It rained for seven days and seven nights.
It was fifth month of the lunar calendar, which was the rainy season.
The cold rain washed the trees and rocks in the mountains, driving away the previous heat and bringing a slight chill to this forest.
Standing in the wooden house and looking out, the waterfall hanging high on the distant cliff was no longer a clear white stream, but a muddy and murky yellow mixture.
Under the gloomy sky, the pitter-patter of rain mixed with a damp chill fills this world.
The foxes in the mountains have all hidden away.
The fire foxes born with the ability to control fire despise the rain.
They only come out during mealtime.
But their food is not meat. Although they may catch wild rabbits and insects in the mountains, these young monsters mainly eat “fire stones”.
In the center of the feeding ground, amidst the dense forest, lies a small black volcano.
Inside the small volcano, there is rising magma and molten lava.
Every day, Luo Jing’s task is to use the spiritual treasure bag provided by the sect to refine the rising magma in the volcano into pure fire stones and then feed them to the fire foxes.
This is a simple but time-consuming task. Luo Jing needs to practice near the magma for a whole morning to produce enough fire stones for the fifty-three fire foxes.
Living alone in the mountains, without friends or socializing, with tedious and boring work to do, and a minimum stay of three months… to be honest, it’s normal that no one in the sect would accept this commission.
For most people, this is equivalent to being in prison, and the loneliness is hard to bear.
But for Luo Jing, this is nothing.
He has long been accustomed to traveling alone.
When he initially disagreed with his parents, he lived alone for three years, staying in his room every day to draw, occasionally playing games, chatting online, and it was common for him to not leave the house for days or even weeks.
Many people of the same era might feel uncomfortable after being confined to their room for seven or eight days.
But for Luo Jing, staying at home and not going out was already his daily routine, and he didn’t mind feeling uncomfortable.
Not to mention that the area where he lived was ten miles long and wide, and there was pleasure in walking around aimlessly when bored.
Luo Jing’s life in the mountains was quiet and plain, as if he had returned to his past life.
While other inner disciples feared living alone in the mountains like tigers, Luo Jing was at ease.
Here, away from all the distractions and struggles, there would be no inexplicable dangers approaching. Even if the Demon Sect was dangerous, it couldn’t reach here.
Not to mention that Luo Jing wasn’t truly living alone, he had someone with him.
Every night, he met Shen Qingxuan in his dreams, and Luo Jing could hear many interesting stories.
Although Shen Qingxuan’s breakthrough failed, after synchronizing with Luo Jing, she also successfully entered the Foundation Establishment Realm.
And since Luo Jing hid in the mountains, he temporarily had no danger to his life, and their pressure was reduced.
Shen Qingxuan, who lived in the Soaring Clouds Immortal Sect, finally had time to look up the sect’s ancient books.
They knew little about the world they were in, but Qingxuan could consult the sect’s ancient books and see many secret records.
The two newcomers have an urgent need for knowledge of common sense, history, and other knowledge in the cultivation world.
Only with sufficient understanding of the world they are in and a broadened perspective can they have a sense of security.
Coming from the era of information explosion, the two have an instinct to grasp information and knowledge.
In the first few days, the lack of daily updates on various news made them uneasy, as if they were trapped in some kind of closed cocoon, with a subconscious sense of insecurity.
They cannot live like most people in this world, living their lives without a care in the world.
In this world, not to mention mortals, even many disciples of the cultivation sects only care about their own family affairs and rarely take the initiative to pay attention to distant matters.
But Luo Jing and Shen Qingxuan are different.
They are eager to understand the situation of this world and want to know more information.
If everything is covered by fog and they have no knowledge of the current situation, it will give them a feeling of extreme insecurity.
During their seven days of meeting in dreams, most of the time, Shen Qingxuan would talk while Luo Jing would listen.
Occasionally, the two of them would discuss one or two things from the conversation.
The world of cultivators is not as dangerous as Luo Jing and Shen Qingxuan had imagined.
In the end, the cultivators in this world have a long lifespan and there is generally no terrifying thing like a great calamity of heaven and earth, so they live a generally carefree life.
The six demonic path sects have been declining for many years, while the immortal path is flourishing.
Even demonic giants like the Soul Refining Sect have to shrink in the remote regions of the Western Regions and dare not openly enter the Central Plains.
When the strength gap between the righteous and demonic sides is significant, it is difficult to start a major conflict.
The closest major turmoil to Luo Jing and his companions was a hundred years ago, and it did not have a wide impact.
According to the records in the ancient books consulted by Shen Qingxuan, it was about a peerless genius of the Soaring Clouds Immortal Sect named Gu Fran, who had made a name for himself at a young age and was expected to become the future master of the sect.
However, he fell in love with the holy daughter of the Soul Refining Sect, Ying Qiuchan.
Their love caused turmoil between the Soul Refining Sect and the Soaring Clouds Immortal Sect.
In the end, the two lovers, with different identities, went to the underworld together.
When Shen Qingxuan talked about this story, she did not make too many comments.
Luo Jing smiled and said, “Don’t worry, I won’t stick my neck out for the Soul Refining Sect.”
The core conflict of this tragic story lies in the identities of the two lovers, one is the holy daughter of the demonic sect, and the other is the future leader of the immortal sect.
They are both top talents cultivated by their respective sects, which concerns the face of the two major sects.
Therefore, even if the two of them sincerely love each other, they cannot be together.
But Luo Jing is just an ordinary disciple of the Soul Refining Sect, with no power or status, and has no great connection with the sect.
Although Shen Qingxuan is a direct disciple of the elder of the Immortal Sect, her position is far from that of Gu Fran.
As long as Luo Jing can leave the Soul Refining Sect, there will be basically no obstacles for the two of them to be together.
However, Luo Jing also knows that this is his wife’s good intention, indirectly reminding him not to stand out in the Soul Refining Sect.
But Luo Jing is confident that he cannot stand out in the Soul Refining Sect.
As an inner disciple who feeds demon beasts in the mountains, Luo Jing can make himself completely invisible in the inner sect.
As the saying goes, “when you want to act like a loser, you suddenly feel that the world is vast.”
Other inner disciples rack their brains to climb up, but Luo Jing doesn’t have such ideas.
He has a better life waiting for him outside the Vast Ancient Mountains.
In the Soul Refining Sect, he doesn’t need to fight for anything, just act like a loser.
It’s difficult to achieve success, but isn’t it simple to act like a loser?
Luo Jing is proficient in this!
Life in the mountains began quietly like this.
Every morning, Luo Jing followed the feeding manual to refine the fire stones and feed the fire foxs.
In the afternoon, he would either go back to his wooden hut to cultivate or take out the already prepared painting materials to draw something he likes and pass the time.
For safety reasons, Luo Jing didn’t draw anything too outrageous. If it wasn’t landscape painting, it was something with an ancient style, and he never touched the topic of those “ape ” paintings that he was most skilled in during his past life, to avoid trouble.
Although theoretically speaking, he could draw whatever he wanted in the mountains without anyone coming to see it.
But Luo Jing is cautious and unwilling to take even the slightest risk.
In this mundane daily life, Luo Jing spent his first ten days in the mountains.
The long-lasting heavy rain finally stopped.
The sun rose on the horizon, and white mist rose slightly between the mountains, like a sea of clouds.
In the clear blue sky, a familiar figure leapt over the mountains and landed in front of Luo Jing’s wooden house.
It interrupted Luo Jing, who was drawing.
It was Luo Yan Yin, the little girl who had a quirky personality and claimed to like watching the destruction of families. She had flown alone across the Vast Ancient Mountains and came to his door.