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Chapter 202: The Mortal World is a Disaster and a Fate

"call……"

Zhang Wei flew tens of thousands of miles carrying the Seventh Young Master on his back before he stopped and gasped for breath.

It's exciting.

I am probably the only one in the entire snowfield who has escaped from the hands of an ancient demon in the early Nascent Soul stage twice.
"Xiao Fan, are you okay?" The Seventh Young Master asked worriedly from behind.

"fine……"

Zhang Wei waved his hand and said, "This place is not far from Lingze City. The Sky Net Talisman can't trap Bai Ning for long. We must go back quickly!"

The Seventh Young Master looked at Zhang Wei's breathless appearance and asked worriedly: "But are you really okay now? Do you want me to carry you?"

"No, you're too slow."

Zhang Wei shook his head, then waved his hand to summon the sleeping Lei Ze, and shouted: "Lei Ze, wake up!"

"Moo—"

The electromagnetic magic sand turned into the appearance of Lei Ze, and then obediently turned into a black cloud to hold up Zhang Wei and the Seventh Young Master, and then flew towards Lingze City at a speed that was not inferior to Zhang Wei's magnetic levitation flying technique.

After more than half a year of refining, Lei Ze has refined most of the monsters and spirits that Zhang Wei has collected for him during this period.

Now it can be said to be a fourth-grade primary spiritual treasure. If it is completely refined, it is very likely to evolve into a fourth-grade intermediate quality!

This is really necessary for Zhang Wei now.

After all, in order to find the Seventh Young Master, he had invested three magic weapons, two precious fifth-level talismans, and an even more precious disposable fifth-level talisman.

The Seven Profound Heavenly Thunder Locks, the Seven-Aperture Leifeng Pagoda and the Thunder Chariot have all been completely destroyed. Now the only weapons he has in his hand are the seven Golden Crow Flying Knives.

Even if he could ask Ling Ze Zhenjun or even the Seventh Young Master's divine father (mother) for reimbursement afterwards, the adaptability of the magic weapons obtained would probably not be as good as the ones refined by Zhang Wei.

Zhang Wei muttered, "Now that Kui's demon materials have been used up, where can we find such good thunder-attributed demon beast demon materials to refine magic weapons?"

"Xiao Fan, are you in need of a magic weapon?"

At this moment, Zhang Wei suddenly felt a soft feeling coming from behind.

When he turned around, he saw that it was the Seventh Young Master who had his chin resting on his shoulder again.

Seeing Zhang Wei turning around, the Seventh Young Master revealed a very cute smile.

Wait, why do I think that's cute?
Zhang Wei shook his head violently, and repeatedly reminded himself in his heart that the Snow Spirits had no gender. You may think the Seventh Young Master is cute now, but next time you see him, you may have to call him the Seventh Prince!
However, what the Seventh Young Master said reminded Zhang Wei.

The guy in front of me is the top second generation of Ling country!

So she cried miserably, "Yes, in order to save you, I have thrown three fourth-level magic weapons into your house, two of which are top-grade fourth-level magic weapons, and they are both very suitable for me..."

The Seventh Young Master had no doubts.

After all, the scene of Zhang Wei using the Thunder Chariot to break through the Snow Cellar and Ice Sky Formation not long ago is still vivid in people’s minds.

The magic weapon that can create a hole in a fifth-order formation must be of a very high level!

When the Seventh Young Master thought that Zhang Wei had actually damaged his very important treasure for him, the strange feeling in his heart became stronger.

So he said, "Don't worry. When I return, I will ask my father to open the treasury and let you go in and choose whatever you want. I guarantee that you will find a magic weapon that satisfies you!"

Okay, I've been waiting for you to say this!
Zhang Wei said gratefully: "Thank you, Seventh Young Master."

“It’s okay…” The Seventh Young Master pinched the ends of his hair and said in a low voice.

With Lei Ze's full efforts, Zhang Wei and the Seventh Young Master spent three days and finally crossed the border and arrived in Lingze City.

As soon as he returned to Lingze City, Lingze Zhenjun, who had not yet recovered from his injuries, came out to greet him. Seeing the safe and sound Seventh Young Master, he excitedly said, "Seventh Young Master, you're back! Are you not hurt?"

