Realizing This Is A Wuxia World After Cultivating For 300 Years

Chapter 2 - Accidentally Entering the Peach Garden Meeting Master Immortal

, his stomach suddenly started growling.

“Hahaha, you must be hungry.” Cui Heng laughed before looking at the empty space beside him. He uttered softly, “Yellow-scarved Strongman, where are you?”

“Yellow-scarved Strongman?” Hong Fugui was somewhat confused. He did not know what Cui Heng was saying to the void, but the scene that appeared in front of him left him dumbfounded.

The empty space was like a lake that had been broken by a rock, rippling.

Then, a three-meter tall, muscular, and extremely burly yellow-clothed man appeared out of thin air in the room. He knelt on one knee respectfully in front of Cui Heng, “Greetings, Master Immortal!”

Immortal technique!

This was an Immortal!

Hong Fugui looked at Cui Heng with disbelief, and his eyes and mouth fell wide open. His face was covered in shock.

Youre saying that youre not an Immortal?!

At this moment, he was enlightened and knelt down with a thump. He prostrated on the ground and said respectfully, “Venerable Immortal, please give me the method to save the world!”

“Ah, this…” Cui Heng suddenly felt a numb feeling on his scalp.

He only wanted to get the Yellow-scarved Strongman to bring some food over. Why did this kid suddenly kneel down?

This kid indeed came from a mortal plane from the Xianxia world.

So ignorant.

“Get up, get up, have something to eat first.” Cui Heng raised his hand lightly, and a wave of invisible Dharmic powers surged out, directly dragging Hong Fugui to stand up.

Although he didnt know any Dharma spells, his Dharmic powers itself possessed a certain mystical characteristic. It was quite easy for him to accomplish this.

But in Hong Fuguis opinion, this was a true godly technique!

He controlled his Qi through the air and made a person stand up!

This was a legend of the pugilistic world, something that only the gods of the land could do!

He was even more certain that his benefactor was a reclusive Immortal!

However, Hong Fugui did not continue to kneel and worship Cui Heng.

Instead, he listened to Cui Heng and waited for dinner.

He had lost his parents when he was young and had later been deceived and sold to the temple. He had been a monk and after escaping, he had wandered around for a long time. He became a beggar and had seen too much of the world.

Therefore, he knew very well that when he wanted to obtain something from others, he could not force it based on his own wishful thinking.

He could not use the other partys compassion to force him.

Instead, he should display his worth first.

Then, he could talk about other things.

Before displaying his value, it was best to show obedience.

“I cannot leave a bad impression on Master Immortal.” Hong Fugui thought.

However, when the Yellow-scarved Strongman produced a table of delicacies out of thin air, he could no longer remain calm.

He stared at the roasted chicken, roast duck, and beef on the table without moving.

Poor Hong Fugui. He had never eaten more than a few mouthfuls of meat before.

“You got it wrong. This is what I usually eat.” Cui Heng rolled his eyes and said to the Yellow-scarved Strongman, “Bring me that bowl of nourishing white porridge.”

Its not a joking matter to feed a starving person such a big feast!

“Yes, Master Immortal!” The Yellow-scarved Strongman nodded.

With a wave of his hand, he collected all the dishes on the table and replaced them with a large pot of fragrant white porridge and two small bowls of pickled vegetables.

“Here, eat.” Cui Heng pointed at the plain porridge and pickled vegetables and said to Hong Fugui, “Its not suitable for you to eat too much meat right now. Have some porridge to nourish your body first.”

“…” At this moment, Hong Fugui fell silent. He looked at the plain porridge on the table in a daze. His eyes were filled with sorrow, and his reaction was even greater than when he saw the feast of meat earlier. It was as if he had fallen into some kind of memory.


He suddenly knelt on the ground and kowtowed deeply as he faced the bowl of porridge. His voice was a little hoarse as he said, “Father, Mother, your child is unfilial. I caused you guys to not even be able to have a bowl of steaming white porridge before you died!”

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