You've only been cultivating for a few years, and you're already talking about cultivating

Chapter 112 Reversing the Heavenly Gang

Who dares to extort a cultivator?

Could he be a Golden Core cultivator?

Qi Fei sized up the person in front of him. He was dressed in brocade robes, had an arrogant face, and had faint magical fluctuations around him, but those were "pseudo-magic".

No, you, a pseudo-Dharma cultivator, are extorting me?

Qi Fei sensed the reversal of the Heavenly Gang.

The man grew impatient as Qi Fei looked him up and down.

He frowned and raised his chin even higher.

"You country bumpkin," he said, "what are you looking at? Hurry up and pay up, or use your magic weapon to pay up."

In his eyes, Qi Fei was just a stinky outsider cultivator.

In places like Nantianfang, there are countless cultivators coming and going. Those who are truly famous and have cultivation are known throughout the city.

Which one of them wasn't treated as an honored guest by the major forces of Haitianfang, served with the best wine and food, and entertained in the best rooms and private rooms?

Who would secretly rent a small courtyard and live in an old house rented to outsiders?

No. Not a single one.

Therefore, the person in front of you is definitely not a big shot.

Qi Fei didn't say anything. Because he knew that saying anything would be meaningless.

With a slight movement of his magic, his lightning magic triggered a conflict between the "pseudo-magic" within the two of them.

Xu Long and Ma Hu suddenly felt as if a thunderclap had exploded in their ears.

The thunder seemed to explode in their minds, shattering their consciousness. Everything went black, and they knew nothing more.

When they woke up again, they saw Qi Fei tidying up the yard.

Qi Fei looked down at them and shook his head. He had estimated that they would wake up soon, but the two of them remained unconscious for a full half hour.

In half an hour, he tidied up everything in the yard.

"What exactly is your Fury Sea Society?" Qi Fei asked when he saw them wake up.

Xu Long subconsciously mobilized the magical power within his body. The power that he usually cherished and relied on to roam freely through the 43 streets and 72 lanes of the Great City was now completely gone.

He felt his dantian was completely empty, and he had no magic power left!

His expression changed as he realized he had kicked a hornet's nest; Qi Fei was not only a cultivator, but also an unfathomable one.

He quickly turned over and knelt down, his forehead hitting the bluestone ground with a thud.

"Immortal Master! I was blind and failed to recognize a true immortal! I deserve to die!" His voice trembled, not feigning it, but genuinely shaking.

Ma Hu followed behind him and knelt down, kowtowing even faster than him, like a chicken pecking at rice.

Qi Fei didn't let them get up, and asked again, "What exactly is the Angry Sea?"

Xu Long knelt on the ground, his forehead still touching the ground: "The Angry Sea Society is a celestial sect in Dafang, responsible for maintaining the 43 streets and 72 lanes of Dafang. I am Xu Long, the external affairs steward of the Angry Sea Society."

Ma Hu quickly added from the side, "This humble Ma Hu is Master Xu's follower."

"A Celestial Sect? Forty-three streets and seventy-two paths?" Qi Fei pondered the implication of this statement, then sneered, "Isn't that just a gang that collects protection money?"

Xu Long raised his head, his face full of ingratiating smiles: "Immortal Master, what you're saying is—gangs are just groups of mortals. We are cultivators, different from them. We are an immortal sect."

"Birds of a feather flock together," Qi Fei said.

Xu Long's smile froze for a moment, but he didn't refute it. Now, whatever Qi Fei said went.

Qi Fei looked at them and continued, "What's the difference between you and ordinary people's gangs? You're practicing pseudo-laws, aren't you?"

Xu Long's face changed again, turning deathly pale. He suddenly thought of another possible identity for Qi Fei.

He heard Qi Fei say, "In the face of a true cultivator, false magic is utterly useless."

Xu Long, his forehead beaded with cold sweat, cautiously asked, "You—you wouldn't happen to be a true cultivator, would you?"

Qi Fei neither nodded nor shook his head, nor even looked at him. But Xu Long had already read the answer from his silence.

He felt his energy and spirit drained away in an instant, and his body collapsed on the ground like a lump of mud. Ma Hu also collapsed.

"We... we admit defeat," Xu Long said, his voice filled with deep despair.

He actually dared to charge protection money to cultivators of the true Dharma.

He's so brave!

Qi Fei looked at him and felt something was strange.

"What's wrong with True Dharma cultivators?" he asked. "Why do you seem to view True Dharma cultivators as if they were demonic cultivators?"

Xu Long knelt on the ground, head down, unsure whether he should speak.

Qi Fei said, "Tell me the truth. Maybe I'll spare your life."

Xu Long suddenly raised his head, and his eyes suddenly lit up with a light, a light of life.

"Are you serious?"

"It's true. It's more real than real gold," Qi Fei said.

Xu Long took a deep breath and then exhaled.

"In our view," he said, glancing at Qi Fei, "the so-called true method is not much different from the demonic path."

"Oh?" Qi Fei's eyebrows twitched.

Xu Long continued, "We cultivate immortality only to appear holy in front of others, gain power and influence, and enjoy endless wealth, glory, and beautiful women—"

"Wait a minute." Qi Fei interrupted him, frowning slightly. "Isn't the point of cultivating immortality to become an immortal?"

Xu Long was taken aback for a moment, then realized that Qi Fei was a true immortal. He hesitated for a moment and said, "But—there haven't been any legends of immortals appearing for over a thousand years."

"Whether in the South China Sea or elsewhere, there have been no legends of immortals for thousands of years."

Qi Fei understood the unspoken meaning in Xu Long's words.

Millennia.

No one became an immortal.

Can one truly become an immortal through cultivation?

Or is it that the path to immortality was wrong from the very beginning?

"So, we're not going to repair it then? We can try to figure it out ourselves. If those before us could cultivate immortality, but later generations can't, isn't there something wrong with that?" Qi Fei said. "Isn't that the right way to solve the problem?"

"But—those people won't live long." Xu Long said with a hint of fear.

Seeing Qi Fei looking over, he gritted his teeth and said, "Those cultivators who practice cultivation methods are either crazy, neurotic, or they've even killed themselves."

"They claim it's the true Dharma, but they live shorter lives than us cultivators."

"To become an immortal, to become an immortal, but instead of becoming an immortal, one becomes a dead person. We also feel that—"

"The one we cultivate is the true Dharma, while theirs is the false Dharma."

Qi Fei couldn't help but laugh after hearing this. A pseudo-cultivator actually claimed that they cultivated the true method, while the true method cultivators were practicing pseudo-methods.

It was simply because they saw a true cultivator go berserk during practice.

That's a complete reversal of the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches.

"Immortal Master, please don't laugh." Xu Long said obsequiously when he saw Qi Fei smile, "To put it bluntly, you might not even live as long as I do."

"Isn't the purpose of cultivating immortality to achieve longevity and live longer?"

"To be able to live and enjoy happiness—that is the true Dharma!"

He said what was on his mind.

What kind of cultivator is this Gou Bazhen? He looks powerful, but who knows, he might die even earlier than me someday!

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