"Have you heard? In this battle, the number of foreign race beings slain... seems to exceed ten million!"
A group of city guards were chatting more and more enthusiastically.
"Yeah! Those foreign race beings are real pushovers! Not a single one can fight! If I had known, I would have gone to the front line to earn some merits!"
"Exactly! We all grew up hearing terrifying stories about the foreign race, yet it turns out theyâre just fancy but useless embroidered pillowcases!"
"I heard among the foreign race, there are few with strength above the Immortal level! Such a hollow display! Weâve wasted so many years guarding tirelessly!"
Su Xing sat casually in a tavern, drinking and eating meat, using his divine sense to listen to these "low-level" cultivators chatting, finding it quite interesting.
This batch of city guards might be the true portrayal of ordinary cultivators in the Little Qingyun Realm.
Afraid of death, pursuing profit, yet envying those cultivators who soar.
Not every cultivator has the courage or strength to go to the front line; most still think about living one day at a time.
After all, having cultivated to this realm, lived for centuries, who wouldnât fear death?
As the conversations of the cultivators and city guards kept coming to his ears, Su Xing seemed a bit tipsy, with realizations in his heart.
"Cultivation, cultivation... What exactly are these low-level cultivators cultivating for?"
"Waiter, bring more Apricot Blossom Wine!"
Su Xing shouted, soon a Foundation Establishment stage young attendant brought wine.
Just ordinary spiritual brew, its taste incomparable to the Jade Dew Liquor Su Xing had once drunk.
But Su Xing found it quite pleasant.
While drinking, Su Xing tipped the Foundation Establishment young attendant with a few spirit stones, saying:
"Waiter, tell me... how was this battle? Any interesting stories in the city recently?"
The young attendant hastily accepted the spirit stones thrown by Su Xing, saying:
"Sir! In my opinion, this battle is meritorious in the present, beneficial for ages!"
"Please hear me out... All cultivators in Heavenly Demon City hate the foreign race! Suffered greatly at their hands!"
"And after this battle, though the foreign race threat isnât entirely removed, it can be ninety percent eliminated, ensuring peace for a thousand years!"
"Moreover..."
The young attendant tried hard to scrape together his knowledge, hoping the answer would satisfy Su Xing.
After the young attendant finished speaking, Su Xing looked at him with interest, saying:
"You, young attendant, have low cultivation... but seem quite insightful?"
"Let me ask you this... I see youâre over a hundred and forty, yet still at the small Foundation Establishment realm, what are you cultivating for? Do you regret pursuing the Dao?"
The young attendant laughed and said:
"Sir! You donât know... Before cultivating, I was a general of a small country thirty thousand miles outside Heavenly Demon City."
"At that time, a foreign race being mistakenly entered that mortal domain, easily slaughtering a cityâs populace, and I survived by luck."
"Since then, Iâve yearned for immortality, though I have a mixed spirit root, cultivating for nearly a century only reaching Foundation Establishment, I do not regret it!"
Hearing this, Su Xing gave him another surprised glance, not expecting this cultivator to have such an encounter before stepping into the path of cultivation.
Thus, he patiently listened.
And the young attendant continued:
"Since discovering my spiritual root, Iâve cultivated for ninety-eight years... Now only in mid-Foundation Establishment, as a tavern waiter...must appease customers!"
"In terms of status and life, naturally itâs not as good as being a general back then..."
"But, I know all mundane things are illusory! Without cultivation, without mastering strength... I cannot redeem my past self, cannot face those massacred city inhabitants!"
"I will never forget that day, a foreign race crazily devouring a cityâs populace, everywhere were torn limbs, a sea of blood and corpses..."
"When cultivators from Heavenly Demon City arrived... half of the cityâs populace already deceased!"
"And as a mere mortal, even as a general... my soldiers had no power to resist that foreign race being!"
Su Xing nodded while listening to the young attendantâs tale.
"And now... though I am just a Foundation Establishment cultivator, Iâve gained more insight! Iâve seen the real side of this world!"
"If one day I am strong enough, I too want to go to the front line and join the great cultivators in slaying the foreign race!"
Su Xing nodded slightly after hearing, just a few words made him feel the young attendantâs heart in seeking the path.
For revenge, for strength!
Though merely the words of a low-level cultivator, they indeed reflect most cultivators.
So Su Xing asked again:
"Since you embarked on cultivation, how about the worldly affairs? How are your parents and old friends?"
Upon hearing Su Xingâs question, the young attendant smiled bitterly and said:
"In that battle, my parents died at the hands of the foreign race... my eldest son followed the army to fight them, but was killed by the foreign race..."
"The only daughter passed away thirty years ago..."
"Though my cultivationâs only over a hundred years, I understand the pursuit of longevity, the past is gone!"
"Without cultivation... even long-lived ones, a hundred years later, are but a handful of dust..."
Upon hearing this, Su Xing looked at the young attendant with slight surprise.
The young attendantâs cultivation was low, aptitude poor, but his mind state was good, Dao heart fairly steadfast.
Su Xing casually used the Technique of Qi Observation to view the young attendantâs fate.
Yet saw his destiny troubled, but with latent potential like a dragon in the abyss, if given a chance, it would rise like a dragon entering the sea, smooth in cultivation.
"Tsk tsk... Youâre quite interesting, young attendant!"
"Since thatâs the case, Iâll grant you a blessing!"
After speaking, Su Xing pointed a finger at the young attendantâs brow.
In an instant, the young attendant had a dream, learning a Heavenly Grade technique, mastering a divine skill.