The daily life of a max-level immortal cultivator

Chapter 267 Concealment

A madman has recently appeared in the immortal realm.

Despite only possessing the strength of an Earth Immortal, she could always be seen handing over bag after bag of pill cores at the Jingxian Hall (a place for recycling pill cores and trading goods).

Sometimes they come every three to five days, sometimes every year or two. This is indeed a frequent enough visit for them, and over time everyone knows that such a person exists.

The quality of the pills she delivered varied from the beginning to become increasingly pure, yet her cultivation level remained only at the Earth Immortal realm, which aroused the curiosity of more and more people about this person.

But she never wanted to talk to anyone, let alone make friends. No one knew her background. The only thing they knew was that she lived in a place called Chenxing Mountain, where there was only a group of weak little spirits.

The area wasn't rich in resources, and the materials she exchanged were mostly low-grade items, so she didn't even have the desire to rob them.

Over time, fewer people paid attention to her, but whenever she appeared in the Jingxian Hall, some people would still be curious and want to peek at her, even if it was just because of her appearance.

In the immortal realm, most people possess immaculate bodies, having abstained from food and drink for millennia in order to maintain their purity. Half of them even strive for the art of preserving youth, so their appearances are generally quite good. However, her beauty still stands out among all these beauties.

Her appearance, while not exceptionally rare—a classic cool and aloof beauty—possesses an extraordinary and ethereal aura that inexplicably attracts, making her looks even more stunning.

That indescribable feeling, indifferent yet with a touch of divinity, irresistibly draws people in and inspires reverence—something that even the most powerful deities have never possessed.

No, it seems there was someone else like that too; they had also felt that way about that person.

But this little earth immortal in front of me is incomparable to that one.

"Hey, that Earth Immortal is here again today. Shall we bet on how many pill cores she'll bring back this time?"

"Name a number first."

"I think it should be at least two thousand."

"Then I'll bet three thousand, whoever gets close wins, and it'll be a Condensing Immortal Pill refined by Immortal Lord Yue Lin?"

"to make."

As soon as the words were spoken, a storage ring landed on the counter, followed by a voice from the counter:

"I bet five thousand that I'll get a share of the Immortal Condensation Pill."

The two of them paused, looking up at the person on the stage who was smiling and staring at them.

The celestial messenger gave an awkward smile, picked up the storage ring on the platform and weighed it in his hand: "Fellow Immortal Liu is here again. How many pill cores did you hunt this time?"

Isn't that asking a question you already know the answer to?

Liu Jun looked at him with a smile: "The Immortal Envoy hasn't answered me yet. Am I entitled to any of the Immortal Condensation Pills?"

The celestial messenger, somewhat guilty, said, "Fellow immortal, you jest. The pill cores you've handed over over the years could have been exchanged for countless Immortal Condensation Pills. You won't be short of this one, will you?"

"But you said it was refined by Immortal Lord Yuelin, I really didn't have it."

Liu Jun answered very seriously.

The celestial messenger forced an extremely awkward smile: "Fellow Immortal Liu, please don't make things difficult for this humble immortal..."

Liu Jun seemed to ponder for a moment, then raised his hand and took out a spiritual plant, extending it in front of him: "How about this, I'll exchange this five-hundred-year-old Crimson Gold Vine with you?"

"Red gold young vine?"

"Wow, this thing is quite rare even though it's not that old."

Someone chimed in from the side.

"Exchanging the Crimson Gold Vine for Immortal Lord Yue Lin's Condensing Immortal Pill is indeed a good deal, and there's even a surplus."

The celestial messenger looked at the small vine in front of him with some surprise: "Fellow Immortal Liu, are you sure you want to change it?"

"determine."

Now that I've collected enough items, it's time to learn how to refine these elixirs from the upper realm.

Since it was created by an immortal lord, it should be easier to master when learning it.

She had already refined the Immortal Condensation Pills sold wholesale outside, and now she needed higher-grade ones to practice with. However, the items held by these Immortal Lords and Immortal Venerables could not be obtained through conventional channels, so she could only barter with them.

In the lower realm, she had extraordinary abilities, but here she could only grope her way forward step by step.

She knew many refining recipes, but most of them were learned in the Divine Realm. Liu Jun was not familiar with the material resources here, nor had she found any matching refining materials, so refining them would be a waste.

