Living a peaceful life in the world of cultivation

Zhao Xiaofan's exclamation, without any attempt to conceal it, was heard.

"Xiao Fan," Xu Cui immediately interrupted Zhao Xiao Fan.

Lu Ping smiled and waved his hand.

"Sister-in-law, it's alright."

Breakthroughs are something that's always been on the table, and it's something that Lü Ping never hid from the beginning.

[Master, there's a rustling sound outside the courtyard; it sounds like quite a few people are moving around.]

Big Yellow's triangular ears stood up alertly, eavesdropping on everything around it.

"Let them be."

Lu Ping dismissed this, and turned to pour tea for Xu Cui and her son.

It was early January, and the weather was freezing cold. Out of friendship, the two of them protected him.

Lü Ping naturally cherished this friendship as well.

"Sister-in-law, Xiao Fan, have some tea."

"I thank you for protecting Sister-in-law Xiaofan."

Lü Ping raised his teacup and gently took a sip.

Xu Cui also raised her teacup and took a sip of tea, while Zhao Xiaofan sipped his tea and then stuck out his tongue.

"It was nothing, A-Ping, no need to thank me." Xu Cui's smile was sincere and heartfelt. "There are probably quite a few neighbors outside the courtyard, waiting to come in for a cup of tea."

"Aping, my son and I won't bother you any longer. When your brother Dashan comes back, we'll go to Xiangyunlou and prepare a banquet for you."

"No, I should be the one treating you."

Xu Cui was already quite familiar with this.

When Zhao Dashan broke through to the fourth level of Qi Refining, the neighbors who came to ask for tea almost wore down his doorstep.

Life is tough for independent cultivators, and most of them don't prepare gifts. A few words of congratulations and asking for a cup of tea have become the unspoken rules among independent cultivators in the East District.

A cup of tea on either side, a few words of congratulations, and everyone is satisfied.

Only cultivators with whom one has a regular relationship would send gifts. At that time, Lü Ping sent a gourd of Moon Dew, which Xu Cui still remembers to this day.

After all, a gourd of Moon Dew is worth five low-grade spirit stones, which is already a considerable fortune for a rogue cultivator.

After Zhao Dashan broke through to the fifth level of Qi Refining, more cultivators came to his door to give gifts, thus establishing good relationships.

"Congratulations to Fellow Daoist Lü on your successful breakthrough! May your path to immortality be everlasting."

"Congratulations to Fellow Daoist Lü on reaching the fourth level of Qi Refining. From now on, you are a mid-stage Qi Refining cultivator. When we meet again in the future, you will no longer be Fellow Daoist Lü, but Senior Lü."

"Congratulations to Fellow Daoist Lü on your successful breakthrough."

"Congratulations to Fellow Daoist Lü on your successful breakthrough."

On the path of cultivation, those who attain enlightenment come first; those who attain enlightenment are cultivators with profound cultivation.

Although many of the cultivators who came to ask for tea were older than Lü Ping, they deserved to be called "senior".

As for the immortal path to eternal youth, that's just a polite way of putting it.

If a cultivator could truly achieve immortality, how could he only reach the fourth level of Qi Refining at the age of thirty?

"Thank you, fellow Daoists."

"Gentlemen, please have some tea."

Lu Ping personally poured a cup of hot tea for each of the fellow Daoists who offered their congratulations.

We were busy welcoming and seeing off guests for a full half hour before the courtyard finally quieted down.

"This welcoming and seeing off is more tiring than cultivation," Lü Ping thought to himself.

[Master, there's another person outside, pacing back and forth, wanting to come in but afraid to.]

Upon hearing this, Lü Ping's spiritual sense spread out, and he realized it was Wu San.

At this moment, Wu San was carrying five low-grade spirit stones in his pocket, which felt like carrying red-hot charcoal.

He lightly slapped his face a few times, muttering, "Shut up, shut up, why couldn't I control myself back then?"

The thought of Lü Ping's successful breakthrough meant he needed to ask for a cup of tea. What Wu San was reluctant to part with wasn't the noodles, but the low-grade spirit stone in his pocket, which resembled a burning charcoal, meant as an apology.

However, if we don't send spirit stones as an apology, what if Lü Ping becomes petty and holds a grudge against Wu San after his cultivation breaks through? What will happen then?

Lu Ping sensed that this fellow Daoist Wu had returned for another quarter of an hour, and he found it amusing.

