The Happy Farmer Wanderer-Chapter 432: Cultivator Discussions_1

Although Li Qing was somewhat nervous when facing Long Eyebrow Daoist, his ears were still very sharp.

He asked with surprise, "Daoist, aren’t you a Taoist? Why do you say you’re a cultivator?"

This self-proclamation puzzled Li Qing.

In Li Qing’s mind, cultivators were a class of extraordinary beings that could only exist in novels, capable of flying to the heavens and tunneling through the earth.

Long Eyebrow Zhenren gave a slight smile, "The term is not incorrect; we are Taoists, as well as cultivators."

Seeing that Li Qing was about to ask more questions, Long Eyebrow Daoist raised his hand and suggested, "How about this, let me first clarify your doubts regarding Li Yuanxian, and then we can discuss the matter of cultivators, shall we?"

Li Qing forcibly closed his mouth and hurriedly nodded his head.

"The first question, Scholar, you wish to know if Li Yuanxian is still alive?" Long Eyebrow Zhenren asked with a smile.

Li Qing nodded emphatically.

Without clarifying this matter, he would never be at ease.

"Scholar, rest assured, I can tell you very responsibly that he is dead, so dead that he cannot be more dead," Long Eyebrow Zhenren said very affirmatively. "Even a fierce ghost with ability that reaches the heavens and pierces the earth cannot survive under the Divine Sound."

"Mengxian Terrace, ah, this is an opportunity countless cultivators may yearn for yet never encounter."

"In a whole century, only one from our Nine Truth Palace has experienced it. I wonder, Scholar, did you gain anything from the Mengxian Terrace?"

"Is it that difficult? I’ve dreamt it twice," Li Qing mumbled.

Long Eyebrow Zhenren looked at Li Qing as if he’d seen a ghost, his mouth twitching violently, "Twice... Since when has the Mengxian Terrace become so casual? Even if you have a constitution close to the Dao, it shouldn’t be this easy, right?"

"I wouldn’t know about that. But as for gains, I don’t seem to have any. I only heard two words, one ’nine’, which was pronounced quite strangely, it sounded like this..." Li Qing attempted to pronounce the word "nine" and "array!" with that awkward pronunciation.

"Stop!"

Long Eyebrow Daoist was startled and hastily shouted.

But the strangely pronounced "nine" had already burst from Li Qing’s lips.

Almost at the exact moment his voice fell, a large bell sounded from behind the bamboo grove, as if a thousand troops were charging.

Immediately after.

Crack—a peal of thunder, in the clear daylight, rang out.

The lightning, carrying a brilliant purple hue, looked as thick as a water bucket from afar.

When the lightning struck, a shrill scream suddenly emanated from behind the bamboo grove.

"Daoist, what is this..." Li Qing was startled.

No sooner had he spoken than another purple lightning bolt struck down from the sky.

Then the second.

The third.

...

No less than nine consecutive purple thunderbolts struck, making Li Qing’s ears buzz.

Long Eyebrow Daoist covered his forehead, his expression turning as if he were suffering from constipation, "Scholar, it’s better not to say those two words lightly in the future..."

"Daoist means because I just said that word, there was lightning?" Li Qing was instantly dumbfounded.

Long Eyebrow Daoist stared straight at Li Qing and nodded.

"Actually, for the matter of the Underground Palace, there was no need for me to send someone down from the mountain. Scholar, if you simply sat above the Underground Palace and recited these two words when there was nothing else to do, any fierce entity below would likely become very obedient," Long Eyebrow Zhenren said with a bitter smile.

It was truly distressing to see an unparalleled divine sword in the hands of a child.

Qi Mengru’s mouth was agape in astonishment, wide enough to fit an entire salted duck egg.

Li Qing clenched his fist tightly in excitement.

He had actually been in possession of such formidable abilities all this time.

Such thick thunderbolts, and nine in succession, even the most powerful ghosts should be able to be struck to death by them, right?

"Priest, is everything... alright behind us?" Li Qing suddenly remembered the pitiful screams coming from behind the bamboo forest and hurriedly asked.

Long Eyebrow Priest looked a bit uneasy as he glanced behind the bamboo forest, "There should be no major issue."

"I caught a few trifles for the juniors in the sect to practice with, and your spell has certainly taught them a lesson."

Li Qing immediately felt somewhat uneasy, "Priest, I don’t need to compensate, do I?"

He now understood what Long Eyebrow Priest referred to as trifles.

Definitely the likes of evil spirits and demons.

"If the layman is willing to donate some sesame oil money, I would not mind," Long Eyebrow Priest said with a smile, "But those trifles do not need to be compensated for. Withstanding nine bolts of the purple heavenly thunder is their fortune."

"Ninety-nine percent of those trifles have never seen this kind of thunder."

Li Qing’s mouth twitched slightly, the priest was quite humorous with his words.

"I will donate some sesame oil money, I wouldn’t feel at ease otherwise."

Long Eyebrow Real Person made a Daoist salute with his hands and continued, "Let me answer the other question of the layman."

"You can rest assured, layman, you will not become Li Yuanxian. It’s just that because you took Li Yuanxian’s body and obtained his life memories, naturally you will be influenced somewhat in your divine spirit."

"In one’s life, isn’t it all about memories? Having lived through Li Yuanxian’s life, some changes are inevitable."

Li Qing nodded in enlightenment.

When he first accepted Li Yuanxian’s memories, he indeed had that feeling.

It was as if he had personally experienced those events.

"Thank you, Priest, for clearing up my confusion," Li Qing sincerely said.

With these words from Long Eyebrow Priest, he immediately felt much more at ease.

"The layman need not be so formal," Long Eyebrow Priest reverted to his serene demeanor and said with a light smile, "The layman earlier asked what a cultivator is, aren’t you a cultivator yourself?"

"Holding a Soul Magical Instrument that can harm invisibly, and speaking divine sounds that can eliminate all evil spirits and demons in the world. A cultivator like you, layman, is already considered quite powerful among cultivators."

"Powerful?" Li Qing’s mind was a bit dazed, "Priest, please don’t joke, I can’t even be considered a beginner."

Long Eyebrow Priest shook his head and chuckled, "The layman can study Li Yuanxian’s personal Magic Artifact when he has time."

"Although I have never seen its true form, according to the records in our sect’s archive, it should be very powerful."

With a thought, Li Qing summoned the Black Arrow, which appeared in front of Long Eyebrow Priest.

Long Eyebrow Real Person’s divine soul stirred and with a wave of his sleeve, the once invisible Black Arrow immediately revealed its true form.

"As expected of a Magic Artifact forged in reference to the Nail Head Seven Arrows Book, indeed extraordinary," Long Eyebrow Real Person said with a look of astonishment, carefully picked up the Black Arrow, and after examining it for a moment, very solemnly handed it back to Li Qing.

"Layman should diligently study this object in the future, the soul-harming power is only its most basic ability."

"This object is unimaginably powerful."

Li Qing hurriedly said, "Since the Priest knows about it, would you... could you perhaps teach me a bit?"

Long Eyebrow Real Person shook his head, "I only know this object is extremely powerful based on the scriptures, but the specific method to wield it is known only to Li Yuanxian, and now, probably only to the layman himself."

Li Qing felt slightly disappointed. It seemed that he would need to carefully sift through that ghost Li Yuanxian’s memories in the future.

This Black Arrow actually still held secrets.