Heyu was dumbfounded.
Luo Qingyi's background, is it really that complicated?
Wow, born with Dao Bones, that sounds impressive.
And Immortals, do they see me as one of them?
Karma? I've taken action so many times, yet I've never encountered any karmic retribution.
Heyu thought for a moment and decided to set the matter aside.
Then, Heyu looked at the items he had brought up.
However, they were all too small at the moment, and Heyu couldn't use them at all.
He checked the time; it was almost midnight.
Patting his face, Heyu sat on the sofa, staring at the items on the table.
Time passed slowly as Heyu scrolled through his phone and played some games.
Finally, at six in the morning, the items began to grow larger.
Heyu quickly put down his phone and looked at the items he took out from the glass case.
A storage pouch, Mystic Blood, a stone egg, and seven Flying Swords of the Seventh Elder, which Luo Qingyi said were high-grade magic tools.
Since the Seventh Elder had died, these tools were now ownerless and could be activated with a drop of blood.
Besides these, there was also a basic cultivation method called the "Ten-Thousand-Spring Technique."
This was a very basic cultivation method, not particularly valuable, and Heyu had specifically asked Luo Qingyi for it.
Yes, Heyu wanted to cultivate in the real world!
Cultivators wouldn't get cancer, right?
Heyu opened the "Ten-Thousand-Spring Technique" and began to study it.
In fact, cultivation methods don't need to be read; you just need to hold the method, press it to your forehead, and the knowledge will automatically flow into your brain.
However, there were some things Heyu couldn't understand, so he kept asking Luo Qingyi.
Although Luo Qingyi didn't understand why the senior kept asking her such basic questions, she thought it might be because he wanted to talk to her more, so she never refused and explained everything carefully.
Time passed day by day.
For a whole month, Heyu didn't leave the house once, and the delivery guy almost memorized his address.
Heyu remembered the last time he worked this hard was during his senior year of high school.
The "Ten-Thousand-Spring Technique" wasn't complicated. As a beginner's method, much of its content was actually quite straightforward.
With the dual guidance of Luo Qingyi and Bai Ling, Heyu had fully grasped it.
During this time, Bai Ling also led the Half-Demons and cultivators to rebuild their home.
They moved from their original Qingyuan Mountain to the Half-Demon Territory, where they began large-scale construction.
Cultivators, after all, are still human; they need a place to live and a place to cultivate.
After a month's effort, the Half-Demon Territory finally looked presentable. Although it still appeared barren, it was at least taking shape.
To be honest, since Heyu was cultivating, he didn't really manage the Half-Demons, only occasionally feeding them some meat. Yet, unintentionally, he had trained them to be like him.
Now Hei Lie's wolf tail wagged faster than a dog's.
It seems that no matter which world you're in, whoever provides the milk is the mother.
"Senior, that's it. Did I explain it clearly enough?"
Luo Qingyi stood on a high slope, gently closing the "Ten-Thousand-Spring Technique."
She had finished explaining the entire method to Heyu.
"Thank you."
Heyu sincerely expressed his gratitude.
"No need to thank me, Senior."
How could an Immortal not know such a basic method? This must be the senior helping her solidify her foundation.
In this month, she had finished eating the Claw Limb by herself. With ample Spiritual Qi and her diligent cultivation, her cultivation level successfully reached... the nineteenth level of Qi Refinement.
Others could break through at the tenth level, but she needed to reach the twentieth.
That's the power of Dao Bones.
Although her cultivation speed seemed slow on the surface, even at the Qi Refinement stage, she could already contend with those in the late Foundation Establishment stage.
Moreover, she had no bottlenecks, and her breakthroughs would never encounter obstacles. Her future was promising.
She would definitely be able to help the senior.
"Senior, it's your turn to speak."
Luo Qingyi was eager.
At this moment, a large number of cultivators suddenly appeared around the previously empty small hill, and even some Half-Demons crowded over.
They were here for one reason: to hear about Senior Zhetian's past!
Each of these cultivators and Half-Demons held paper and pen, afraid of forgetting what they heard.
