Cultivation: I can see the proficiency level

On Qiulong Peak.

The four friends of Coal Hill bowed their heads, not daring to look at the handsome young man sitting at the head of the table. After recounting the details, they awaited the young man's pronouncement of judgment.

The handsome young man tapped the table, his gaze sweeping over the two injured men before he slowly spoke: "To think that a mere fifth-level Qi Refining cultivator is so ferocious, no wonder the Lü family has suffered repeated losses at his hands."

He disrupted Lü's pursuit and intended to capture Wang Mian as a bargaining chip, but unexpectedly, Wang Mian escaped in the end.

Fall short.

"You have done a poor job. Go and guard the Cold Fiend Cave for half a year to make up for it." He announced the punishment, and the men turned pale, but agreed in a hurry.

It's not hard to tell from their expressions that the Cold Fiend Cave is probably not a good place.

The group took their leave and were about to close the door.

He then said, "Since we have already offended that rogue cultivator, you should go and find Mr. Jin Yin, calculate his approximate location, and then pass the message on to the Lü family. Pay close attention to the Lü family's movements, and report any unusual activity."

His belief was that anyone who offended the Wang family should be suppressed, and anyone offended by the Wang family should also be suppressed.

Since they are so fierce, we shouldn't risk our own cultivators' lives for now. Instead, we should let them fight like wolves devouring tigers, sit back and watch them fight, and then finish them off with our swords in the end.

"Go then!"

The group acknowledged this, bowed, and left.

........

If we take Luopo Mountain as the starting point, to the east is Jitou Mountain, to the west is Qiulong Peak, to the south is Taixi Lake, and to the north is the Wolong Mountain Range that stretches across the land.

The mountains are arranged in a row, rising and falling closely together. The main ridge is like the body of a dragon, and the branches are like the limbs of a dragon. The mountains are endless and verdant like a forest, hence the name Wanfeng Mountain Range.

Ancient trees reach for the sky, and within the rugged and primitive mountains, countless spiritual herbs grow, as well as countless demonic beasts roam.

Treasure hunters who make a living by gathering herbs, demon hunters who hunt demons, cultivators who come from afar, and merchants who buy spiritual materials all gather at the foot of the mountain.

Over time, many cultivators came and went, and a settlement was formed, which was then built into a town called Anping.

Anping Town was named in the hope of peace and tranquility, with the intention of reducing the number of cultivators' bones in the Wolong Mountains. However, this effort was in vain, as cultivators continued to flock to the mountains to seek treasures, hunt demons, and gain experience and medicine.

They go there more often than they come back.

White bones lie buried beneath the tree, while wild grasses feed on flesh and blood.

"Wealth moves people's hearts, but disaster scatters their souls." Wang Mian sat on the second-floor observation deck, holding a teacup and murmuring to himself, watching several figures fly into the town in the distance.

The critically injured and dying cultivator was carried into the town by his friend and headed straight for the clinic. Several other cultivators, covered in blood and having stumbled, followed behind him.

It was a truly appalling sight.

After escaping from the Human Intestine Cave, Wang Mian, unable to return to Fallen Mountain or go to Dragon City, came directly to the Crouching Dragon Mountain Range and rented a small courtyard in Anping Town to stay temporarily.

I've been renting here for several days now, and every day I see cultivators leaving in high spirits, only to return wounded and broken. Those on the verge of death at least have some life left, but many cultivators return only ashes.

Having witnessed such scenes several times, I finally understood what it meant for cultivators to have such short lives.

Bai Jiuniang picked up the bamboo basket in the courtyard, looked up at Wang Mian and called out a few times. Wang Mian, who looked down at her, simply waved his hand and said, "Go on, and come back soon."

Anping Town is a melting pot of all sorts of people, and the cultivators have voluntarily forbidden fighting and combat within the town. As long as they don't leave the town and venture into the mountains, they are safe and sound, so Wang Mian felt at ease letting it go out to buy ingredients on its own.

Bai Jiuniang nodded and left, carrying her bamboo basket towards the market.

The market town is full of mountain delicacies and forest products, mostly spiritual materials for entry into the town, which are sought by low-level cultivators in the mountains. They are not produced in the deep mountains, but are spiritual items from nearby ridges.

The market was not far from the courtyard, and Bai Jiuniang arrived on foot in no time.

Wang Mian loved fresh mushrooms, so Bai Jiuniang would come every day to buy some to cook. After a few visits, the cultivator vendors became familiar with Bai Jiuniang and would greet her with smiles whenever they saw her.

"Senior Bai, come and see the spirit sweet potatoes that just came down from the mountain. They taste good, are good for the spleen and stomach, and can clear blockages."

"Senior Bai, Senior Bai, look at my Qingyun Lingzhi, it's of the highest quality, perfect for making soup."

"Senior Bai, I have a few 'Chi Liu Xiang' plants here, they are very rare."