"Fellow Daoist Wu, would you like to come in and have a cup of tea?"

Seeing this, Wu San could only grit his teeth, brace himself, and endure the mocking stares of the other neighbors as he went inside.

Lu Ping had no intention of making things difficult for Wu San, and handed him a cup of tea.

"Fellow Daoist Wu, please have some tea."

Without accepting the teacup, Wu San clasped his hands in a deep bow, took out five spirit stones from his pocket, and offered them with both hands.

"Senior Lü."

"I acted without thinking and was just being quick-witted."

"Please, Senior Lü, forgive my rudeness."

Lu Ping accepted the five low-grade spirit stones that Wu San had offered. If he hadn't accepted these five low-grade spirit stones, Wu San probably wouldn't have been able to sleep well all day.

Then, the tea was handed over.

"Fellow Daoist Wu, please have some tea."

"Thank you, Senior Lü. I wish you success in breaking through to the next realm and a long and prosperous path to immortality."

After finishing his sentence, Wu San drank the tea in his cup in one gulp and slunk away.

Lu Ping shook his head and teased, "This Fellow Daoist Wu, doesn't he mind that the tea is hot?"

After Wu San left, the courtyard finally returned to peace.

......

Time flies, and it's already mid-February.

Lu Ping's life returned to peace, where he cultivated spiritual plants, teased Big Yellow, and occasionally swept the courtyard.

For most plant cultivators in the market, cultivating plants is a tedious and boring task, but one they have no choice but to do.

The seedlings that sprout in spring, though they grow daily, show no signs of increasing in number.

Unlike Lü Ping, who could see the growth progress of the Iron Sword Orchid, Snow Frost Fruit, and Cloud Pattern Bamboo every day, growing little by little.

Furthermore, compared to cultivators who have mastered alchemy, array formations, talismans, and other cultivation techniques, the mental effort required to cultivate spiritual plants is not much.

Therefore, before harvesting spiritual plants, it is a period of torment for every spiritual plant master.

"Iron Sword Orchid, are you ready?"

Come, fellow Daoist.

Three sword orchids, full of fighting spirit, their gray-green leaves piercing the sky as if they wanted to shatter the white clouds above.

Lu Ping patted the storage bag at his waist, and the Xuan Tie flying sword, its blade gleaming with a chilling light, immediately flew out.

bass.

The Xuan Tie Flying Sword transformed into a streak of light, slicing past the iron sword orchid leaves, but without touching them.

Even so, their sharpness was so great that the three iron sword orchids swayed constantly, making one fear that the leaves might break in half at any moment.

The Cloud-Patterned Bamboo is now eight feet tall, with cloud patterns appearing and disappearing on its body as it sways, cheering on the Iron Sword Orchid.

The Xuan Tie Flying Sword hovered and lingered around the three Iron Sword Orchids, occasionally grazing past them and exerting immense pressure on them.

The iron sword orchid is like a small boat on the sea, swaying precariously, yet stubbornly holding on, honing its sharpness.

"The Iron Sword Orchid is only a mid-grade first-tier spiritual plant. Although its cultivation method is unique, requiring swordsmanship and weapons, a single Xuan Iron Flying Sword has already reached its limit."

Lu Ping flicked his fingers, putting the Xuan Tie Flying Sword back into his storage bag. Tie Jianlan, who looked exhausted, was still fixated on the sword she had sensed that day.

Fellow Daoist, we will defeat the Xuan Tie Flying Sword sooner or later and experience the power of the array sword.

Aside from the Iron Sword Orchid, there is the Snow Frost Fruit.

At this time, there was still about half a month before the Snow Frost Fruit ripened, but it already exuded a clear and cool fragrance.

The fragrance was not strong; it was dispersed by the strong wind and swept into the snow.

The branches of the Snow Frost Fruit are not very thick, and are a pale greenish-white color. The leaves are broad and thick, with fine ice crystal patterns on the edges. The branches, which are surrounded by leaves, are covered with fruits the size of a fist. The fruits are green and white, which means that they are not yet fully ripe. When ripe, the Snow Frost Fruit will be completely white, as if covered with a thin layer of fine snow.

"Snow Frost Fruit, grow quickly!"

"The snow in the market is about to stop."

Lu Ping reached out and caught a falling snowflake in his palm. The snowflake vanished at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the snow on the spiritual land was no longer thick...