I have a city in another world

Chapter 6873 Villages and Cultivation

At the entrance of Luer Village, several children were playing and waving long sticks in their hands.

At this moment, they were all fantasizing about becoming knights and possessing extraordinary power.

In adult stories, there are always characters with extraordinary abilities and unbelievable powers.

Children often hear stories and gradually develop fantasies, hoping that they can have the same power.

Therefore, in their daily games, children constantly play the role of heroes, fighting against all kinds of evil enemies.

In a world that is black and white, there is no need to try to distinguish who is good and who is bad, because one can tell good from evil simply by appearance and status.

Bad people are creatures who wear their badness on their sleeves.

A group of people walked in from outside the village, attracting the attention of the children.

At the front was a man in black robes, with a serious expression, as if he might reprimand someone at any moment.

Upon seeing this face, the children instinctively felt fear and involuntarily retreated from each other.

But the group of people following behind amazed the children; they had never seen such beautiful people before.

It was almost impossible to tell if they were male or female; they were slender and tall, with an indescribable air about them.

Walking among the plants and trees gives one a refreshing feeling.

Judging from their appearance, they clearly wanted to enter the village, but I wonder what their purpose was.

The children immediately skipped and jumped to inform the adults that outsiders had arrived.

Villagers gradually appeared, peeking out and eyeing the group of strangers from out of town.

Because of its remote location, the village is rarely visited by outsiders, so everyone finds it very strange.

The situation in the astral realm is unique; it has not reached a unified level, but is governed according to the specific circumstances of each region.

The wizards didn't care whether the people lived well or were happy; those things were irrelevant to them.

Most wizards prefer a diverse world, as it makes analysis and observation easier.

To achieve this goal, they used their influence to operate in secret, deliberately creating many artificial barriers to civilization.

The winds of technology could not reach the medieval regions, and the sharpness of knives and swords could not touch the primitive people's slash-and-burn agriculture.

Therefore, in the vast world of the astral plane, there are both technologically advanced modern cities and very primitive ancient tribes.

The environment in this area is quite underdeveloped, somewhat resembling the early stages of industrial civilization.

Most of the villagers are not very knowledgeable and spend their whole lives managing their own fields.

Outsiders are rarely seen, so they naturally find it very strange.

Especially among these outsiders, there are so many extremely beautiful men and women, which naturally attracts even more attention and curiosity.

"We need to stop here for a while, and we hope to get permission."

As Yves spoke, he took out a wad of banknotes and handed it to the village chief.

At the same time, he produced a certificate to prove his legal identity and that he was by no means a wandering thief.

Such proof is very easy to forge, and ordinary people simply cannot distinguish between the real and fake.

The village chief looked at everyone, thought for a moment, and then invited them into the village.

For the sake of money, he couldn't refuse a group of people in need of help, otherwise others would think that they were all a group of ignorant, backward and xenophobic farmers.

If the news gets out, it will seriously damage the village's image, which is the last thing the village chief wants to see.

His daughter, who studies in the city, had expressed her disdain and desire to change this stereotype during her last visit home.

The xenophobic and backwardness of the rural people deters city dwellers who want to travel to the villages to enjoy the natural scenery. So, let's start trying from this moment on.

At the village chief's invitation, the group arrived at the watermill, where there was a warehouse used to store grain.

The warehouse is now empty; after a quick clean, it can be used as a dwelling. Although the environment is simple, at least it can provide shelter from the wind and rain.

No one was picky, and they settled down there.

Yves' expression showed a hint of impatience; ever since he obtained the Breakthrough Scroll, he had been unable to calm down.

For cultivators, unstable emotions are a major taboo, especially when breaking through realms. It is even more important to ensure a stable mindset, otherwise serious problems may arise.

Even without being reminded, Yves knew this and had been trying to adjust his emotions.

Under the influence of this mindset, his appearance and temperament changed rapidly. He was no longer as gloomy and ruthless as before, making people feel unapproachable.

Otherwise, as soon as he arrived at the village entrance, he would probably frighten the villagers and make them afraid to have much contact with him.

He told a group of elves to stay in the watermill and not wander off, and then Yves made a fishing rod.

In the past, I was too busy to have any time to go fishing, and I even felt that such a thing was a waste of life.

But at this moment, fishing becomes an important way to regulate one's mood.

The river beside the watermill flows out of the forest, its clear water crashing against the moss-covered stones, creating waves of white foam, and you can hear the rushing sound.

Fish and shrimp swim in the cool river water, making it a perfect spot for fishing.

Finding a rock, Yves sat cross-legged on it and began to fish quietly.

He needs to adjust his mindset as soon as possible to reach the highest level, and then use the Breakthrough Scroll to complete the advancement.

Such a precious opportunity must not be missed, otherwise he would never be able to forgive himself for the rest of his life.

In the warehouse of the watermill, a group of elves sat quietly on the ground, enjoying a rare moment of peace.

Since the misfortune, they have been in a state of constant fear and anxiety, unable to stabilize their emotions.

Now, in this watermill near the river, where the water constantly surges, there are no longer outsiders to disturb them, and with thick, ancient walls serving as their outer shell, the elves' mood has finally begun to stabilize.

Then they saw the female elf who had been chosen as their spokesperson standing in front of the young man, whom only they could see.

The young man, who used to be able to lie down, can now sit up, with a gentle smile on his face, as warm and approachable as a spring breeze.

He said something, took out an item, and handed it to the female elf.

He then closed his eyes, seemingly meditating.

The female elf turned around, walked to a group of her people, and showed them the items in her hands.

"The master said that this is a spiritual medicine that can help with cultivation. After taking it, one can begin the path of cultivation."

However, because it is forcibly activated, each person will lose at least twenty years of their lifespan. This is the price of cultivation, unless one has cultivation talent, in which case such punishment can be exempted.

Now tell me, who is willing to cultivate themselves to avenge their deceased loved ones?

An elf asked the female elf, "Aish, this shouldn't be poison, otherwise why would it take away one's lifespan?"

The female elf representative named Aisha simply said, "Whether it's poison or something else, it represents the hope of revenge, but it's also a price that must be paid."

If you are unwilling, or if you are afraid, I will not force you or blame you.

As soon as she finished speaking, Aisha took out a pill and swallowed it in front of everyone.

He then placed the pill on the ground, turned around and went to a corner, where he silently began to cultivate according to the incantation that Tang Zhen had told him.

Seeing this, the other elves also did not hesitate and swallowed the pills.

Not long afterward, painful sounds came, as if someone was having their tendons and bones pulled out.