I was banned by the Revitalization event.

Spiritual practice is ultimately a matter that requires perseverance and the ability to endure hardship.

Rushing things won't make a sale.

It's not too late for Qin Shi to start cultivating after the spiritual energy recovers. Thinking about it carefully, cultivating under such low spiritual energy concentration is already twice as difficult and half as effective. She doesn't need to race against time like I have.

At least for a short period of time.

The person who can support this family is myself.

"Goodnight, brother." The little girl waved to him.

"Good night."

Lock the door from the inside.

Qin Luo plopped onto his small bed, stared at the ceiling, and recalled the cultivation techniques he had read in his later life, preparing to choose one and begin his evening study.

However, a strong sense of weariness overwhelmed my mind.

After a day of running around since being reborn, the spirit of an ordinary person is finally taking a hit.

Close your eyes.

Qin Luo quickly fell into a deep sleep.

……

Perhaps because he hadn't smelled such clean air in a long time, Qin Luo slept exceptionally soundly.

He slowly woke up.

The sunlight filtering through the curtains was a bit too bright. Qin Luo shielded his eyes with his hand, squinted at the time, and saw that it was past nine o'clock. He had already wasted half of his morning.

Chapter 4 Immortal Warrior Qin Luo

I slept so soundly that my bones felt light as a feather.

I lay there for a few seconds.

Qin Luo suddenly shuddered and sat up abruptly, all drowsiness vanishing completely.

Qin Luo finally breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed once again, after fumbling around and finding his phone under the pillow and seeing that the date was still 2022.

What happened yesterday was not a dream—

very nice.

I got up, washed up, and changed into my workout clothes.

In the living room, her younger sister had already woken up. Qin Shi, wearing a fluffy pink nightgown, was lying on the sofa watching a variety show, her toes gently bobbing up and down.

Today is Sunday, so the little girl doesn't have to go to school.

There was also a simple sandwich and a glass of milk on the table. I guess his sister prepared breakfast for him because she saw that he was staying in bed.

I clearly don't remember Qin Shi being this virtuous...

It was a bit unexpected.

However, Qin Luo still sat down and started eating.

While eating, he simultaneously made a hand seal with his right hand, controlling the sparse spiritual energy to gather towards himself.

Even if it's just a mosquito's leg, something is better than nothing.

"Sis, is there a girl named Chu Tong at your school? She's about your age." Qin Luo took a bite of his sandwich, turned around, and looked at his younger sister.

"I haven't heard of it."

The little girl cupped her face in her hands, using the remote to change channels. Suddenly, she paused and glanced warily at her brother.

A girl about her age?

Everything is fine.

Why is the older brother asking about a girl?

"Who is she?"

Qin Shi continued to pretend to be watching TV, casually asking, and innocently blinked.

“A friend. I remember you’re about the same age, and you’re also from Xianning. Since we don’t know each other, that’s fine.” Qin Luo’s attention wasn’t on this side, and he didn’t notice his sister’s faint jealousy. He just nodded and finished his sandwich in a few bites.

Xianning has a population of ten million.

It's clear that relying on luck to find someone is a bit of a pipe dream.

Chu Tong —

One of the nine future Taixu cultivators.

Because she was also from Xianning, and her background was the most transparent, with the most information being unearthed, Qin Luo put her in the group of people he could easily win over after clarifying his thoughts yesterday.

Cultivators are divided into different factions based on their chosen path of development, and the distinctions are quite clear.

Chu Tong is the purest form of attack.

Powerful cultivators often fight using the simplest methods, such as throwing road rollers to smash enemies, or wielding traffic signs to chop off heads. On a larger scale, two groups of cultivators might exchange spiritual energy while hiding behind cover, hundreds of meters apart.

Some have connections with the military and can call in drones to bombard the ground; even more despicable methods include secretly poisoning, deceiving, or launching surprise attacks.

As for riding flying swords in older works...

Or you could condense the energy into shapes like dragons or tigers and give them cool names.

That kind of operation was tried by some people in the early days, but it was completely eliminated a few years later because it was a huge waste of output efficiency.

I have the time and energy.

The release of spiritual energy has already killed people dozens of times over.

In the post-spiritual energy revival era, where wastelands are everywhere, cultivators' battles have become increasingly industrialized, standardized, and large-scale, gradually turning into pure killing methods, losing their romance and beauty. However, Chu Tong's attack pattern remains graceful and agile, elegant and beautiful, like a dreamlike butterfly fluttering in the air.

2022.

She's probably around fifteen years old now, and most likely still studying somewhere...

Qin Hai has many schools, but they are not too many to count. He can find them one by one.

Don't rush.

He absorbed spiritual energy while thinking about things.

Qin Luo finished the milk on the table, quickly filled his stomach, and prepared to go out to see if there were any places rich in spiritual energy.

Making friends with the strong is ultimately about going with the flow; one shouldn't get stuck on trivialities.

Become stronger.

That is the unchanging truth.

As Qin Luo passed by the TV, he saw a variety show on it, featuring a young girl group called T6.

He actually vaguely remembered this girl group...

“I remember you liked this Xiao Mei the most. She has terminal cancer and won’t be alive for long. Hurry up and run away. It’s not too late to unfollow her now,” Qin Luo said, pointing to the girl on the far right.

I remember my past life.

My younger sister cried and made a scene because the group was gone.

By giving his sister a heads-up now, he should be able to reduce some of her suffering.

I'm so kind.

Qin Luo sighed.

Qin Shi: "???"

"Xiao Mei looks so healthy, how could she have cancer? You're lying!" Qin Shi rolled over and quickly hit him unhappily.

You can dislike celebrities.

But how could you curse someone so viciously?

Bad older brother.

The lie was exposed, and Qin Luo regretfully touched his chin:

"I did lie to you. They were actually in a traffic accident. It wasn't just Xiao Mei; all six of them died."

After speaking.

Qin Luo changed his shoes and went out.

Qin Shi: "..."

……

Around nine o'clock, the sun was already high in the sky. Spring is the best season of the year, cool and breezy, with warm sunshine.

Qin Luo went downstairs and looked at the peaceful and tranquil neighborhood.

In the pavilion, old ladies were chatting, while elderly men and women were sunbathing and walking their dogs. Groups of two or three elderly men, dressed in Tai Chi uniforms and carrying Tai Chi swords, walked back from outside, probably having finished their morning exercises. Such leisurely people were a scene Qin Luo had not seen for many years.

I walked out of the residential area.

For some reason, Qin Luo suddenly had a strong sense of déjà vu, as if he would soon encounter a powerful old man with his granddaughter who happened to be seriously ill, and Qin Luo would help him in return...

Ok.

Although Qin Luo's knowledge of medicine was limited to applying iodine solution to cuts and lacerations.

Wandering around, against the flow of people.

Before he knew it, Qin Luo had arrived at the small park closest to his home. In March, the trees were sprouting green buds and the willow branches were swaying. The sun was shining brightly here, and the open space seemed to have a slightly richer spiritual energy, making it quite suitable for cultivation.

It's a little past nine o'clock.

The people who were going to leave the park have already left, so it's fine as it doesn't get in the way.

After a simple stretch and warm-up, Qin Luo spotted the basketball hoop next to him and gave it a powerful push.

"drink!"

The shelf remained completely still.