Kapitel 188: Climbing the Mountain
The cultivator who was recording, though looking down on Chen Xia, didn't make things too difficult for him. He casually waved his hand, signaling Chen Xia to step onto the mountain climbing path, and at the same time, gave a reminder.
"When you go in, be a bit smart. If your clothes and appearance aren't up to par, then keep your head sharp. Don't offend the lords. Otherwise, you'll be asking for trouble."
"Okay," Chen Xia nodded gently, didn't say much, and wasn't angry. There was really no need to get angry with these small fry.
It was like a star destroyer wouldn't care about an ant's collision.
The Little Pill Hall was in charge of this area, so there should be some so-called great cultivators sitting in command. Judging from the name, there might even be pills there.
Chen Xia really needed pills now. His severely injured body was a bit stuck. It wouldn't get worse, but it wasn't getting better either. If he wanted to use spiritual energy techniques, it would probably make it worse.
Fortunately, the power of adding points wasn't affected. He still had the combat power of the Overturning Sea Realm. It's just that with his current severely injured body, he definitely wasn't as powerful as when he was at his peak.
If his body was unharmed, with the dual combat power of cultivation level and strength at the Overturning Sea Realm, he would be able to fight the external incarnation of the Old Fisherman at the Heaven-Mending Realm.
Although he hadn't won, he could indeed put up a fight.
With these thoughts in his mind, Chen Xia didn't stop his steps and stepped onto the mountain climbing path.
The structure of the upside-down mountain was very strange. There was no way to go up from below. Instead, a ten-thousand-meter staircase was built out of thin air, leading straight into the clouds. So it was also called the mountain climbing path.
Although the path was extremely long, because there were many people, there were also many climbers.
Beside it, there were cultivators from the Little Pill Hall on guard. All of them had their hands clasped behind their backs, their heads slightly raised, looking down arrogantly at these climbers.
Chen Xia was already halfway up the mountain climbing path. Further up, there was a sea of clouds.
Walking with him was an old man. The two happened to be climbing the mountain together.
Now, the old man was breathing heavily, his face flushed, sweating profusely. He was already extremely tired but still managed to keep up with Chen Xia without falling behind.
Chen Xia's face was calm, his steps light, but his speed was surprisingly fast and remained constant.
The two had also talked along the way. Mainly, Chen Xia asked about the details of the Little Pill Hall.
The old man wasn't very clear either. He answered based on what he had heard, "The Little Pill Hall is a major sect in the Qingzhou territory. It's the big boss here. We climbers are here to beg the lords for charity."
"Then I'm begging for food?" Chen Xia asked curiously.
"Otherwise, what else? Most of the climbers are servants. The lords don't need to climb the mountain. They can just use their supernatural powers to fly up."
The old man replied. At the same time, he wiped the sweat on his forehead with the handkerchief at his waist. He was already parched, and the water bottle he carried had long been empty. He could only shake his head and then asked Chen Xia.
"Young man, why are you climbing the mountain?"
"I don't know. I saw them all climbing, so I joined in. Maybe I'm following the trend," Chen Xia replied blandly and slowed down his steps a bit to make it easier for the old man to keep up.
He was really gentle. I'm so touched.
"And you?" Chen Xia turned his head slightly and asked curiously.
"Alas, it's all sad stories. My family lacks money. There are dozens of people in my family, and I have a grandson who is cultivating. It's all expenses."
"I cultivated a bit when I was young. My talent wasn't good, but I'm still half a qi cultivator. I can't do big things, but I can come and be a medicine slave for the lords. I can also get some money every month."
The old man sighed and then asked Chen Xia, "Young man, you're here to be a medicine slave too, right?"
Chen Xia touched the tip of his nose. "I don't know."
After reaching the middle of the mountain climbing path, the old man's steps became even more strenuous. He was panting, and without water, he was becoming more and more exhausted.
Fortunately, the old man thought of a way. He stopped, put his water bottle under his crotch.
This made Chen Xia stop in his tracks. He was slightly stunned. "No... what are you..."
He hesitated to speak.
"Ha ha, it's okay. Self-produced and self-consumed," the old man was quite humorous.
Chen Xia nodded.
This was taking recycling to the extreme.
"Young man, you go ahead. If we're fated, maybe we can still be medicine slaves together."
Chen Xia nodded. It was the first time he had been called "young man" so many times.
A young man over two thousand years old. That was still reasonable.
He took a curious look and then turned around and quickened his steps, walking towards the higher part of the mountain climbing path.
Don't look at what's improper. Chen Xia still understood this principle.
Mainly, there really wasn't much to see.
His steps were faster. He walked briskly on the mountain climbing path, overtaking many pedestrians one after another, and his tattered clothes fluttered in the wind.
It was quite stylish too.
Pedestrians with deeper cultivation levels had already reached the top of the upside-down mountain early. Probably with the cultivation level of the Foundation Establishment Realm, they were now standing respectfully on the mountaintop, waiting for the lords of the Little Pill Hall to inspect them.
They hung their heads, mostly looking nervous, not daring to look directly at the lords in front of them in their luxurious clothes, waiting uneasily for the inspection results.
Among the lords of the Little Pill Hall, there was a particularly arrogant one. Sitting on a large chair, his white clothes were dazzling, his long hair hanging down to his waist. He was reaching out to fiddle with his fingernails, looking bored.
The other cultivators of the Little Pill Hall were looking at the climbers. When they saw someone who caught their eye, they would go up and ask a few questions. If the person's background, cultivation level, and such were okay, they could be taken in as medicine slaves.
"What's your name?" A cultivator from the Little Pill Hall suddenly asked curiously of the pedestrian in front of him.
The person's body trembled. He was so nervous that he stammered.
"W... Wang San."
The cultivator from the Little Pill Hall frowned slightly and asked again, "Where are you from?"
"S... South City."
"Looks like you have some spiritual energy. Why can't you even speak clearly?" The cultivator from the Little Pill Hall was a bit dissatisfied.
Hearing this, the person was so scared that his body trembled and cold sweat broke out on his back. He quickly explained.
"I'm really t... too, too happy. I'm overwhelmed. I'm afraid I'll stutter."
"Okay, I can tell you're happy," the elder of the Little Pill Hall nodded. At the same time, he quietly glanced at the arrogant figure sitting behind him and transmitted his voice with spiritual energy.
"Don't mention the word stutter again."
"Yes, yes." Wang San quickly nodded.
"Okay, go to the back and get a pill robe. You're my medicine slave now."
Just as the cultivator's voice faded, a crisp sound suddenly came from the side.
Slap!
"Why are you so stupid? The stray dogs on the side of the road are smarter than you!"
A pedestrian collapsed on the ground, with a bright red palm print on his face, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. He was crawling on the ground, his body trembling.
"Pig-headed fool!" The cultivator who slapped him cursed.
The pedestrian didn't dare to refute. He quickly got up and knelt down to kowtow to the cultivator.
"I'm wrong, my lord. Please forgive me, my lord."
The other pedestrians didn't dare to make a sound. They buried their heads, afraid of getting caught up in it.
In this tense atmosphere.
A figure in tattered clothes walked up the mountain climbing path. The first thing he said made all the cultivators turn their heads.
"I heard you're recruiting. Is there a double break?"
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