Qingyun Domain, Lianyung City, Ning Mansion.
Dongfang Weixi.
Chen Ping was lying on the wooden bed, with his hands behind his head. Through the window, he stared blankly at the water droplets on the eaves dripping down, revealing the coldness that still lingered just after the midwinter.
It was still dark, but he was not sleepy at all.
He is not of this world.
In his previous life, he was an ordinary otaku. He never wanted to play games all night long. He fell asleep due to extreme fatigue, and when he woke up, he had traveled through time.
This is a mysterious world where everyone advocates cultivating immortals. There are many sects and demons are rampant...
Danger is everywhere.
Everything is inferior, only cultivating immortals is high.
very lucky.
The original owner was a cultivator.
Unfortunately.
He is twenty-two years old and is still a first-level qi-training monk. Such qualifications have caused all the major sects to close their doors...and windows to him.
He was a back wave and had been beaten to death on the beach long ago.
Because of this, as a miserable casual cultivator, he became a servant of the Ning Mansion a few years ago in an attempt to get some cultivation resources.
He has no relatives or friends in this world, and is alone. Although his cultivation level is a little low, wealthy families still like such servants. If something goes wrong, they can just dig a hole and bury it, and there is no need to pay compensation or eat a meal. No further hassle.
Fortunately, practitioners don't have much to do as servants. They usually do some chores, and occasionally need to complete some dangerous tasks that only Qi practitioners can complete.
But, there is no future.
With such meager resources, there is no need to think about attaining immortality.
I can't even reach the foundation building in this life.
At this time.
"Everyone, get up, get up. Manager Wang has informed us to gather in the outer hall. Fellow Taoists, hurry up and don't delay." A rude knock on the door interrupted Chen Ping's thoughts.
The snoring in the house suddenly stopped, and then there was the rustling sound of getting up.
This is one of the large courtyards for servants to live in. There are six or seven people sleeping in it. Not to mention the continuous sounds at night, just the sour smell in the air that even the cleaning charm cannot help is enough to make people feel uncomfortable. A person drinks from a pot.
As for whether there were six or seven people sleeping, Chen Ping couldn't remember clearly, because the high mortality rate caused the number of people to fluctuate very frequently. It was very likely that there were seven people sleeping today and six people tomorrow.
'When will this fucking life end? '
...
Outer hall.
More than ten people listened to the routine of Manager Wang arranging today's chores.
Practitioners are worthless in Lianyung City, so they still need to do chores.
Hundreds of miles away from Lianyun City is the famous Qingyun Sect. Lianyun City is a satellite city under the jurisdiction of Qingyun Sect. This city is different from ordinary cities.
There are mortals in this city, but most of them are practitioners, casual practitioners who are looking forward to entering Qingyun Sect or being eliminated by the sect.
There are as many practitioners here as there were college students in the imperial capital of Chen Ping's later generations.
If it’s too much, it’s naturally worthless.
"Not much, I'm going to help at the drug store today."
"Li Fugui, today you will practice sword practice with the Seventeenth Young Master."
"Zhang Dayer, get ready. Team Wang is planning an animal hunting operation. Go over and help."
"..."
After reciting the first set of tasks, maybe he didn’t see his friend, a monk asked:
"Manager Wang, I heard that the beast hunting team led by Captain Liu came back at midnight yesterday. Why didn't you see Fellow Daoist Xiao Fan and Xiao?"
Manager Wang lowered his head and continued to look through the roster.
"Steward Wang..." The fellow Taoist thought that Steward Wang didn't hear.
Manager Wang raised his head and interrupted:
"The beast-hunting team led by Captain Liu did return at midnight last night. Unfortunately, it suffered heavy losses. Two monks died, and Fellow Daoist Xiao was among them."
There was the word "pity" in the words, but the tone was understatement.
As if dead people were a common occurrence.
Chen Ping's heart skipped a beat.
Another death.
