Evil Immortal!

"My father never lent money to others, and he hated it when people asked him for money. You say he lent you three taels of silver? Fine, where's the IOU? Show it to me! Besides, you didn't say anything when my father passed away, and now you're only bringing it up after his grave is overgrown with weeds? Are you trying to extort me?!"

Meng Yuan stepped forward and stood in front of Old Man Chen, looking down at him. "Old bastard! If you dare to spout nonsense again, believe me, I'll skin you alive!"

Seeing Meng Yuan's aggressive and unyielding demeanor, Old Man Chen's courage faltered, and he couldn't help but feel a little guilty. He stammered, "I... this... perhaps I remembered it wrong..."

Meng Yuan pointed at him with his finger, "Old man, don't push your luck!"

Old Chen looked grim but dared not utter a sound. With his belly protruding and his face covered in dust, he returned home, not forgetting to close the door behind him.

Meng Yuan shook his head, thinking to himself that this old man must be starving and out of his mind to try and extort money from him.

The deputy captain of the river patrol team was at least a low-ranking official, while Old Man Chen was just an ordinary commoner. If Old Man Chen really wanted to control him, he could easily manipulate him.

The other party's behavior was almost like a mouse pacing around a cat's den.

Pushing open the courtyard gate, I saw my younger sister, Mengyu, standing behind it.

Perhaps because she's been eating well lately, she doesn't look as thin anymore; her cheeks have become fuller, and her dry, yellow hair has gradually turned black.

Meng Yuan was taken aback. "Xiao Yu, what are you doing here?"

Meng Yu shook her head slightly, said nothing, stepped aside to let Meng Yuan pass, and glanced at Old Man Chen's house across the street as she closed the door, a glint of light flashing in her eyes.

Meng Yuan patted her head and shook the oil paper package in his hand.

"Are you hungry? I bought your favorite big steamed buns."

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After dinner, the moon had already risen.

The bright moonlight bathed the courtyard.

Meng Yuan stood in the courtyard, his hands pressed against his abdomen, and began to circulate his qi and blood, expelling the old and taking in the new, replacing the waste gas in his body.

Glug glug~ Glug glug~

At the same time, his stomach started to move faster, making a sound like a frog croaking.

Before long, the food they had just eaten was completely digested, leaving only some residue to be excreted.

The improvement of cultivation level is not only about increasing strength, but also about improving in all aspects.

Meng Yuan is now a minor master of the Innate Martial Arts. In addition to his improved strength, his internal organs have also undergone a tempering process, and the energy of his internal organs has become much stronger.

In this way, those so-called ailments of the internal organs from his previous life, such as enteritis, stomach disease, cirrhosis, tuberculosis, heart disease, and pancreatitis, would not appear in him at all.

In other words, his body is now full of energy and vitality, and he can be considered immune to all diseases.

Putting aside the sarcoma, as long as one takes good care of oneself, living to 150 years old is not a problem at all.

This is the charm of spiritual practice.

With each advancement in realm, not only will one's strength increase dramatically, but one's very life essence will also be enhanced, gradually transforming towards transcendence.

Immortality, eternal existence, moving mountains and filling seas, plucking stars and seizing the moon—these are not unattainable dreams!

Of course, the path of cultivation is fraught with difficulties and dangers, and is by no means an easy one.

Every step forward requires several times the effort of the previous one, and often stagnation and bottlenecks occur, along with tribulations such as human tribulations, emotional tribulations, demonic tribulations, and heavenly tribulations.

The mortal world is vast and chaotic, filled with endless troubles, entangled in karma, and burdened with complex relationships.

To be able to wield the sword of wisdom to cut through all constraints and obstacles often requires great perseverance, great wisdom, and great decisiveness. In the end, only a very few people can truly achieve something in their cultivation!

As for the players?

The players are like bugs, cheaters from another realm, and cannot be considered true cultivators.

Of course, soon all the players will be able to change jobs and become cultivators, and they will all have a game panel as a cheat, so they will be less restricted by conditions such as talent and aptitude.

Simply fight monsters, complete various quests such as job advancement and main storyline quests, and gain experience to gradually improve your cultivation level...

However, due to their different identities, players are outsiders with a different perspective. The survival of races, grudges and affections, the positions of good and evil, the power struggles between powerful beings, the path of cultivation, and the calamities in the world of "Evil Immortals" are nothing more than interesting and exciting game plots and backgrounds to the players.

Players can be resurrected after death and have few bottom lines or psychological burdens.

In this way, one neither cultivates oneself nor one's mind, and always maintains a "playing in the mortal world" mentality, so one cannot be considered a true cultivator!

In his previous life as a player, Meng Yuan didn't think too much about it, but now, from the perspective of a true cultivator, the players' cultivation strength is nothing more than castles in the air, relying on the game, or rather, on some mysterious existence.

No matter how severe the injury or how badly the body is damaged, once revived, it will immediately be fully healed and complete, as if its body were created out of thin air.

This ability is absolutely terrifying!

Upon closer examination, while resurrection is undoubtedly an incredibly powerful ability, from another perspective, the fact that the bodies carrying their consciousness can be reshaped at any time raises the question: does this mean that the players' consciousness, or rather their souls, are always under the control of an unknown entity?

This is absolutely terrifying to think about!

After stretching his body, Meng Yuan was about to return to his room when he unexpectedly heard a commotion outside.

Upon closer listening, it was discovered that the sound was coming from Old Man Chen's house across the street.

Then came a burst of wailing.

Meng Yuan's expression was a bit strange. He opened the courtyard gate and looked out, only to find that there was a commotion at Old Man Chen's house across the street.

It took him a while to realize that Old Man Chen had actually died, and that he had choked to death while eating.

Old Chen's son pretended to cry and wailed a few times, but there wasn't a single tear on his face. He kept shouting that he should hurry up and take his father's body to the mortuary outside the city to be burned. He only stopped when he learned that the city gates were closed and he could not go out.

Fearing that the corpse might turn into a zombie, he specially found a rope to tie the body tightly, and also took a piece of rag to stuff Old Chen's mouth shut and blindfold him.

In this way, even if a zombie does turn into a zombie, it will probably be unable to break free.

"What a filial son! If Old Man Chen knew that his son was so filial, he would die with regrets."

Meng Yuan shook his head slightly and clicked his tongue in admiration.

After watching this good show, Meng Yuan closed the door with satisfaction. When he turned around, he found his younger sister, Meng Yu, standing under the eaves, quietly watching him. Her eyes were blank and lifeless, and she was like a lifeless puppet.

But under the silvery moonlight, those grayish-white eyes shone with a light as clear as glass.

"Little Taro, it's getting late, go and get some rest."

Meng Yuan told his sister to go back to her room to rest, but another thought came to his mind: "After joining the Demon Suppression Division, I will eventually leave Black Sand City, or at least I won't stay here forever. What will happen to my sister then...?"

Meng Yu is three years younger than him, and he couldn't bear to leave his own younger sister at home unattended.

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