Only after unifying the world did I realize that immortals existed in this world.

"Hahaha! Brother Xuangu, you have a great capacity for alcohol!"

"Brother Ning, you're not bad either!"

"Come on! Let's do it!"

"Hahaha, that's great!"

"Stretching your muscles and bones, then getting thoroughly drunk—that's the most exhilarating thing!"

"Hahaha!"

……

Time flowed slowly, and since they were already there, they made the best of it. Over the course of two months, the cultivators who had crossed the border gradually adapted to life in the Great Xia.

With two tall elders supporting them, their initial tension and unease subsided, and they gradually realized that things were actually quite good here in Great Xia.

This place is prosperous and wealthy, with many novelties that are not found in the four continents of immortals and demons, as well as many delicacies and fine wines that are not found in the four continents of immortals and demons.

The people here are confident, hardworking, optimistic, and full of hope, unlike the lifeless atmosphere of the Four Continents of Immortals and Demons. They also don't fawn over cultivators like them. Some arrogant people might find it hard to accept, but for many peaceful people, interacting on equal terms actually has a unique charm.

Here, as long as they follow the rules and don't scheme or covet anything from the Great Xia, they can live very well. The imperial court covers all their expenses for food, clothing, and lodging.

At most, it's just a slight discomfort caused by the suppression of magic.

Like his obedient disciple, Xuan Gu adapted very well.

He wouldn't betray the sect's interests, but he also didn't like getting involved in those scheming and backstabbing schemes. He was only here to find his disciple; he didn't care about anything else. Anyway, he wasn't the leader, so he let Xiao Zheng, that cunning guy, do the scheming.

Spiritual practice is about cultivating the mind; his mind was open and straightforward.

Song Zhaowen by the sea became his friend, and he also made a friend in the capital with this menacing general...

In the four continents of immortals and demons, the weak common people worship him, the disciples of low status look up to him, the elders and protectors who are his equals mostly keep their distance and scheme against each other, and the sect leaders, grand elders, and ancestors of higher status are rarely seen even once a year.

Within that established system passed down for thousands of years, his personality meant he had few like-minded friends in the Immortal Alliance. His mindset had been repeatedly reminded by the sect leader and elders that he was becoming somewhat like the unrestrained and eccentric behavior of the Demonic Sect.

Therefore, spiritual practice is really hard to describe. It requires cultivating the mind and truth, but it also prohibits indulging in excessive emotions and desires.

But when they arrived in Daxia, everything was completely different.

It's a completely different country, a completely different atmosphere, and a completely different spirit from the Immortal Alliance.

Even knowing he was a powerful cultivator, many people did not have much awe for him. No matter how powerful a cultivator was, he could not be greater than the rules or the authority of the king.

The general before him, whose demeanor resembled that of a demonic sect leader, boldly challenged him to a duel.

Interesting.

The more we talked, the more we realized we had similar interests.

After setting aside their magic and engaging in a fierce battle using martial arts, they felt a sense of exhilaration.

A fight, a drink—that's enough to make two men friends. Both are forthright and straightforward, dislike fuss, are brave and decisive, and can chat easily.

Ning Boxing recounted his past experiences of fighting on the battlefield, while Xuan Gu spoke of his memories of guarding the border and battling demons... When they got excited, they both drank heartily and praised each other as heroes.

After another martial arts competition, the two enjoyed a hearty drink in the restaurant.

Amidst the clinking of glasses, Xuan Gu, holding a wine bowl, said to the burly man drinking heartily in front of him, "Brother, don't you want to cultivate? With your spirit, if you find a suitable method, you're sure to make progress."

"Um?"

Ning Boxing paused, his hand holding the wine bowl still. He thought for a moment, then asked Xuan Gu, "What's wrong, Brother Xuan Gu? Do you think my friendship with you is like those civil officials, seeking a wisp of immortal destiny?"

He curled his lip, seemingly disdainful: "Then you're seriously underestimating me, Ning!"

Ning Boxing had drunk quite a bit, and his face was flushed, but Xuan Gu knew that he was perfectly sober.

Xuan Gu smiled and shook his head: "If that's the case, then you are not my friend, Xuan Gu."

"Hehe~"

Ning Boxing laughed heartily and downed the wine in his bowl in one gulp. "Brother, you are a cultivator, I am a soldier." He pointed to Xuan Gu, then to his own chest. "Do you know the difference between us?"

"Cultivator, pursue transcendence, pursue the Great Dao. Your path is one you walk alone; everything is determined by your will!"

"Soldiers put the nation before themselves, and the ruler before themselves. To join the ranks is to abandon oneself. We are one, striving for order and obedience to orders! We do not pursue our own paths, but fight for our sovereign and our nation."

"My Emperor rejected the protection of your Immortal Alliance precisely because our soldiers are here to defend our country! Only the strong survive, and no matter what immortals, demons, monsters, or ghosts lie ahead, we dare to draw our swords."

"Charge into battle, be the first to scale the walls, seize the flag, and slay the general. What does it matter if we die? As long as there is an order from above, we will follow one after another without fear."

Human nature is unpredictable, and of course many people join the army for other reasons, but Ning Boxin's words represent the purest dedication of the elite army.

Ning Boxing, this rough and uncouth man, usually plays the role of breaking the deadlock with his rude remarks, but this time he said something quite meaningful. He put down his wine bowl and said in a clear voice, "I am a general of the Great Xia Dynasty, and I cannot cultivate your immortality."

A menacing aura emanated from the area, and an overwhelming force swept over us.

Xuan Gu paused upon hearing this.

Perhaps many people are wrong!

This is not the demonic path of the Demonic Sect; it is another kind of resolute path.

The monks could not understand this group of people.

The mortal dynasties of the four continents of immortals and demons also have their own guard armies, some of which even include cultivators. However... none of them possess such iron-blooded temperament, such a resolute will to live and die.

One will be a million bones.

A general who emerges from the carnage of a chaotic world is naturally extraordinary.

He paused, then drained his wine bowl in one gulp, and said to Ning Boxing with a smile, "Brother, you say you don't pursue your own path, but isn't what you're talking about your own path?"

"Your pursuit of the Dao, soldier, is far more steadfast and unwavering than that of many of my unworthy disciples!"

Ning Boxing was taken aback for a moment upon hearing this, then poured himself and Xuan Gu another bowl of wine: "Come on, bottoms up!"

"Hahaha! Damn!"

As the two were chatting and laughing, Xuan Gu's hand, which was holding a wine bowl, suddenly paused.

He looked up and gazed in the direction of the cultivator's post station, his brows furrowing slightly.

"唳~"

An invisible magical power rippled outwards, and one could almost hear the cries of cranes.

Seeing the strange expression on his face, Ning Boxing kept asking, "Brother Xuangu?"

Xuan Gu stood up and said to Ning Boxing, "Brother Ning, let's call it a day! I have other matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave first!"

"Oh? Alright! Brother, go ahead!"

Xuan Gu cupped his hands in greeting, and his figure disappeared outside the door like the wind.

Ning Boxing watched the other person's departing figure, shook his head, and while drinking his wine, gently tapped his bowl and plate with his chopsticks, softly singing: "Great wind~ Great wind~ Clothes covered in blood, my heroic soul returns to its homeland..."

At the same moment, the cultivators scattered throughout Lieyang City all sensed something, stopped in their tracks, and turned to rush towards the post station!