Chapter 61: The Buds of Hundred Arts, Teaching for All

"Hey, have you heard?"

"The Black Turtle Patriarch Li Feiyu attacked Mount Xumi not long ago, killed the abbot of Tianyin Temple, Pu Hong, and left in style. The Tianyin Sect didn't dare to say a word!"

"Hahaha! It's really refreshing. Those bald donkeys also have their moments of suffering!"

"Hey, I also heard that the Ten Thousand Poison Sect was also destroyed by this old ancestor. I even went in for a walk, and hey, the corpses were piled up into a mountain..."

"Mosquito, you are a digger, how dare you enter the Snake Valley with your needle-like courage? I heard that you were so scared that you wet your pants when you just arrived at the entrance of the valley."

"That's right. If you have the guts, I'll leave half of my kang for you tonight!"

"Bah, Zhao Liu'er, what nonsense are you talking about? Don't disbelieve me. I, Rat Master, actually walked around the ruins of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect and found some good stuff!"

"Hey, everyone, please look, this is a rare treasure!" The man pulled his goatee and took out something from his arms with a gleaming eye and showed it to others.

Zhang Xiaochun was curious. He remembered that he had searched the place thoroughly, so there shouldn't be anything left.

As a result, when he took a closer look, he saw a dusty urinal with a few talismans carved on it, which was regarded as a treasure!

Here and now.

It is a market where independent practitioners gather.

A group of half-evil and half-good monks sat in a roadside teahouse, chatting about all kinds of anecdotes and constantly boasting about their own skills.

The techniques these people practiced were varied. Most of them were new practitioners who acquired the true teachings by chance, and then figured out some techniques on their own.

Of course, for Zhang Xiaochun now, these skills are really unsightly and too superficial, but it cannot be denied that they still have their highlights.

The inferior charm techniques, the illusions that look like magic tricks, the medicines with aphrodisiac effects, those who raise poisonous bees and other insects, those who travel thousands of miles to seek treasures, those who take the blood and limbs of exotic animals to merge into their own body in order to gain strength...

It seems to be growing wildly, and everything seems to be in the budding stage of the hundreds of arts of cultivating immortals, and a complete and specific system has not yet been formed.

Most of them come from small sects, or have no specific sect at all. They are considered the bottom of the current cultivation world and do not have any powerful inheritance.

Cultivating to the third or fourth level of Jade Purity Realm is the pinnacle.

The famous and upright sects look down on them, while the evil cults and monsters do whatever they want. No matter which sect they are, they can't afford to offend them. They can be said to be trying to survive in the cracks. But even such a group of small characters have their own ways to survive.

That is: survive!
And they will also stick together to keep each other warm and share what they have!
However, Zhang Xiaochun treated these people differently. Not for any reason, but simply because they had made their own way with their own talents.

If you ask what these people are most proficient in, it is news from all over the world.

Zhang Xiaochun still looked like a teenager, but he was wearing old clothes that had faded from being washed. He drank coarse tea sip by sip, eating a few fennel beans, and mingled with them, not looking out of place at all.

And he pricked up one ear to listen to the interesting stories they told. After all, sometimes the exchanges of information were not as well-versed as those local tyrants.

A lot of news about treasures was obtained from their mouths. Although we don’t know whether it is true or not, some things happen without smoke and mirrors.

"Why do I hear that the Black Turtle Ancestor still looks like a child!" said a vulgar woman with a puffy chest and cool clothes.

"What's the matter? Sun Sanniang, do you still want to breastfeed the baby? If you have time, you can cook some dishes and feed me!" The burly man said roughly.

"Ha! Ha! Ha!" Everyone burst into laughter.

"Go to hell, Qian Laosi, you poor bastard. Why don't you pay me back the money I owe you for food someday?" the woman cursed with a red face.

These casual cultivators spoke crudely, but with just a few words, they managed to piece together the entire process of Zhang Xiaochun's rampage in Tianyin Temple. They even described the affairs of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect in a detailed manner.

Even Zhang Xiaochun himself didn't know when he became enemies with the Poison God in his youth because of a righteous woman, and he was jealous of her.

I can only say that these people talk too much nonsense.

Zhang Xiaochun felt a little embarrassed as he listened to what they said, and he couldn't help but say a few words back.

"It is said that heroes emerge from youth. Don't you think it is possible that the Black Turtle Ancestor is that age?" Zhang Xiaochun interrupted.

"Go away, go away, what do you know, you ignorant child? The Black Turtle Ancestor is clearly an old monster who has not appeared in the world for many years. How could he be only in his teens?" a man retorted.

"They need to feed seven or eight babies for one meal. You are not even enough to fill their teeth."

puff!
Zhang Xiaochun spat out a mouthful of tea. He felt that if he allowed these people to spread false information, he would probably be demonized by them.

Eight feet tall? Three heads and six arms?
A bloody mouth? A mouth full of fangs?

"Tsk tsk tsk, you see, the name Li Feiyu is so resounding, the black robe is bloody and the wind is blowing, the bones are piled up like a mountain and the ghosts are weeping. I don't know if this ancestor will accept disciples. If he does, I will definitely be the first to join."

"You are a sickly guy as thin as a bamboo pole. You can't even lie in bed for half a cup of tea. No one wants your money even if you give it to them for free. Haha!" someone laughed.

"Hey, look at this kid, he's also carrying the pot. What? Do you think you're the Black Turtle Ancestor?" Someone with sharp eyes spotted the black pot that Zhang Xiaochun was leaning against the corner of the table.

A woman with a slightly worldly air and seductive eyes put her arm around Zhang Xiaochun's shoulders, half-covered her face with a round fan, and teased him, "Little brother, if you really have the ability of the Black Turtle Ancestor,

No, five cents is enough. You stayed in my Zuishengju for two months for free, and I called the best girls to serve you every day, and I didn't say anything."

Zhang Xiaochun unnoticeably pushed the woman's hands away, picked up the tortoise-patterned pot beside him, and then wiped his face, revealing his original appearance as the Black Turtle Ancestor.

The black robe fluttered without wind. He smiled and said, "Okay, if I have time, I will definitely go to my sister's house to experience it. But now it's not possible. I have to hurry on my way. I can only disappoint my sister's kindness."

Zhang Xiaochun soared into the sky, looking down from above, and sized up the people below him with an expression that was wanton, as if he were looking down at ants. The corners of his mouth curled up in amusement, and he said:
"Everyone, there is a glimmer of hope under the Heavenly Dao. I will give you a chance. I will be waiting for you at Kongsang Mountain in a month. I will then preach the Great Dao. What you can realize depends entirely on you."

After saying this, Zhang Xiaochun turned into a stream of light and left.

"No, brother, hit me. The person who was drinking tea with us just now was really the Black Turtle ancestor Li Feiyu? The ruthless man who destroyed the Ten Thousand Poison Sect?" A fat man opened his mouth wide and said to the person next to him in disbelief.

Snapped!
clap clap clap!
Clap clap clap!

"Hiss! Wait, that's enough! I asked you to hit me once, not so many times!"

"I'm trying to wake you up, isn't it? What if we were both dreaming? So I'm going to hit you for my share too."

"Besides, you have thick skin and tough flesh. I'm afraid that if I hit you, I won't be able to wake you up!"

Fatty: Thank you!

(End of this chapter)