I really became a king.

Chapter 629: Non-Existent Cultivation Isolation
"Ethnic groups practicing in isolation?" Jiang Yi frowned.

"Yes, just like the area where we are, it is a gathering place for humans. There are also human sects or dynasties around it, but the highest level of cultivation stops at the foundation-building stage." Mistress Jiang has inquired about it in detail during this period.

"But the Qingyun Sect is not a sect of a single ethnic group. Most of them practice the same technique. Why is there no obstacle?"

Although Jiang Yi knew very little about Qingyun Sect, he knew that Qingyun Sect accommodated many ethnic groups, and no one ethnic group dominated the sect. It could be said that hundreds of ethnic groups contended with each other, and there was no so-called isolation of ethnic practice.

Jiang's mistress showed a bitter expression: "In fact, the so-called cultivation isolation is aimed at weak tribes like us. Because we are weak, lack of luck, and limited talent, it is slow to practice the skills of other tribes and it is difficult to achieve great success."

"This is also the reason why large sects like Qingyun Sect rarely accept human disciples. Even if they do, they can only be the lowest-level menial disciples."

Luck? If you don't have enough luck, it will be difficult to practice other tribes' skills?
Jiang Yi took out several books on cultivation techniques given to him by Deacon Dong of Qingyun Sect, selected one called "The Art of Attracting Thunder", and after understanding it once, he closed his eyes and began to practice.

This was his first time practicing the techniques of the immortal world, and he wanted to know if the so-called isolation of practice was real.

Madam Jiang watched quietly, with a hint of bitterness and envy on her lips.

She has not yet obtained the immortal seed to temper her body, and she does not even have the most basic "pseudo-immortal seed" like the ordinary outer disciples of Qingyun Sect. Therefore, she cannot practice any immortal techniques at all, and naturally has no way to practice.

But she didn't have much hope for Jiang Yi. Although he had obtained a "pseudo-immortal seed", the technique he practiced was not that of the human race, so she was afraid that it would be full of difficulties.

In her understanding, Jiang Yi, like her, only practiced secular martial arts, but he was physically strong and gifted.

Let’s talk about Jiang Yi. After he started to practice the “Thunder Attracting Technique”, the golden man who was originally sitting on the lotus platform in the Shanshui Martial Realm appeared at his forehead and began to deduce the Thunder Attracting Technique.

After an unknown amount of time, Madam Jiang had already prepared dinner, and then she saw a tiny flash of lightning jumping on Jiang Yi's fingertips.

This...Mrs. Jiang's face was filled with surprise. Has this been accomplished?
However, he soon thought of something and his eyes dimmed. This "Thunder Attracting Technique" should be just the most basic practice method, so it was not affected by the practice isolation.

But once you practice advanced skills, I'm afraid it won't be so smooth.

"What is this made of? It smells so good."

While he was secretly worrying, Jiang Yi had already finished his training, and his appetite was aroused by the fragrant food on the table.

"I have nothing to do recently, so I learned cooking from Aunt Six next door. I wonder if it suits your taste..."

Mistress Jiang looked a little unnatural. Before this, although she did not hold a high position in the territory of King Will, she had never done any cooking.

Even when I was at the Zaiyi Mountain of Qingyun Sect, I had never cooked any meals. I always went to the big canteen at the Zaiyi Mountain to get my meals.

But during this period when Jiang Yi was away, she became familiar with her neighbors and felt a little envious when she saw how happy the other family was.

She had never experienced such family happiness, and had never fulfilled her responsibilities as a mother to her missing daughter.

The most important thing is that after she found out about the current situation of cultivation here, she felt a little discouraged. She felt that there might be no hope for her to become an immortal in this lifetime, so she started to have other ideas.

In this secluded little mountain village, the man farms and the woman weaves. This kind of life may not be bad. It is better than wasting a lifetime practicing Buddhism and ending up depressed and lonely in old age.

