Qingyun Domain, Lianyun City, Ningfu.

Oriental Weixi.

Chen Ping lay on the stiff wooden bed, his hands pillowed behind his head, through the window, his eyes were stunned to watch the water droplets on the eaves dripping down one by one, revealing the cold air that was still remaining just after midwinter.

It was not yet dawn, but he did not sleep.

He is not from this world.

In his previous life, he was an ordinary otaku, who never wanted to play a game all night, fell asleep under extreme fatigue, and woke up to have crossed over here.

This is a mysterious world where everyone admires the cultivation of immortals, with many sects and demons...

Danger is everywhere.

Everything is inferior, but only the cultivation of immortals is high.

Very lucky.

The original owner is an immortal cultivator.

It's a pity.

He was already twenty-two years old, and he was still a first-level Qi cultivator, and such a qualification made the major sects close the doors to him a long time ago... and windows.

He is a back wave, and he has long been photographed dead on the beach.

Because of this, as a miserable cultivator, he became a family member in the Ning Mansion a few years ago, trying to mix up some cultivation resources.

He has no relatives and no reason in this world, he is alone, although his cultivation is a little lower, but the big family still likes such a family, and if something happens, he can dig a pit and bury it, no need to give compensation, no need to eat, and there is no follow-up trouble.

Fortunately, there are not many family affairs for cultivators, and they usually do some odd jobs, and occasionally need to complete some dangerous tasks that can only be done by qi practitioners.

However, there is no future.

Relying on such a small amount of resources, you will never have to think about immortality.

I can't build a foundation in this life.

Then.

"Guys, get up, get up. Steward Wang informed the outer hall to gather, all Taoist friends hurry up, don't delay. A rude knock on the door came out, interrupting Chen Ping's thoughts.

The snoring in the room stopped suddenly, followed by the sound of waking up.

It was one of the courtyards where six or seven people slept, not to mention the various sounds that fluctuated at night, and the sour smell in the air that didn't even help cleaning charms was enough for a pot to drink.

As for whether there were six or seven people who slept there, Chen Ping couldn't remember clearly, because the high mortality rate made the number of people fluctuate very frequently, it is likely that there will be seven people today, and six people tomorrow.

'When is this fucking life?' ’

......

Outer hall.

More than a dozen people routinely listened to the king's steward arrange today's chores.

Cultivators are not worth much in Lianyun City, so chores also need to be done.

Hundreds of miles away from Lianyun City is the famous Qingyun Sect. Lianyun City is a satellite city under the jurisdiction of the Qingyun Sect, and this city is not quite the same as the mortal city.

There are mortals in this city, but more of them are cultivators, casual cultivators who are looking forward to entering the Qingyun Sect or being eliminated by the sect.

There are as many cultivators here as there are college students in the imperial capital of Chen Ping's later generations.

If there are too many, it is naturally not worth much.

"It's not much, I'm going to help at the pharmacy today."

"Li Fugui, today you accompany the seventeenth young master to practice swords."

"Zhang Da'er, you are ready to prepare, the Wang team is planning a beast hunting operation, you can go over and help."

“......”

After the first set of tasks, Xu didn't see his friend, and a monk asked:

"Steward Wang, I heard that the beast hunting team brought by Team Liu came back in the middle of the night yesterday, why didn't you see Xiao Fan and Xiao Daoyou?"

Steward Wang bowed his head and continued to look through the roster.

"Steward Wang..."The Taoist thought that Steward Wang hadn't heard.

Steward Wang looked up and interrupted:

"The beast hunting team led by Team Liu did return in the middle of the night last night, but unfortunately suffered heavy losses, and two monks died, and Xiao Daoyou was among them."

The word "pity" is in the words, but the tone is understated.

It's as if dead people are a common thing.

Chen Ping chuckled in his heart.

Another one died.

Every once in a while, there are Qi cultivation period monks who die due to various tasks, which has become the norm, and everyone seems to be numb, confident that it will not be themselves who will die next.