The Seventh Young Master smiled and said, "No, Xiaofan has protected me very well. He even rescued me from the White Demon King not long ago!"

"what?"

Master Lingze was shocked when he heard this, and then quickly looked at Zhang Wei.

Zhang Wei explained: "This is all thanks to the Heavenly Net Talisman given to me by Master Lingze. If it weren't for it, I wouldn't be able to escape even if I had wings."

Then Zhang Wei told Master Ling Ze about his encounter with Bai Ning on the way back. This experience also scared him to death.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Wei managed to escape from Bai Ning's hands, and brought the Seventh Young Master with him.

This guy is not simple...

Ling Ze Zhenjun looked at Zhang Wei and nodded with satisfaction, then said: "Little friend Zhang, I, Ling Ze, promise to give you sufficient compensation for all the losses you incurred on this trip, and I will not let any of the heroes who have shed sweat and blood for my Ling country shed tears!"

"Then Xiaofan thanks you!"

Zhang Wei bowed, then remembered the situation of the Seventh Young Master, and sent a few words to Master Lingze.

Ling Ze paused after hearing this, and then stepped aside and said, "Seventh Young Master, you have been sleeping outside for so long. I ordered them to open the Dixin Hot Spring so that you can warm up your body!"

"Um……"

The Seventh Young Master nodded, and was about to follow Ling Ze forward. Halfway through, he realized something was wrong, so he turned around and grabbed Zhang Wei's hand again, pulling him towards the backyard of the City Lord's Mansion.

Zhang Wei asked, "What are you doing?"

The Seventh Young Master said as a matter of course: "Let's take a bath together."

Zhang Wei: “Huh?”

Zhang Wei was confused at first, but then his mood gradually turned into excitement.

The Spirit Cleansing Spring is a fifth-level spiritual spring, and it has a great effect on the soul. Soaking in it for a day can save Zhang Wei several years of hard training!
So Zhang Wei shamelessly decided to take advantage of the Seventh Young Master's favor.

Looking at the backs of the two people leaving, the expression of Ling Ze Zhenjun behind them gradually became strange, and then he shook his head with a smile.

He muttered, "Why should I worry about this? Let the old man Ling Wang worry about it!"

After soaking in the spring water, Zhang Wei received the reward for this trip from Ling Ze Zhenjun, who had an inexplicable smile on his face.

Then he couldn't wait to take the things back to Quanxin Valley, opened them and inspected them.

In addition to enough resources for him to cultivate to the late Jindan stage and repair the corpse puppet in Tianqu, Zhang Wei also discovered many thunder-attributed spiritual materials, which were obviously carefully selected by Master Lingze. Among them was the corpse of the Flying Thunder Wolf King that the Seventh Young Master and others killed when they first came to Lingze City.

It’s just a pity that there are not many high-grade thunder-attribute spiritual materials. At most, they are enough for Zhang Wei to refine two fourth-grade primary magic weapons.

This is not because Master Lingze is stingy, but most of the monsters and spiritual materials on the land of the Snow Country are mainly of ice attribute.

The number of spiritual materials and demon beasts with thunder attributes is even rarer than that in the Seven Star Sea. It is already quite good that Lingze City’s treasure house can collect so many.

"It seems that we have to go to Lingdu to take a look then."

Zhang Wei muttered, then turned his gaze to the remaining treasures.

Perhaps to make up for Zhang Wei's loss, this time Master Ling Ze took out three fifth-level talismans and a fourth-level mid-grade formation plate in one go.

Among them, the three fifth-level talismans include the Heaven and Earth Net Talisman that Zhang Wei had used before, as well as the Seven Killing Flying Sword Talisman which is specifically used to kill enemies and the Qiankun Heavenly Net Talisman which is specifically used for defense.

Although they are all fifth-grade primary products, their value is no less than the three magic weapons that Zhang Wei lost. If used in combination, no ordinary late Jindan cultivator would be able to withstand this combo.

