Envoy has arrived!”
“The demon has been wreaking havoc on the lake—raiding villages and slaughtering people without restraint!”
“Now that the Immortal Envoy is here, surely that demon’s end is near.”
Limuqun nodded slightly in response and got straight to the point: “Chen Dao Friend, do you know the demon’s whereabouts? Lead me quickly to exterminate it.”
Chen Rubai was momentarily stunned but quickly said:
“No need to rush, no need to rush. The Immortal Envoy has traveled far and is weary. Rubai has prepared a feast at home to welcome and refresh you.”
“My family has a few young disciples eager to discuss cultivation paths with the Envoy.”
After speaking, he seemed afraid Limuqun wouldn’t catch the hint and leaned in closer, whispering: “The Envoy may not know, but the spiritual energy at Full Moon Lake is thin, and precious materials are scarce. The only thing abundant here are beauties.”
“Previous Immortal Sect envoys have been very satisfied indeed.”
Limuqun frowned, glancing at the grinning Chen Rubai.
Lower cultivator thinking, classic lower cultivator mindset!
No wonder at his age he was still at early Qi Cultivation.
Always indulging in food, drink, and pleasure—how could one improve cultivation?
As the old saying of the ancient cultivators goes: no effort in cultivation brings only regrets in old age.
Besides, do I look like someone who’s not serious about cultivation?
Limuqun quietly used spiritual power to suppress the restlessness of a certain organ, coughed twice, and said righteously: “Chen Dao Friend, there is no need for such fuss. We have urgent matters at the sect and cannot stay long. Let us strive for a quick and decisive battle.”
So much for feigned civility.
Chen Rubai secretly spat but did not let his smile waver:
“Yes, yes. All is for the Envoy’s sake. Please rest a moment, and I will summon the family disciples to jointly slay the demon.”
Jointly slay the demon?
Lower cultivator, even more typical lower cultivator thinking!
This Chen Dao Friend is a perfect example of lower cultivator level, origin, and mindset.
A shrimp-head among shrimp-heads!
Calling in the Chen Family’s few Qi Cultivation disciples won’t bring much strength, and the demon corpse will have to be split among them.
One demon corpse killed by me, I get half, and you guys get the other half?
That’s blatant robbery!
“Chen Dao Friend, please wait.” Limuqun called out, stopping Chen Rubai in his tracks.
“May I ask if the Envoy has any further instructions?”
“Chen Dao Friend, a single demon is hardly worth mobilizing many people and wasting resources.”
“What does the Envoy mean?” Chen Rubai’s voice carried a hint of doubt.
What is this Immortal Sect envoy trying to do?
“Ah, in my opinion, the two of us are enough to intercept and kill the demon.”
“Th-this isn’t proper,” Chen Rubai stammered, but after studying Limuqun’s sincere expression, he nervously added, “The Envoy may not know, but that demon is cunning and powerful. If not surrounded by many, it may cause complications.”
See? Using lower cultivator thinking to gauge a higher cultivator again!
Limuqun stepped forward, unfazed by Chen Rubai’s thoroughly lower cultivator aura, and firmly patted his shoulder.
“Chen Dao Friend, that’s a mistake. Do you underestimate the power of Cloud Expanse Sect disciples?”
“Certainly not, certainly not,” Chen Rubai shook his head anxiously. “It’s just that the Envoy…”
Before he could finish, Limuqun waved his hand to interrupt.
“There is no ‘just that.’ Let’s set off quickly, Elder Chen.”
“Th-this…”
Oh, how wicked this Immortal Sect envoy is!
Still, he dared not disobey the ‘envoy’ and resignedly clasped his hands: “Then please board my Flying Boat. We shall go to the demon’s lair together.”
Saying so, he summoned from his storage bag a wooden boat-shaped Flying Boat, positioning it before them.
A flying spiritual device?
The moment Limuqun saw the Flying Boat, his eyes flickered with nostalgic light.
Qi Cultivation practitioners do not ride the wind directly; for convenience, they must rely on such spiritual devices.
Back when Limuqun was in Qi Cultivation, he also had a similar device called the Golden Merry.
It was bigger and flashier in design, but after ascending to Foundation Establishment, it was useless, so he reluctantly sold it.
Although flying with Chen Rubai on the Flying Boat was the quickest way, looking at the device stirred some fond memories.
He could relive some of those past pleasures.
He nodded and sat down on the Flying Boat.
“Let’s depart, Chen Dao Friend!”
Five minutes later, on Full Moon Lake.
A Flying Boat passed by. The person at the helm, following the principle of “sailing without rules brings tears to friends and family,” drove the boat properly and steadily.
Completely unaware, the passenger in the backseat—Limuqun—was already wearing a face full of disbelief.
Too slow, really too slow!
Lower cultivators even fly too slowly!
Suddenly, he somewhat understood why junior sister Jiang always called him a miscellaneous cultivator.
Trying to be a lower cultivator is truly a surefire way to be despised!