Cultivating Immortality Starts with Rubbing a Computer

Chapter 72 Homecoming
In another Class B suite.

Fang Jun took the Guixin Fruit from Chu Ning and said, "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Chu. Otherwise, I don't know how many more spirit stones I would have spent."

Chu Ning waved his hand: "You're welcome. It's my fault. If I had known that the Guixin Fruit was so important to you, I should have exchanged it from someone else."

Fang Jun was surprised: "You actually exchanged it from someone else. I can make up the difference in price, no matter how much you spent."

Chu Ning smiled and said, "You're mistaken. Actually, I'm making a profit selling it to you for 400 spirit stones. It's not something I found specifically for you."

Fang Jun said: "But I also owe you a favor, fellow Taoist."

Chu Ning changed the subject: "By the way, I want to tell you something. He Yanghui, the one bidding against you, is a narrow-minded person."

"This matter may not be over yet."

"I've heard that the independent cultivators who had conflicts with him always disappeared inexplicably."

Fang Jun looked shocked and asked, "Does he dare to kill someone on the boat?"

Chu Ning shook his head: "Of course I don't dare."

"But if I don't kill you, and I beat you up, no one else can say anything."

"The monks in Guantian Palace won't care."

Fang Jun seemed relieved. "So it was a beating. That's nothing."

Chu Ning said, "This beating can be divided into light injuries and severe injuries. There are many tricks involved, but it's not that simple."

Fang Jun nodded: "I know what's going on, don't worry too much, Fellow Daoist Chu."

Chu Ning sighed, "Since Fellow Daoist Li knows what's going on, I won't try to persuade him any further. Remember, if you have any problems, you can come to me. I will help you. You're welcome."

Fang Jun said, "Thank you very much, Fellow Daoist Chu."

After Fang Jun left, a female cultivator appeared in Chu Ning's suite, and it was Yu Rui.

Yu Rui sneered, "That independent cultivator you deliberately befriended is a bit ungrateful. He actually refused to join your army."

Chu Ning shook his head and said, "I treated him like this not because I wanted to recruit him into my team."

Yu Rui's expression was filled with disbelief: "If you don't want to recruit him, why are you working so hard?"

"I don't think I have to go to such lengths with a stranger I just met."

Chu Ning said, "Whether you believe it or not, I have had an intuition since I was born. That is, I can judge people very accurately."

"I believe this person will bring me good luck."

Yu Rui scoffed: "Just superstition."

She wanted to say more, but then she changed her mind and thought that for people like them who were doing traveling business.

We all know that behind every success there is luck.

Behind their luck are the corpses of countless colleagues.

Therefore, people in their line of work will more or less believe in something.

This has nothing to do with whether or not you are a cultivator.

On the contrary, as a cultivator, one knows that powerful cultivators who can control the cause and effect and destiny in the dark do exist.

It is not a fabricated story at all.

Believe deeper.

For example, the ancestor of the Shanyue Sect still has a temple in the world of immortal cultivation, where incense is burned and sacrifices are offered to him. This is the existence of faith.

Yu Rui continued, "I won't waste my time talking to you. I came here today on the orders of the young master."

Chu Ning's expression immediately turned serious: "What are your instructions, sir?"

Yu Rui said, "Someone died about the dancer."

Chu Ning asked in confusion, "Dead people, what does this mean? Didn't those who should die already die?"

Yu Rui opened her mouth and spoke a series of words. Chu Ning listened to Yu Rui's narration and his expression became more and more serious.

He was shocked and said, "This kind of thing actually happened."

Yu Rui warned, "This matter is of great importance, remember to keep it confidential." Chu Ning said, "I know."

……

Ding Sanliu, lower level, cabin.

A monk from the Guantian Palace holding a compass stopped, frowning, and whispered, "Dead again."

Next to him, another monk from the Guantian Palace held a wooden sword and asked coldly, "How many died?"

"Forty-eight in total."

"Only forty-eight, not many."

"What do you mean 'only'? It's already a lot!" The monk holding the compass said with a hint of anxiety. "The stowaways in the cabin are starting to realize something is amiss, and panic is spreading."

“So what if it spreads?”

"If it spreads, it will increase the power of the ghost cultivators."

"It's just a ghost cultivator. Kill it with thunder."

"It's different." The cultivator holding the compass said in a low voice, "This ghost cultivator mastered the state of mind during his lifetime and was born with the potential to become a ghost king."

"He's just a Ghost King, no match for a Foundation Establishment cultivator."

"Of course I'm no match for a Foundation Establishment cultivator, but you and I are not Foundation Establishment cultivators." He paused and touched his head. "Hey, why are there drops of water on my head?"

He frowned, feeling a strange feeling in his heart.

As a Qi-refining cultivator, it is impossible for him to be hit by a drop of water.

Not to mention the magical protection, just based on the thinking speed of the Qi-refining cultivator, the speed of the dripping water is so slow, how could he not notice it before hitting it?
However, at the moment he was confused, a layer of fog in his mind seemed to be lifted.

He suddenly woke up, his face changed drastically: "Run! We have entered the ghost zone!"

He turned around quickly, only to find that his companion who had been standing next to him had disappeared without a trace.

The cabin was empty, with only him left.

"Damn it!" He cursed softly, cold sweat oozing from his forehead. "This ghost realm is so powerful that I was trapped in it without even realizing it."

He didn't dare to delay and took a step forward immediately. The compass needle in his hand turned wildly, as if looking for the direction of life.

However, wherever he passed, the stowaways who had originally looked at him with awe had now all disappeared.

All that remained in the cabin was the empty corridor and the sound of his hurried footsteps.

"Dong, dong, dong——"

The footsteps echoed in the silent cabin, sounding particularly harsh.

His heartbeat became faster and faster with the sound of his footsteps, but the magic power in his dantian seemed to be drained out, and he could not feel the existence of any magic power at all.

"Damn it!" He gritted his teeth, "If it weren't for this boundary barrier, how could the power of the ghost realm be so strong!"

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, because the compass in his hand had stopped turning and pointed in a direction, which was where life lay.

He was ecstatic and quickened his pace, trying to escape from this ghost town.

"Almost there, almost there. Following the compass, we can escape the ghost zone by passing through the gate ahead."

However, just as he was about to run through the gate, a clear voice came from above his head again—

"drop--!"

The water droplets fell into his head again, seeping through his hair and onto his scalp.

His body suddenly stiffened, his steps stopped, and his eyes gradually became dull.

When he resumed his movements, his eyes had become dull and tears were falling.

"Master..." He muttered to himself, his voice hollow and mechanical, "My disciple is here."

After saying that, he staggered forward.

Passed through the door that seemed to represent life.

(End of this chapter)