Every once in a while, a servant who is a monk in the Qi training period dies due to various tasks, which has become a normal occurrence. Everyone seems to be numb, and they are all confident that they will not die next.
We are all gamblers in life.
It's hard to get this servant's money.
The risk factor is too high.
Chen Ping began to think about retreating.
"Chen Ping, Ding Liu, you two are not allowed to take leave for these two days. You will have a very important task in three days. Please make preparations and recharge your batteries."
"For these three days, just stay in the house and help liberate the beast."
"..."
After Chen Ping took over the task, he and his colleagues went to the kitchen to help out in the courtyard without talking to anyone else.
Are you thinking about what to do next?
You can't always be a servant here, right?
Many tasks are too dangerous, and there are no choices in tasks. You might die unexpectedly one day.
But how to choose?
The one closest to Lianyun City is the lofty Qingyun Sect, but his age and cultivation have already determined that this path will not work. Qingyun Sect never accepts disciples who are over twenty years old and in the Qi training period.
In addition, Chen Ping really didn't know what other cities were outside Lianyun City, which was beyond his knowledge.
Don't go out either.
The endless forest outside the city was beyond the reach of a monk in his Qi training stage.
...How do casual cultivators make a living in Lianyuncheng?
After thinking about it, Chen Ping quickly arrived at the courtyard outside the kitchen. When he put his thoughts back, what he saw was a huge monster beast.
A first-order monster.
No wonder two Qi-training monks died. First-level monsters are comparable to human Qi-trainers in terms of realm. However, the monsters are huge in size, naturally rough-skinned and thick-flesh, possess fierce aggression, and their combat power is far greater than that of humans of the same level.
Usually more than ten monks in the early stage of Qi training besiege a first-level monster, but they may not be able to capture it.
It would be better if two people died this time.
"Such a big monster will keep you and me busy for three days." said the colleague who was traveling with him.
Chen Ping smiled and said:
"This is good, at least you don't have to go out and take risks."
The colleague was stunned for a moment:
"I've never seen you cherish your life so much before? How can you earn resources if you don't go out to do tasks?"
Chen Ping smiled and said nothing.
Although the task of going out is dangerous, all the practitioners rush to do it.
Because the income is high.
The servants' resource remuneration is also distributed according to their work.
Chen Ping said nothing more and began to use his knife to dissect the monster. This was his mission for the past three days.
Bald.
As soon as the knife went down, a light screen appeared in front of him. He subconsciously grabbed it, but it was empty.
The panel is a translucent piece of light and shadow.
The light curtain panel is very simple, just like the game panels of later generations, with only a few lines of powerful text on it:
[Name: Chen Ping. 】
[Life span: 22/71. 】
[Realm: Qi training (level 1): 25/100. 】
[Kung Fu: Evergreen Kung Fu (entry level): 16/100. 】
[Spell: Breeze Nine Swords (One Style): 218/1000. 】
[Skill: Anatomy (entry): 761/1000. 】
Chen Ping was overjoyed.
this...
...is it Goldfinger?
very nice.
...
Chen Ping came to his senses and quickly accepted the existence of Golden Finger.
After all, we have traveled through time, so what’s impossible with a game panel?
It's just that this life span...
Seventy-one years old...
None of them reached the average life span of future generations.
Chen Ping smiled to himself and continued to explore the panel.
After many attempts, I finally figured it out.
The panel does not always exist, but can be mobilized at will by his thoughts, and the panel appears conatively.
The panel has no other functions, no hidden copies or extensions.
The panel cannot be used for dialogue.
Can't communicate.
At the bottom of the panel, there is a text that disappears after reading to explain the fonts that appear. Let Chen Ping understand the properties of the panel.
'This is a proficiency panel. As long as you practice the same skill repeatedly, you can continue to improve. '
Thinking of this, Chen Ping speeded up the dissection.
really.
The numbers have changed.
Seeing the +1, +1, +1... numbers that kept jumping on the panel, Chen Ping couldn't help laughing.
coach.
I want to become immortal.