The remaining formation plate is an offensive formation called the Qingluo Killing Formation. Once deployed, even if the opponents are three late Jindan cultivators, they will suffer a great loss. It can be said to be of extremely high value.

Just as Zhang Wei continued to count the treasures, he suddenly sensed that the restriction of Quanxin Valley had been triggered, so he hurried outside.

But he saw Xue Nuo, who had three scars on her face and looked more ferocious, standing at the entrance of the cave, looking at him with a smile on her face.

Zhang Wei opened the formation and laughed dryly, "Daoist Xuenuo!"

"Fellow Daoist Xiaofan..."

Xue Nuo said with a smile: "You hid it from me so badly, I always thought that the puppet was you, but I didn't expect it was just a trick of yours.

You are the so-called cousin who is the real "Tiandao Channel friend".

If you hadn't brought the Seventh Young Master back with you, I would have been kept in the dark. Tell me, how are you going to compensate me?"

Zhang Wei smiled and said, "How about I buy you a drink?" Xue Nuo clapped her hands and said, "That's great, it's settled. I heard that you got a lot of good things from the True Lord, so it's a good opportunity for me to beat up your local tyrant!"

The two of them burst into laughter, and then made an appointment to go to a restaurant in Lingze City to drink together.

On the way, Zhang Wei asked, "By the way, where are fellow Taoists Zhou Bo and Chi Yin?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Wei felt the happy expression on Xue Nuo's face choke, and then he sighed: "Chi Yin was seriously injured and is still recuperating.

Zhou Bo...he died in battle, but he was a good guy. Even when he died, he took a demon king in the middle stage of the golden elixir with him!"

After hearing about the current situation of the two Taoist friends who had once cooperated with him, Zhang Wei remained silent, then apologized: "Sorry..."

Xue Nuo smiled and said, "It's nothing. We are soldiers, and dying on the battlefield is our destiny. We fight against foreign enemies on the battlefield and die defending our homeland. Even if we go to hell, the legendary Yin Luo King Yu Lei will look up to us!"

Zhang Wei smiled, and when he passed a familiar street corner, he suddenly saw a house where a mourning shed was being set up.

He paused and asked, "I remember this is Xuehong's house..."

Zhang Wei suddenly remembered the Snow Spirit tribe member he met when he first came to Lingze City more than ten years ago. Although they had not had much contact, Zhang Wei still remembered him.

After all, he was the first guy who said he wanted to sleep with him.

I didn't expect that we would be separated by death when we met again?
Xue Nuo sighed and said, "Half of the people in Lingze City died in this battle. It can be said that every household is in mourning."

But then he said, "But this is still considered good. In the past, if 10% or 20% of the people died in the beast tide, it would not be a big deal. Now we have only lost half of them.

This is the war with the least casualties for us in thousands of years, and this is all thanks to you, Xiaofan."

"I?"

Zhang Wei was startled.

Xue Nuo explained, "After all, many Golden Core Demon Kings and Purple Mansion Great Demons have died at your hands over the years. If you hadn't killed so many high-level demon beasts, the damage caused by the beast tide to Lingze City would have been several times greater. It's not an exaggeration to say that you are a hero of Lingze City."

Zhang Wei paused, then shook his head and said, "I'm only doing this for myself."

Xue Nuo still insisted: "No matter what your reason is, we in Lingze City are the beneficiaries. Your kindness will be remembered by everyone in Lingze City."

Zhang Wei quickly said, "Then don't spread the word about my existence. I'm already being targeted by the White Demon King next door. If I become more prominent, I'll have to calculate my luck before going to Luoze in the future."

"Hahaha...don't worry, I won't make things too difficult for you." Xue Nuo said with a smile.

Then Zhang Wei and Xue Nuo also went to Xue Hong's funeral to burn some incense sticks, paid tribute to their old friend, and then left.

Although the beast tide brought great casualties, the people living on the border were accustomed to separation and death.
A funeral was being held here, and family members were remembering their deceased relatives and friends. And just across the street was a bustling demon material trade.

But neither Zhang Wei nor Xue Nuo were interested in going to see it.

On the one hand, they are not in the mood, and on the other hand, there is nothing good there to attract them.

