Handbook of Survival in the World of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 105 12: Be obedient

Yu Guisi sat in the darkness, allowing the darkness to cover him.

Recalling everything that happened before, Yu Guisi would even think that he was still in a dream if he hadn't had the experience of struggling out of the dream.

Not wanting to recall the process of groping for the way in that dark place with the unspeakable smell, Yu Guisi swore in his heart that he would never go to that place again.

It was only after thinking about it that I suddenly realized that there is still such an operation as shielding the senses! ... Then Yu Guisi immediately began to doubt his IQ.

Although he has made up his mind not to be indecisive in the future, things will not always develop as he thinks.

It seems like things backfired no matter what.

Ignoring Yan Binghong's substantive eyes as much as possible, Yu Guisi thought that this man can be seen even if he is so dark!After thinking about it, this person is actually not a human but a snake. It is reasonable for him to be able to see in the dark...

But I really provoked someone!
Yu Guisi wanted to cry but had no tears. At this time, he missed Bai Yingshu a little. If Bai Yingshu was here, at least his psychological pressure would be less.

Yu Guisi shrank into a corner, which could increase a little sense of security, but it didn't help. There were a lot of golden core stage monks around him, and he was a middle stage foundation builder, and he was really under great pressure.

If it weren't for the existence of the leader among them—or the captain, it could be said that he had made it clear that he would not do anything to them, but it is impossible for Yan Binghong and Yu Guisi to live in peace like this now.

Well... Actually, it is impossible for Yu Guisi to be safe and sound just being stared at by Yan Binghong.

In Xia's wilderness exploration team before, Yan Binghong was actually ready to make a move, but because of Bai Yingshu's protection, he didn't make a move.

As for the group of people around, knowing that the difference in strength is so great and the gap in level is insurmountable, Yu Guisi is of course very aware of his situation, and huddled in a corner trying to reduce his sense of existence.

Even Yan Binghong, a monk at the Jindan stage, just sat obediently on the side and didn't dare to do anything more, because the group of people surrounding the two of them were all of a higher realm than them.

Placed in the small world of Qingluan in the current Dharma-ending era, humans with the highest cultivation base of the golden core in the middle stage can be said to be extremely talented, and although monsters practice faster and much easier than human monks, they are also easy to get stuck in the golden core. Dan realm is difficult to improve.

Not to mention anything else, just take the wasteland exploration team of the Xia family as an example. At the early stage of the first-level Jindan like Bai Yingshu, he is already at the middle level of the entire team; Yan Binghong is much older than Bai Yingshu, but he is only with Bai Yingshu's cultivation was about the same; as for Guisi... he was at the bottom of the team.

And now, the group of people surrounding them all had the lowest realm of the ninth rank of Golden Core, and the best among them was something that Yan Binghong and Yu Guisi had never seen before... Nascent Soul stage monks!

Shocked by coercion, for the time being, he can only be obedient and not act rashly.

Yu Guisi settled down and put aside other distracting thoughts. Anyway, he can't run now, and even resistance will be easily suppressed. The difference in realm is really too big... Yu Guisi gave up resistance and started to look after himself instead Meditating on the ground, he absorbed the aura of heaven and earth that was a hundred times stronger than that on the wasteland, and began to enrich himself.

Yan Binghong, who had been paying attention to Yu Guisi's every move, gave him a squinting look, as if surprised by Yu Guisi's unreasonable playing of cards at this time.

What are you doing, kid...

After thinking for a while, Yan Binghong squeezed his cuffs tightly and waved his hand unintentionally, throwing something into the shadows.

　I'm trying to set up a game, and then I'm a bit out of ideas when I find an entry point. Let me think about it... slipped away

　　
　
(End of this chapter)