The boy said without even lifting his head.
Chen Sansi continued, "Why do you harbor thoughts of killing the Immortal?"
"By killing the Immortal, we won't have to plant Poison Grass anymore, my mother won't starve to death, and my father will have silver to treat his illness!"
The boy's words were heavy, and the untrained wooden sword in his hand faintly carried a hint of killing intent.
Chen Sansi bent down, "I'll teach you the sword, will you learn?"
Finally stopping, the boy studied the foreigner with a gaze full of hostility, "Are you also an Immortal? I won't learn the sword of an Immortal!"
"I am not an Immortal."
Chen Sansi answered, "I am just like you, also a commoner. One last time, I'll teach you Swordsmanship, will you learn or not?"
Upon hearing that the other party was not an Immortal, the boy's attitude softened, and he seriously asked a paradoxical question, "But if you are not an Immortal, can the sword you teach kill an Immortal?"
Chen Sansi paused, "will depend on your skill."
The boy nodded vigorously, then knelt down immediately, "Master, please accept your disciple's bow!"
This was rather sudden, and Chen Sansi was unprepared.
He helped the other up.
The best Swordsmanship he knew was the "Diancang Swordsmanship," which could be practiced until reaching the Martial Saint Realm, so he thought of initially teaching two types of Pile Work to the child.
Chen Sansi found that this world, due to having less "exhaust" in its mixed energies, likely caused fewer side effects to the body, implying that one could start practicing from a very young age.
Moreover, to his surprise, the boy in front of him remembered the Pile Work along with the Breathing Skill in just one attempt.
"Body of Martial Saint."
Upon touching him, Chen Sansi felt his bones were unlike those of ordinary people.
How coincidental, he had arrived in a remote rural village and randomly taken a disciple with the innate Body of Martial Saint. It seemed... like fate.
Right now, he wasn't in a particular hurry.
So he thought of teaching for a bit longer.
Then an old man hurriedly approached, striking the boy with a branch, "Ping'an, didn't I tell you to herd the cattle? What are you doing here!?"
"Grandfather, I've learned Swordsmanship!"
Li Ping'an said, not even trying to dodge, "I can kill an Immortal in the future!"
"Oh my god, my ancestor!"
The old man hastily covered the boy's mouth, "Do you want to doom the entire village? Hurry up and go back!"
Chen Sansi asked, "Could you tell me where we are?"
The old man was somewhat cautious.
"Oh, rest assured, I am not an Immortal."
Chen Sansi hastily assured.
The old man then spoke, "This is Sky Water Continent, under the jurisdiction of the Jiutian Sect and this place is called Small Stone Village, but... You don't even know this, are you from the outside world?"
Chen Sansi didn't deny it, "But I am really not an Immortal."
The old man hesitated, looked around, and finally said, "Come with me."
Chen Sansi accompanied the grandfather and grandson to a fenced courtyard at the village's end.
In the yard, there was a donkey, and then a large bundle of firewood.
Chen Sansi chatted casually, "Where's your cow?"
"Master, where would my family get a cow from?"
"Didn't you say you were herding cows before?"
"That was Mr. Huang's cow."
Chen Sansi was momentarily stunned.
He suddenly realized something.
That was the fact that he had been "a wealthy master" for quite some time to the point where he nearly forgot that in such extremely poor villages , not every household owns a cow. Many rely on human power for plowing and when needed, they go back and "rent" cows from the masters.
"Please, have a seat."
The old man invited him to sit down on a long bench.
An elderly woman, trembling slightly, took a worn-out earthenware bowl and poured a bowl of hot water.
Hot water is considered a customary way for common folk to treat guests.
One must understand that even firewood is quite valuable.
Isn't this the Cultivation World?
"Uncle, are you a hunter?"
Chen Sansi noticed the Recurve Bow hanging on the wall.
"Where can I hunt? That's my son's; he had no silver to pay for his medical treatment, and he died..."
After chatting for the duration of a cup of tea,
Chen Sansi had gained a relatively deeper understanding of this world.
He hadn't come to the wrong place.
This was indeed the Cultivation World.
It's just that immortals only settle in specific places and generally don't come to the mortal plane.
Moreover, the ruling method here is different from the outside.
The dynasty here is merely a puppet.
The real masters are the various Immortal Sects.
The Spiritual Grain grown in the fields is the tax that's paid to the Immortal Sects.
'It looks like Spiritual Grain has a fixed demand in the Cultivation World.'
Chen Sansi thought of Dasheng.
Why would the old Emperor also pay with Spiritual Grain?
Could it be that it's also sent here?
Had he been in contact with the immortals or even the Immortal Sects of this world a long time ago?
"You are also a seeker of immortals, right?"
The old man seemed to have seen quite a few.
He pointed to the southeast, "If you follow this direction for five hundred li, there is Daze Fang City, which is the nearest place with an immortal."
"Master, didn't you say you aren't an immortal?"
Li Ping'an felt like he had been deceived.
Chen Sansi explained, "Didn't you see I can't even fly? I just go there for a visit."
He finished the hot water, then took several ingots of silver from his bosom.
"Thank you for your hospitality, Uncle Li. I won't impose any longer."
Chen Sansi mounted his horse.
Li Ping'an, holding a wooden sword, ran out: "Then, will you still teach me swordsmanship?"