So while Jiang Yi was practicing, she made dinner for her for the first time.

"Have you accomplished this?"

Thinking of the flash of lightning he had just seen, he ignored his inexplicable shyness and said with a look of surprise.

Jiang Yi walked to the table, picked up a piece of meat with his fingers and put it in his mouth, with a flash of surprise in his eyes. His cooking skills were really good, almost as good as Tuo Xiaoliu. "You haven't answered me yet..." Jiang's mistress still asked excitedly, and even grabbed one of Jiang Yi's arms with one hand.

"Haha..." Jiang Yi smiled and made a hand gesture. A miniature lightning bolt, only an inch in size, fell out of thin air not far away and struck down a flying insect.

"It worked!" Madam Jiang was overjoyed, but then she asked in confusion, "Why is the lightning so small? Is it restricted by the practice isolation after all..."

Looking at the frustrated Madam Jiang, Jiang Yi did not speak immediately. Instead, he sat down at the table and picked up a piece of meat with his fingers. Then he realized that there were no chopsticks, so he said, "Where are the chopsticks..."

After he finished speaking, he realized that something was wrong. This was not his Prince Yi's Mansion, and the person in front of him was not Tuo Xiaoliu's maid.

But Mrs. Jiang did not show any displeasure. She obediently took the chopsticks and served a bowl of soup.

This made Jiang Yi a little surprised.

"While you were away, several neighbors were very enthusiastic and helped me a lot. Let's invite them to our house for dinner tomorrow." Mistress Jiang suddenly said this, but her voice was a little low and her eyes were a little evasive, as if she didn't dare to look at Jiang Yi.

"Okay!" Jiang Yi didn't think any more.

Mistress Jiang then sat down beside him, but did not eat with him. She just watched quietly. When she saw that Jiang Yi's soup was gone, she immediately stood up and served him another bowl.

"Actually... it doesn't matter whether I can practice or not, this... this is also good..."

Seeing that Jiang Yi was only concerned with eating and not talking, he thought that he was in a bad mood due to the isolation for cultivation, so he offered some advice. After all, that one-inch lightning was too small and did not look like the magnificent cultivation technique at all.

Jiang Yi then raised his head and gave her a strange look: "Do you think the lightning is too small because of the isolation of the tribe's practice? Are you trying to comfort me?"

Mistress Jiang looked at him blankly, not knowing how to answer and whether telling the truth would be too hurtful.

"Haha... why don't you think about it the other way around? Why isn't it because I'm so gifted that I can control lightning to the extreme?"

"Ah..." Mistress Jiang was confused. What does this mean?
Jiang Yi put down his chopsticks and made a few hand gestures. The originally quiet house was filled with a "crackling" sound. Then the whole house was covered with dense thunder, but the sound was controlled very small.
Madam Jiang was completely stunned. Looking at the falling lightning that enveloped the entire room, she suddenly understood the meaning of the previous sentence.

He suddenly looked at Jiang Yi with his eyes wide open.

Jiang Yi nodded: "Yes, here, there is no so-called isolation of ethnic practice!"

"That's great!"

After getting the answer she wanted, Madam Jiang was overjoyed. She had a vague feeling that the person in front of her might have had an extraordinary past, but she had no intention of getting to the bottom of it.

Moreover, as early as when she was working in the menial mountain of Qingyun Sect, she had already put aside her airs as the mistress.

After all, in this world of cultivating immortals, she is just a weak woman who needs to be protected.

"You just said you're going to invite the neighbors to your house for dinner tomorrow?" Jiang Yi cleared away the thunder that was falling from the sky.

"Ah? Or let it go. We are all ordinary people. We are not of the same kind after all..."

I don’t know what she was thinking about, but the Jiang family’s mistress, who had originally looked surprised and excited, now looked a little gloomy.

Yes, there is a difference between immortals and mortals, and I am just an ordinary person after all...

(End of this chapter)