Even Bai Ling quietly approached Luo Qingyi, holding paper and pen, looking like a diligent student.
Originally, after Heyu finished studying, he found Luo Qingyi's routine of either cultivating or explaining to him all day quite boring, so he started telling her about the novels he was reading.
Having never experienced emotional entanglements or public displays of brilliance, Luo Qingyi was immediately captivated.
Later, they agreed that Luo Qingyi would explain cultivation methods to Heyu, and Heyu would tell novels to Luo Qingyi.
However, Luo Qingyi inadvertently leaked this to Bai Ling, and it spread.
The difference was that they took the novel's content seriously, believing it to be the past cultivation experiences of Great Emperor Zhetian.
Heyu wanted to explain, but even Luo Qingyi believed it.
Well, there's no need to explain now.
Heyu helplessly opened his phone and flipped to the novel.
"So, Xiao Huohuo had just climbed the cliff when he suddenly saw the Little Doctor Immortal standing above, watching him..."
Originally, only Luo Qingyi could hear Heyu's voice, but Luo Qingyi had learned a spell from Bai Ling that could amplify the voice in her heart for everyone to hear.
Although the content was still spoken by Heyu, the voice was Luo Qingyi's.
Half an hour passed, and Heyu stopped speaking.
The crowd left reluctantly, discussing as they walked.
"As expected of the senior, wherever he goes, opportunities abound."
"The three-year agreement, I can't wait to hear it."
"Do you think I might also find a ring with an old grandpa inside?"
"Well, go jump off a cliff, and I'll take care of your wife."
Not far away, Tian Can left by burrowing into the ground again.
After ensuring he was far from the Half-Demons, Tian Can hurriedly took out paper and pen to record everything he had just heard.
"Xiao Huohuo? Is that Senior Zhetian's name? No, it must be an alias. The ring's old grandpa, could it be that Senior Zhetian relied on that senior's assistance to cultivate to his current level? Hmm, it must be so."
Tian Can mumbled to himself as he wrote, and upon closer inspection, he was actually writing annotations, with the paper full of his interpretations of the previous story.
"But it feels like the world the senior described is very different from the Xuanyuan Realm. Could the senior be from another world?"
In the Vast World, besides the Xuanyuan Realm, there are other cultivation worlds. In the past, cultivators from other worlds had visited the Xuanyuan Realm, and even the Demon Race came from other worlds.
But among the myriad worlds, there is only one Immortal Realm. Once you ascend, no matter which world you're from, you'll meet in the Immortal Realm.
"Senior Zhetian is so powerful, he must have noticed me eavesdropping but didn't stop me."
Tian Can looked up at the sky, clasping his hands in respect:
"Senior Zhetian, I wish to write a book about your experiences for all cultivators to read!"
Tian Can had started as a rogue cultivator before joining a sect, and he understood how important a complete life story of a great cultivator was to a novice.
They could gain many insights from a great cultivator's life, and even those with high cultivation levels could break through by understanding others' experiences.
Among cultivators, just watching a great cultivator's battle could be immensely beneficial, let alone their entire life.
As a former rogue cultivator, he wanted to do something good for all rogue cultivators, as he had received much help from them along his journey.
The sky remained silent for a long time.
"The senior definitely noticed me and didn't refuse, so he tacitly agreed."
Tian Can thanked the sky once more.
"I need to give the book a name, 'The Chronicles of Great Emperor Zhetian'? Hmm, directly using the honorific title doesn't seem right. 'The Legend of Xiao Huohuo'? Hmm, an alias won't do."
Tian Can pondered deeply, and suddenly, he remembered how the senior always tore through the sky to attack, and the golden giant hand that ripped the sky apart.
"The sky is the firmament, tearing through the sky is breaking the firmament... Got it, that's the name!"
Tian Can wrote four large characters on the paper with a flourish.
"Immortal Breaks the Firmament!"
Tian Can looked at the name he came up with, growing more satisfied the more he looked at it.
Then, Tian Can disappeared into the night, heading straight for the Middle Lands.
He had spent his life working for the sect, and now, he wanted to do something good for the rogue cultivators, as he himself had come from a rogue cultivator background.