As for the alchemy and weapon-refining recipes in the immortal realm, apart from some beginner-level ones that can be bought, the more advanced ones are all kept secret by their owners. This can also be considered a kind of resource.

There doesn't seem to be any place similar to an auction house in the Ninety-Nine Heavens, but perhaps there are such places in the border regions.

That's a place where all sides meet, where management is relatively lax and a mixed bag of people.

There is no unified currency in the Immortal Realm. Pill cores are only useful among Earth Immortals, serving as a transitional means for Earth Immortals to exchange for resources in the early stages of their lives.

Liu Jun didn't know much about other circles either, and those places were too dangerous for her at the moment; she wasn't qualified to venture into them.

Having obtained the Immortal Condensation Pill, Liu Jun lingered at the Hall of Respect for Immortals for a while, exchanged some necessary items, and then returned to Chenxing Mountain without stopping.

The things I've exchanged over the past hundred years are more than enough. Once I've refined another batch of basic pills and equipment, I can focus on cultivating and improving my strength.

Liu Jun has been stuck at the fifth level of Earth Immortal for a long time. As the regenerated body of the Floating Tree, this cultivation speed is really too slow.

To this end, she also dug up a spiritual vein elsewhere and buried it under Chenxing Mountain for her to cultivate, but the effect was still minimal.

Over the years, even the little spirits in the mountains have advanced several levels, but she hasn't made any progress. She has to concentrate on her cultivation for a while.

……

Time passed swiftly in the mountains, and with Geng Wuji guarding her, no one dared to disturb her cultivation.

When she opened her eyes again and stopped, everything in the room was as usual, and it felt like only a day or two had passed.

He cast a familiar spell to cleanse himself, stretched out his leg, and was about to go outside to take a look when a faint, almost imperceptible smell of blood quietly entered his nostrils. Liu Jun's eyes narrowed instantly, and he became alert.

"Wuji?"

He called out in a low voice, but no one answered. Liu Jun immediately summoned his immortal sword and held it horizontally in front of him. He then extended his divine sense outwards, but found no hostile forces approaching. Everything outside was calm and peaceful.

So where does this bloody smell come from?

He didn't put down the sword in his hand, but instead took it and walked out of the room.

It was almost dusk, and everything outside was fine, unchanged, just as it had been before the retreat.

The smell of blood was coming from Geng Wuji's room, but it was no longer there. He probably sensed it when he expanded his divine sense.

Liu Jun, carrying his sword, approached Geng Wuji's house step by step. Just as he was about to step out, the door was opened, and the person who came out was none other than Geng Wuji.

Upon seeing the person at the door, Geng Wuji was first surprised, then delighted, and stepped forward: "My lord, you have emerged from seclusion?"

Liu Jun was silent for a few seconds before sheathing his sword, glancing at him again, and calmly asking, "Are you injured? How did you get hurt?"

Geng Wuji looked completely bewildered: "Why do you ask such a question, sir?"

Liu Jun didn't try to hide it: "The smell of blood is coming from you."

Geng Wuji then understood: "Oh, it was a couple of days ago. A little demon ran down Chenxing Mountain and was bullied badly outside. It came back barely alive. Someone came to ask for help, so I went to check on it. It's possible that it accidentally picked up the smell of blood and it hasn't completely dissipated."

"It is my fault for disturbing your seclusion, sir."

After saying this, Geng Wuji knelt down, his expression full of self-reproach.

Liu Jun stared silently at the top of his head for a while, his expression remaining calm throughout.

"Get up. This is none of your business. After all, it's just a minor demon from Chenxing Mountain. Since it has come to our door seeking help, it is only right for you to deal with it."

"Thank you for not punishing me, Lord Xie."

Geng Wuji then stood back up.

"Tell me about what has happened over the years."

"Yes."

The two walked to the outdoor table and chairs in the courtyard and sat down. Geng Wuji slowly recounted the events of the past few years.

It turns out that Liu Jun's seclusion lasted for more than seven hundred years. Geng Wuji had to stay by her side and didn't know much about what was happening outside. There hadn't been any major events in the Immortal Realm recently.

Because Liu Jun had killed enough alien species and races from the three regions before, she was not assigned to any of the cleanup missions.

There are countless earth immortals. Every hundred years or so, a batch of them ascend to heaven, and some of them die for various reasons.

Although most of those sent to the battlefield every century are "newcomers," most are only selected once or twice. To obtain more resources, most volunteer.