The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 836 - 461: Survivor
He had never seen a monster that eats people without spitting out the bones like this. Even a giant python would expel the fur and bones after digesting its food. But this soil seems to allow things in but not out? It was eating so joyfully, its body quivering to show its pleasure.
Seeing the soil devouring at such a rapid pace, it would be his turn in less than twenty breaths. Not planning to become fertilizer, this man hurriedly stood up from the pile of corpses and jumped onto the ground nearby.
However, just as he made a move, someone in this vast space let out a light "huh", their voice tinged with surprise.
Changtian truly didn’t expect that this fellow could sneak past him and the Hidden Guard to infiltrate the God Demon Prison. But it was probably because this person only had Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivation and looked as insignificant as an ant in everyone’s eyes. Moreover, he was a corpse, and no one paid him any mind. Since his attention was drawn here, as the Grand Steward of the God Demon Prison, the man was immediately transported in front of him the next moment.
Even though this man was a Human and wouldn’t be affected by the might of Changtian the Divine Beast, being suddenly moved from the Medicine Garden to such a creepy place, and seeing the person before him who was like a Demon King, he knew he would get no benefit here. So he obediently spilled his story as if turning over a bamboo tube full of beans. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮
This man was surnamed Dou and was the second child in his family at birth. Although he was fortunate enough to embark on the Immortal Path, his poor aptitude meant he reached only the early-stage Foundation Establishment and went no further, so others didn’t think much of him, merely calling him Dou Er.
"Dou Er?" Ning Xiaoxian chuckled. What a ridiculous nickname.
In the chaotic scuffle just now, Dou Er saw experts coming and going in the field, and each cultivator, originally unfathomable in his eyes, fell one after another. Knowing his own weak strength made him mere cannon fodder, he didn’t try to show off. Spotting a chance, he directly lay on the ground playing dead. Not long after he laid down, two people died and heavily pressed down on him, conveniently providing cover. Luckily, the deceased were not large demons; otherwise, the weight could have crushed him to death.
Dou Er had learned a side-door technique known as the Fetal Breath Technique, which allowed him to hold his breath and heartbeat for an hour, gradually reducing his life pulse frequency to nearly nothing. Amidst the chaos of the battlefield, who would pay attention to the life signs of a small early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator? But this Divine Skill had a flaw: after entering the Fetal Breathing State, one’s consciousness and awareness would also shut down, only recovering after an hour. This inadvertently fit the standard for Ning Xiaoxian to bring him into the God Demon Prison: being in a state of complete powerlessness.
As for his fortunate timing in waking up just before the soil swallowed him, it indeed seemed like the blessing of the Bodhisattva, and auspicious signs blinking from his ancestral tomb.
Hearing this, Ning Xiaoxian glanced at Changtian and laughed, "What’s the main point?" Changtian wouldn’t summon her for such trivial matters.
The main point was, according to this Mr. Dou Er’s account, even though his cultivation level was low, a cultivator’s lifespan was much longer than a mortal’s. He was from the Northwest and was intimately familiar with the routes, customs, and specialties of that region. He could even find the sweetest well in a tiny village along the hundreds of thousands of kilometers of routes he’s familiar with, not to mention being proficient in dozens of dialects. Therefore, after joining the Mingshui Sect, he was appointed as a foreign disciple and sent to work with the Beauty Collection Team.
With him in the team, everything was managed exceptionally well. Let’s admit, while the Beauty Collection Team ostensibly captures maids, when venturing out on such long trips, which leader wouldn’t make some profitable trades on the side? Otherwise, why would the Flower-picking Envoy position be such a lucrative sinecure? At such times, Dou Er’s experience became particularly important. Where to purchase which goods, at what price, where to sell them for how much – all required consulting him, the local tyrant. Over about twenty years, Dou Er gradually worked his way up from a small foreign disciple to a deputy steward position.
However, despite his qualifications, his low cultivation meant he was of little importance, his voice weighed lightly, and he was looked down upon by the many cultivators with high Divine Skills in the Beauty Collection Team. Luckily, Dou Er maintained a good attitude, never arguing with others, merely doing his job earnestly.
"Doing your job earnestly?" Ning Xiaoxian smiled, looking him up and down. "Is that all?"
Dou Er looked down at the floor, appearing very honest, yet he was taken aback inside. This woman was kept in the first bronze cart by the Flower-picking Envoy as the most cherished maid, and for some reason appeared in this strange space, seemingly familiar with the demon in front of him. As she glanced over, her gaze, though not sharp, carried some insight, as if she could see right through him. In that instant, he thought she was even more enigmatic than the man in front of him.
