Wang Qi didn't know exactly what burden Zhen Chan had let go of, but he felt the old man's residual soul suddenly become much more lively.

Ever since learning about the existence of the Modern Cultivation Method, Zhen Chan had always seemed oppressed. He seemed to feel that he had been completely abandoned by the times, becoming a useless waste. He could barely manage a word in Wang Qi's cultivation. His life experience had little application in this new environment. Aside from being a "Living Radar" and the "Ancient Method Encyclopedia," Wang Qi had no use for him... Oh, after Wang Qi got the remnants of the Immortal Dao Burning Book List, even his status as the "Ancient Method Encyclopedia" couldn't be preserved.

Now, it seemed as if he'd let go of some other burden.

Wang Qi was unaware that the burden in this Mahayana Cultivator's heart was not his own uselessness but a deeper reason.

Zhen Chan had always deeply resented the Emperor's Extreme Split Sky Dao and blamed himself for cutting off the Daoist Inheritance of Luofu Xuanqing Palace—yes, he had always felt that the fall of Luofu Xuanqing Palace was due to his own capriciousness a millennium ago.

When he passed the "Da Luo Chaos Heaven Scripture" to Wang Qi, it wasn't without the intention of "re-establishing the Daoist Inheritance."

However, soon enough, Wang Qi demonstrated extraordinary talent on the Modern Immortal Path, with no reason to learn anything from the Luofu Xuanqing Palace's Daoist Inheritance—in fact, the Luofu Xuanqing Palace's Daoist Inheritance had already become worthless trash in this era.

Even his enemy, Emperor's Extreme Split Sky Dao, could only shiver in the Far Sea, relying temporarily on the fame of the Dragon Clan—and looking at the steps of the Immortal Alliance, the Emperor's Extreme Split Sky Dao was not far from extinction.

The Luofu Xuanqing Palace would never return, and the Emperor's Extreme Split Sky Dao could not be destroyed by his own hand.

This was the burden in Zhen Chan's heart.

However, now, the burden in Zhen Chan's heart had been lifted.

Nothing is immutable.

After ten thousand years, it's time to let go, let it go.

This is what Zhen Chan was thinking now.

This was not beneficial to Zhen Chan's injuries or cultivation, but in a way, it was slowly dissolving Zhen Chan's original mental state. Now, with a little guidance, he could become a good Modern Cultivator.

However, that is a matter for another day.

Wang Qi, carrying Zhen Chan, traveled all the way south, first passing through the Luofu Hills—the original site of Luofu Mountain and Luofu Xuanqing Palace. Ten thousand years ago, the famous Luofu Mountain had already been cracked and leveled by the Emperor's Extreme Split Sky Dao, and now it was just a stretch of hills.

When the dry land gradually turned into paddy fields, Wang Qi was nearing the next destination.

Every time he passed a place, Wang Qi would go down to enjoy a bit. This journey started from the New Year's Day and continued past the fifteenth, nearing February. Wang Qi felt that his mind, even his thoughts, had widened during this trip.

However, he was starting to grow weary of playing.

The relaxation was over. Now it was time for learning and research again.

Wang Qi decided that at the next place, he would first stop, review the latest theories, then organize his thoughts well and strive to outline the general direction of the "Forcing Method." After that, he would fly directly back to Langde to continue his research.

With this in mind, Wang Qi gently landed at the corner of a village. Perhaps he was too absorbed in his own thoughts and didn't notice the other people nearby, resulting in scaring an old farmer who was sowing seeds.

As a result, the old farmer did something that made Wang Qi at a loss whether to laugh or cry. The old farmer, scared, plunged into the paddy field, splattering mud everywhere, abandoning the seeds and tools, and just ran away.

Wang Qi was stunned. The Holy Infant Sect follows the Dao of the Innate Five Virtues and governing the world with order, naturally opposing evil demons and heterodox paths. The Modern Cultivators not only strike against evil demons but also strive to enlighten the populace, dispelling the gap between mortals and cultivators. In theory, mortals shouldn't be so afraid of cultivators. Wang Qi's home, Dabai Village, was also a place far from the Immortal Dao and inhabited by mortals, yet when Li Ziye and Xiang Qi visited there, the mortals didn't even think of running away; they couldn't wait to welcome them.

—However... uh, there might be one or two people among mortals who are naturally timid and cautious, afraid to be with cultivators, this "exploitative class"?

Wang Qi could only think this way.

Wang Qi looked at the rice seeds left by the roadside that hadn't been sown yet. It was nearing February, just the right time for early rice sowing. Fortunately, Wang Qi's hometown in this life was in the midstream of the Tianjiang, where they also planted rice. He had also seen villagers and tenants planting fields when he was a child. He thought for a moment, then stretched out his hand to cast a Holy Light, protecting the vitality of these seeds, and then, with a turn of his hand, used mana to manipulate the seeds to automatically bury themselves in the soil. All this was done in the blink of an eye.

"Thank goodness they met a good person like me, otherwise it would have ruined the farming season." Wang Qi shook his head and casually found a branch to sit on, leaning against the tree trunk, lazily basking in the sun. While taking out his notes, he released over a hundred mechanical bird beasts to scan the faces of all those surnamed Su nearby.

Soon, another farmer ran over. He was much younger than the old farmer who had been scared away by Wang Qi, perhaps a nephew or son. When he saw the already sown farmland, he cried out in joy. He first grabbed the hoe left by the old farmer, then rushed to Wang Qi, intending to bow. Wang Qi stopped his courtesy, placing his index finger to his lips in a shushing gesture. The young farmer understood, nodded, and ran back to the village with his farming tools.