They found a restaurant and booked a private room, where Zhang Wei and Xue Nuo started drinking and chatting with each other, creating a very joyful scene.

After three rounds of drinking, Xue Nuo suddenly seemed unable to bear it anymore and vomited while drinking.

Then he held his forehead with one hand and cried, unable to extricate himself from the pain.

Zhang Wei silently took two tissues to Xue Nuo, and then poured him a glass of wine.

Then, Xue Nuo recounted every detail of her and Zhou Bo's comrades, sometimes crying and sometimes laughing, as if she had gone crazy.

Zhang Wei didn't say anything, he just did his duty as a listener.

Zhang Wei did not think Xue Nuo was weak, even though the other party had lived five or six hundred years longer than him.

In his eyes, being sad about the death of a close one is the most normal thing, or in his eyes, this is the proof that he is still alive.

If one day he becomes indifferent to this, I guess... he will become a true monk.

But Zhang Wei doesn't want to be that kind of person.

Red dust, what is red dust?

Is it true that the place where mortals are is the red dust?

Does the purpose of cultivating immortals to transcend this so-called earthly world mean they want to be above the mundane world?
Zhang Wei doesn't think so.

Just as where there are people there is the world of martial arts, where there are people there is the mundane world, this is true whether he is an immortal cultivator or not.

To the immortal cultivators, mortals are like ants, and a mortal’s life is just a blink of an eye.

But isn’t this also the way higher-level cultivators view lower-level cultivators?

To higher-level immortal cultivators, what is the difference between low-level immortal cultivators and mortals?

Perhaps the only difference is that immortal cultivators are just ants who live a little longer.

Since we are all ants, what is the difference between the mundane world and the world of immortals?
Just because the immortal cultivator has an extra suffix of "immortal"?

Cultivators at every stage have difficulties that they cannot solve and beautiful things that they long to pursue.

This is no different from ordinary people.

So we have always been in the world of mortals.

"The calamity of the mortal world... The mortal world is both a calamity and a fate."

Zhang Wei looked at the transparent wine in the glass and sneered. Then he and Xue Nuo toasted each other and drank it down with their heads tilted back.

Zhang Wei and Xue Nuo drank for a long time.

Maybe it’s because of the environment. The weather is too cold, and it would be an accident if a drunk person fell down on the side of the road, so the alcohol content of Lingze City’s spiritual wine is not high.

But as the saying goes, it's not the wine that makes people drunk, it's people who make themselves drunk.

Xue Nuo was drunk after all.

The same goes for Zhang Wei.

But it's better than Xue Nuo's situation.

After sending Xue Nuo back to his general's mansion, Zhang Wei staggered back to Quanxin Valley with a pot of wine. After offering a toast to the moon that did not exist here, he went to rest and sleep.

In his dream, Zhang Wei vaguely felt that he came to a bamboo forest and met two fat men.

They pressed towards me, making me feel so uncomfortable that I could hardly breathe.

Zhang Wei subconsciously tried to push, but the flesh on the two fat men was too much and too soft, and Zhang Wei couldn't push them away after pushing for a long time.

But slowly, he seemed to feel that the two fat men in front of him were getting thinner.

But the only thing that remains unchanged is that it still smells good.

The previous smell was like the freshness of bamboo on Master Huaizhu's body, but now the smell seems to be the plum blossoms blooming on the snowy plains...

Why does it feel like something is wrong?

Zhang Wei felt like he was holding something soft and fragrant, almost the same size as a human, in his arms.

I opened my eyes dazedly, and saw a snow-white little face appear in front of me, just two centimeters away from my face.

Zhang Wei could clearly feel the other person's breath, but it was not hot, but rather a little cool. For Zhang Wei right now, it was quite comfortable to hug him.

But Zhang Wei was not happy at all.

He grabbed subconsciously, causing the Seventh Young Master in his arms to make a strange sound.

"嘤咛～～"

Zhang Wei took a deep breath, slowly pulled his hand out of the other person's pants, and then looked at his hand with twitching eyes.

Then, Zhang Wei kicked the Seventh Young Master off his bed!

"what!"

(End of this chapter)