They are all gamblers of life.

It's not easy to get this family's money.

The risk factor is too high.

Chen Ping had a retreat in his heart.

"Chen Ping, Ding Liu, the two of you are not allowed to ask for leave to go out for the past two days, and there is a very important task in three days, you should prepare a little and recuperate."

"In the past three days, let's help relieve the beast in the mansion."

“.....”

After Chen Ping took over the task, he didn't talk much with others, so he and his colleagues went to the kitchen courtyard to help.

Thinking about what to do next?

You can't always be in charge here, can you?

Many of the missions are too dangerous, and you don't have a choice of missions, and you may die one day.

But how can you choose?

The closest to Lianyun City was the high-flying Qingyun Sect, but his age and cultivation had long decided that this path would not work, and the Qingyun Sect never accepted disciples who were over twenty years old in the Qi cultivation period.

In addition, Chen Ping really didn't know what other cities were outside Lianyun City, which was beyond his cognition.

Don't go out either.

The endless forest outside the city was not something he could walk out of as a Qi cultivation cultivator.

... How do casual cultivators make a living in Lianyun City?

Thinking about it, Chen Ping quickly arrived at the courtyard of the kitchen, retracted his thoughts, and saw a huge demon beast.

First-Order Demon Beast.

No wonder two Qi cultivation period cultivators died, the first-order demon beast was comparable to human Qi cultivation in the realm, but the demon beast was huge, born with rough skin and thick flesh, and had its own aggressiveness, and its combat power was far greater than that of humans of the same level.

Usually, more than ten early Qi cultivation stage cultivators besieged a first-order demon beast, and they might not be able to take it down.

It's good to die two this time.

"With such a big demon beast, you and I have been busy for three days." Said a colleague in the same industry.

Chen Ping smiled:

"That's good, at least you don't have to go out and take risks."

Colleagues paused:

"I've never seen you so desperate before? If you don't go out to do tasks, how can you earn resources? ”

Chen Ping smiled and didn't speak.

Although the task of going out was dangerous, all the practitioners rushed to do it.

Because the income is high.

The remuneration for the resources of the family members is also distributed according to work.

Chen Ping didn't say anything more, and began to wield a knife to dissect the demon beast, which was his task for the past three days.

Bald.

With a knife, a light curtain appeared in front of him, and he subconsciously grabbed it, but he grabbed a void.

The panel is a translucent piece of light and shadow.

The light curtain panel is very simple, like the game panel of later generations, with only a few lines of strong text on it:

[Name: Chen Ping.] 】

[Lifespan: 22/71.] 】

[Realm: Qi Cultivation (1st Floor): 25/100. 】

[Exercise: Evergreen Gong (Beginner): 16/100. 】

[Spell: Breeze Nine Swords (1 Formula): 218/1000.] 】

[Skill: Anatomy (Beginner): 761/1000.] 】

Chen Ping was overjoyed.

This...

... Is it a cheat?

That's nice.

......

Chen Ping came back to his senses and quickly accepted the existence of the golden finger.

After all, it's all crossed, what's impossible with a game panel?

It's just that this longevity...

Seventy-one years old...

None of them have reached the average life expectancy of later generations.

Chen Ping smiled self-deprecatingly and continued to explore the panel.

After many attempts, it finally became clear.

The panel does not exist all the time, but can be moved by his mind at will.

The panel has no other features, no hidden copies or extended features.

Panels can't talk.

Can't communicate.

At the bottom of the panel, there is a text that burns after reading to explain the font that appears. Let Chen Ping understand the properties of the panel.

It's a proficiency board, and you can keep improving the same skill if you keep practicing it. ’

Thinking of this, Chen Ping sped up the speed of dissection.

Really.

The numbers have changed.

Seeing the +1, +1, +1... numbers constantly beating on the panel, Chen Ping couldn't help but laugh.

Instructor.

I want to cultivate immortals.