Wang Qi shook his head, paying no more attention to that farmer. Now he just wanted to find a place to quietly read without being disturbed. However, right now, he really didn't want to move.

Because he just thought of a brilliant idea.

"Forcing Method, hehe, I feel like I've taken another step towards the first question."

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The young farmer returned the farm tools to the old farmer and said, "Uncle Lian, that Immortal Master is really nice, you know. You wouldn't believe it, but you should see for yourself; that Immortal Master even planted your seeds!"

"That's great, that's great." The old farmer replied in a servile manner: "I should go thank the Immortal Master... No, I can't. I just ran away, surely offended the Immortal Master. Going now wouldn't be right, wouldn't be right."

"Uncle Lian, you're always like this." The young farmer chuckled and continued: "By the way, that Immortal Master looks like he just wants a place to rest. He likes peace and quiet, so he told me not to talk about him. Uncle Lian, remember that, don't spread the word."

"Alright, alright... I'll naturally remember..."

The young farmer shook his head. This Uncle Lian had only moved here a month ago. It was said that a disaster struck his hometown, floodwaters submerged the land, so he came to rely on relatives. This piece of land was originally cultivated by Lian Family's fourth brother. Fourth brother came here twenty years ago, by himself, and was an excellent farmer. Fourth brother pitied this "Uncle Lian" and his family, so he shared a few acres of his land with them.

—However, speaking of which, Uncle Lian's daughter is really quite beautiful. She doesn't seem like a farmer's girl, more like a pampered young lady from the city.

After the young man left, the old farmer looked around to ensure no one was nearby before straightening his back. The muddiness in his eyes and the trace of servility on his face vanished, and his entire aura became incredibly sharp.

Even if his mana was entirely hidden within his body, he was a cultivator.

The old farmer "Uncle Lian" briskly walked into his house and softly called out: "Ling'er, Jie'er, come out..."

"What's wrong, father?" asked a girl who appeared to be around twenty years old. She was dressed in rough cloth and her face was somewhat dusty. However, this did not make her appear coarse or ugly; rather, she had a unique beauty like "a pearl covered in dust." The girl exclaimed, "Father, why does your face look so distressed?"

"Uncle Lian" — the Divine Separation Stage Sword Cultivator and Elder of Luochen Sword Palace, Lian Yichen, said with an iron red face, "This place might not be safe... Damn it... Damn it!"

"Master… father, what's going on?" another young person, also dressed like a farmer, asked.

"The cultivator who defeated me back then... I saw him!" Lian Yichen's eyes revealed a hint of terror: "Damn it... Damn it! How did he find his way here?"

The young man was shocked: "The heterodox cultivator who defeated you... that Foundation Establishment cultivator?"

"No mistake about it. Although he has now reached Core Formation and his mana power and intent have somewhat changed, he's basically the same. And that face, even if turned to ashes, I'd recognize it!"

Lian Yichen resentfully pounded his thigh. About two months ago, he was defeated by Wang Qi in the West Sea and fled in disarray. Under the reign of Emperor's Extreme Split Sky Dao, any deserter like him who was not a "direct line" would face severe punishment. Therefore, he simply took his daughter and direct disciple and fled to Shenzhou.

Shenzhou is the territory of the Immortal Alliance, and no matter how fierce the Holy Emperor Venerable is, he couldn't come here to punish him. Unless the Holy Emperor Venerable was willing to sacrifice a direct-line Divine Separation Stage Cultivator to come to Shenzhou for a mutual destruction—yes, mutual destruction. Cultivators of his level practicing Ancient Method can't hide their aura in a fight. And in Shenzhou, Primordial Spirit Cultivators are in abundant supply.

Primordial Spirit Cultivators could easily overpower a Divine Separation Stage Cultivator.

However, for some unknown reason, the Carefree Practitioners were all secluded, leaving Shenzhou's defenses somewhat lacking. As long as one didn't have the bad luck to run into a secluded Carefree Practitioner, finding a place to hide wasn't difficult.

After countless deadly ordeals, Lian Yichen finally found a loophole, crossed the seas of the Modern Cultivators, then meticulously and cautiously detoured from the West Continent to this mortal-populated area, disguising himself as a farmer.

In the end, only after a few days here, he got blocked by that Killing God!

That guy, even in the Foundation Establishment Stage, could openly clash with a Divine Separation Stage cultivator. Now that he's reached Core Formation, who knows how powerful he's become!

The disciple "Lian Xinjie," who hadn't met Wang Qi or had his worldview shattered by Wang Qi, remained a bit calm and said, "He might not be here for you... If he was, he could have just killed you just now."

"I used the Earth Script Technique to lock my mana, and deliberately smeared my face with mud, so he probably didn't recognize me..." Lian Yichen hurriedly said, "The key now is to figure out his intention, and then..."

Then what else could they do? Fight, and they might lose; escape, and within a hundred miles, they would encounter a Primordial Spirit Grandmaster.

At this moment, Fourth Lian rushed in, shouting, "Master, it's bad! Suddenly, a lot of Mechanical Birds appeared outside, scanning people's faces everywhere! Those must be Modern cultivators' magic artifacts... Master? Master?"

Lian Yichen collapsed to the ground, with just one big swear word in his heart.