Bai Jiuniang thus moved through the stall amidst the calls of "Senior Bai," occasionally pausing to haggle and buy the delicacies from the mountain, only to depart again amidst the repeated calls of "Senior, come again next time."

The market was mostly populated by rogue cultivators at the initial stage of Qi Refining, who made a living by collecting and selling mountain delicacies. Although Bai Jiuniang bargained, she didn't go too far and often bought a lot of things, spending lavishly.

Bai Jiuniang walked out of the market carrying a basket, which was already full of ingredients.

She would also encounter cultivators who had been injured by demonic beasts. When these cultivators looked at her, their eyes would be filled with ferocity and hatred. Bai Jiuniang would then reveal a trace of her aura to scare them away.

When he returned to the courtyard, Wang Mian had already gone to cultivate.

It then went to the kitchen on its own, took out the ingredients and washed them, and then starched and dried Wang Mian's undergarments. Now that he had changed into his robes, it no longer needed to starch his outer garments, but his undergarments still needed to be washed.

Wang Mian was spoiled and became lazy. He didn't even bother to clean up the tea set, leaving it to him. He would suck the remaining spirit tea into his mouth, and then use its demonic energy to wrap the tea leaves into small balls and toss them into the newly planted spirit fennel.

After wiping the tea table dry, it leaped down from the viewing platform. A gust of wind swept away a few fallen leaves from the Spirit Gathering Tree, and the courtyard became spotless once again.

After swallowing and refining a Hundred Herbs Pill, he opened his eyes again just in time for mealtime. He threw a few embers into the stove, and the demonic fire ignited and the temperature rose. A water ladle flew over and poured water into the pot.

Wash the rice and steam it.

The rhythmic sound of a knife striking the cutting board filled the air as the perfectly smoked deer meat was sliced ​​into even, thin slices, which flew into a porcelain plate on the side.

The oil melts and heats up until it's scalding hot. A handful of fresh vegetables are added to the pot, and the oil and smoke rise up. They are stir-fried several times, then the side ingredients are added, and the dish is plated.

Finally, cook the mushrooms.

Just as the spiritual meal was ready, Wang Mian finished his cultivation. He smelled the aroma, got up, took a bowl and chopsticks, served himself rice, and sat down, praising Bai Jiu Niang's excellent cooking skills.

Wang Mian never controlled his appetite and gluttony. Compared to the bland fasting pills, he always believed that spiritual food was what cultivators should eat.

"How much longer until the breakthrough?" it asked, condensing into words.

With her keen senses, Bai Jiuniang could feel that Wang Mian's aura was getting closer and closer to the sixth level of Qi Refining, and that his aura was gradually becoming more and more harmonious.

If Wang Mian breaks through, his cultivation will be equal to itss. This is the first time since childhood that Wang Mian has caught up with it in terms of cultivation.

"If I cultivate with all my might, I should be able to break through in about a month." Wang Mian swallowed the fresh mushroom in his mouth, and the smooth and delicious taste made him very happy. He had loved this mushroom since he was in Luopo Mountain.

Back then, we ate mostly ordinary mushrooms, which had no spiritual energy. Now that we have spiritual stones, we can finally taste the flavor of spiritual mushrooms, which are several times better than ordinary ones. We eat them every day without getting tired of them.

Anping Town is adjacent to the Wolong Mountains and has an endless supply of rare fungi.

After breaking through, he will likely not leave this place for a while. He doesn't yet know what spiritual medicine is needed for the seventh level of Qi Refining, but perhaps he can find clues in Anping Town.

This place is far from Taixi Lake and Qiulong City, so he figured those two families wouldn't be able to find him anytime soon. If he could stay here for a while, he planned to eat all 935 kinds of mushrooms from Wolong.

"Once I break through to the late stage of Qi Refining, I'll go to Taixi Lake and settle old scores with the Lü family," Wang Mian said again.

Bai Jiu Niang's eyes lit up.

Several times it was seriously injured because of the Lü family, and even Hua Gu's misfortune was because of the Lü family. When Wang Mian broke through to the late stage of Qi Refining, it was almost promoted to the ranks of high-grade demon beasts.

Given the speed at which the Lü family cultivators could escape, no one should be able to catch up with them.

Thinking of Hua Gu, it couldn't help but ask, "Is there still no news about Senior Hua Gu?"

Upon seeing this line of text, Wang Mian shook his head slightly. In the past six months, he had frequently inquired about the Iron Bone Elder, but Hua Gu had never returned to Wanxiang Valley, nor had she shown her face in Luopo Mountain.

Their fate remains unknown.

"Worrying is useless; let's focus on breaking through first." Besides the sharp sword of the Lü clan hanging over his head, there's also the scheming young patriarch of the Wang clan, who probably wants to use him to weaken the Lü clan as well.

When he reaches the Foundation Establishment stage, he will definitely take advantage of his strength to beat this person up.