The Trinity simultaneously traverses the Perfect Sacred Ruins of Shrouding the Heavens.

Chapter 33 The Yin Body, in a mortal town, do you dare to despise the gods?

Ye Fan ate heartily the rare normal food in the cave, saying as he ate:

"We've already sent them over a thousand miles away. You should go back after you finish eating. With the spirit weapon you gave me, I'll be fine as long as I'm careful out there."

Lu Sheng nodded and said, "Okay, I'll find a chance to take care of Elder Han when we get back, so he won't keep thinking about you."

Ye Fan shook his head and said, "There's no need. You should focus on your cultivation first and meet the requirements to enter the Yao Guang Holy Land as soon as possible. Only if you can enter the Holy Land will you have any hope of rescuing Pang Bo."

Being on a foreign planet with only a few familiar faces, it's impossible not to worry.

"Don't worry, even if I really die, I'll be resurrected once I become an immortal."

Lu Sheng said nonchalantly, "Since cultivation exists, then the Netherworld must also exist."

"After mastering the divine skill, we will learn from Sun Wukong and erase our names from the Book of Life and Death. Then, neither heaven nor hell can hold our souls."

Ye Fan smiled and encouraged, "I also believe that day will come."

After the two had eaten and drunk their fill, Ye Fan habitually reached into his pocket, only to find embarrassingly that he had no money.

When one is cultivating in a grotto-heaven, there is indeed no need to use worldly money and silver.

"I'll take it. I have plenty of stuff in my pockets. All that stuff is for what I need now. I'll grab what I need and spend what I need."

Lu Sheng took out a jade ruyi and handed it to the old man as payment for his meal.

He certainly wouldn't need worldly currency; he can just grab some next time he has the chance.

The old man quickly waved his hand and said, "It's too valuable, I can't accept it. If you two forgot to bring money, you can pay next time."

Just then, five or six-year-old Jiang Tingting returned from outside, and her eyes reddened upon hearing this.

"Grandpa, are you here to freeload again?"

"No."

Before Jiang Tingting's eyes could fully well up with tears, Lu Sheng slipped a jade bracelet onto her wrist and said with a smile:

"Rich and willful."

"Speaking of which, didn't you just say it was again?"

He drew his sword, brandished it a couple of times, and said:

"Don't let his handsome appearance fool you, he's a real fighter too."

"I am a swordsman, I love snow, and my sword drinks blood."

"Limited-time offer: Type 'one' and I'll teach those freeloaders a lesson."

Little Jiang Tingting asked earnestly, "Really, big brother? What's 'deducting one'?"

"Alright, you've said your piece, I'm going to go chop someone up right now."

Lu Sheng smiled and said to Ye Fan, "I would call this chivalrous behavior, not bullying the weak. My moral standards are actually very high."

Ye Fan joked, "I beg you, Hero Ximen, to rid the people of this scourge."

He glanced at Jiang Tingting and her father, and sighed inwardly. No matter when, there are always people at the bottom of society who live such difficult lives.

Being poor cares themselves, being wealthy cares the world.

For ordinary people, they are already high-ranking cultivators with some power in their hands. If they don't use it when they should, how can they talk about having a clear understanding of the Dao?

"No, children, you are still young, don't get involved in this." The old man surnamed Jiang quickly waved his hand.

Lu Sheng unleashed a burst of sword energy, leaving a mark on the ground, and laughed:

"It's alright. I am a swordsman. I can only become stronger by drawing my sword. If I do nothing today, my Dao heart will be clouded. I will regret it every time I think about it, and I will no longer be able to concentrate on my cultivation, which will ruin my future. In the future, when I encounter a powerful enemy, I will be beheaded by a single sword."

"So, if you don't let me take action, you're just telling me to wait to die."

"Old man, would you let me die in the future?"

Old Man Jiang shook his head, but knowing the implications, he still tried to dissuade him:

"I know you may have some spiritual cultivation, but, alas, child, don't get too involved. I know you're a good child, but you're too young."

He looked at Lu Sheng, who appeared to be fifteen or sixteen years old, then glanced at Ye Fan. His heart stirred, but he sighed.

His son and daughter-in-law were also cultivators who had once joined the Yanxia Cave Heaven in Yandi, but they died unexpectedly when they encountered a ferocious beast during a mission.

The family that suppressed them was the Li family in the town, whose members had several people cultivating in a grotto-heaven.

How powerful can a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy be?

He didn't want Lu Sheng and the other two to get involved. If things really couldn't go on, he would take his granddaughter and leave completely.

The reasons they didn't leave were twofold: first, they couldn't bear to leave their homeland; and second, they still had some property in familiar territory. In the past, their family owned even more property, but it had all been taken away.

Furthermore, they were far from home; this was the world of immortals, and it was far too dangerous for an old man and a little girl.

So they just made do with whatever they could get through each day.

I can't accept it, and I don't want to involve or harm innocent people.

"Old man, this shows you don't understand us cultivators."

Lu Sheng took out a White Rabbit milk candy he had treasured from his pocket, put it in Jiang Tingting's hand, patted the little girl's head, and said with a smile:

"If you want to reach a higher level, you must never be timid or hesitant."

"If it is a top-tier expert, then I will turn around and leave. A wise man doesn't fight a losing battle, and a gentleman's revenge is never too late."

"But if I don't dare to take any risks, and I'm afraid of whether there are any powerful figures in the other party's family in the mortal towns, what am I going to do when I face the ancient families in the future?"

"A swordsman's sword, once drawn, will always draw blood—either the enemy's blood or my own."

"To die on the path of drawing the sword, even in death, is without regret."

"For a swordsman, dignity is more important than life."

"My sword is..."

Before he could continue showing off, a group of loud, boisterous people suddenly appeared at the entrance of the small restaurant and immediately said:

"Hey old man, bring us some food and drinks. And you brat over there, what are you muttering about? Move aside, don't block the doorway."

Jiang Tingting's eyes began to redden again: "They are bad people, big brother, those bad people who bullied me and grandpa."

"What are you saying, you brat? Believe me or not, I'll beat you up." A skinny thug made a move to hit Jiang Tingting, threatening her.

Lu Sheng shrugged, thinking to himself, "You're just asking for trouble, don't blame anyone else."

"Ye Fan, cover Tingting's eyes."

Ye Fan readily agreed, covering Jiang Tingting's eyes, and then instructed, "Throw it far away, the old man still has business to do."

He was naturally not worried that Lu Sheng couldn't handle it.

What kind of ruthless characters can come from a small town?

"OK, I have a sword technique called 'A Sword Goes West, Flying Man from Beyond the Heavens'."

Before drawing his sword, Lu Sheng exchanged a final few pleasantries:

"Hey, gentlemen, call me handsome, and kowtow to Old Man Jiang twice, and I might consider showing mercy and giving him a small punishment as a warning."

The thugs sneered, shouting, "You're asking for it, you brat! You dare stick your neck out?"

"Theoretically speaking, I am not a brat; you should regard me as a god."

"The Sacred Bridge is also a god."

"Remember to have better eyesight in your next life."

Lu Sheng summoned his spirit weapon, a flying sword, and strung the troublemaking thugs together like candied hawthorns, leaving them terrified.

Imagine a world of immortals, what kind of heart would one have to see a young man in flowing white robes, wielding a long sword, and acting all high and mighty, yet still speak so rudely?

Is his styling not good enough?

"If you can't even judge a book by its cover, you're a complete failure as a thug."