Chapter 142
A fine spring drizzle fell in gentle threads, soaking into the earth.
Mist began to rise over the green mountains and clear waters.
In a scattered patch of farmland, Fang Yixin no longer looked like a young noble. Instead he wore a bamboo hat, a straw rain cape, and had rolled up his trousers, working the ridges like an old farmer.
After a long while he straightened up, wiped the mud from his hands, and gave a bitter smile. “I once thought that entering the path of immortal cultivation meant dining on wind and dew, making a few close friends, roaming the world by night and returning at dawn with a flower in hand… Who could have guessed it would come to this.”
“Heh heh…”
Not far away, Hu Quanan, who was casting the Spirit Rain Technique, chuckled. “When I was young I thought the same… but now you understand, right? Even this bitter labor is something we fought desperately to obtain. If I hadn’t swallowed my pride, you wouldn’t even have a place to sell your life!”
Fang Yixin could only smile wryly in reply.
News from the outside world arrived without end these days. Demon soldiers had already crushed Ba Commandery and Yulin Commandery, swallowing up more than half of Ancient Shu. Even the eastern regions and the Southern Border were now reporting outbreaks of war.
The cultivators who had stubbornly remained in their homelands, unwilling to leave, were now filled with bitter regret. Entire families fled, yet most failed to escape. They were captured and thrown into the army, wave after wave dying in battle.