Chapter 3 Neighbors
Jiang He did not continue to explain. Words were always weak and pale. He would rather prove it with actions:

"I'll make you something delicious tonight. Wait for me to come back."

Then, without saying anything else, he turned and walked out.

Looking at Jiang He's receding back, Bai Minxin gritted her teeth and said, "Sister, he seems to be injured. Why don't we escape now?"

“No, we can’t escape.”

They had tried to escape before, but how could the three girls without any cultivation escape to the palm of Jiang He's hand who was at the sixth level of Qi training?
Jiang Yuanxia trembled all over. After a while, she covered her lips and stared blankly at the liquid that could not stop oozing out from under her body. Two lines of tears rolled down her thin little face.

Ever since the time when Jiang He beat me to the point of causing me to urinate incontinently, it felt like a hole had been punched in my heart.

As a result, she couldn't help but urinate when she was nervous, which caused her to feel extremely inferior and ashamed.

"elder sister."

Bai Minxin noticed Jiang Yuanxia's tears and hated her own incompetence. She held Jiang Yuanxia's hand tightly and murmured to herself,
"Give me a little more time. Jiang He, no matter whether you really repent or not, I will make you beg for mercy at my feet."

On the other side, Jiang He stood on the street.

The roads here are interconnected and there are densely packed self-built houses.

In this world, the practice of cultivating immortals has been developed for tens of thousands of years, and there are cultivators everywhere.

Aura is to monks as oxygen is to mortals.

Moreover, mundane food cannot satisfy the energy needs of cultivators at all. This has led to a situation in today's world of immortal cultivation where there are many people but few spiritual places, and a large number of low-level cultivators can only live around the edges of spiritual places.

The density is comparable to that of the Xiangcheng in the previous life. It can be said that the lower-level cultivators are no better than dogs - dogs can be full by eating some leftovers.

Four markets surround Qingmu City. Countless low-level spiritual herbs, monster materials, minerals and other raw products are gathered from the hands of independent cultivators to the markets. After preliminary processing, they enter Qingmu City, like four major arteries.

The air here is mottled and turbid, and it smells even worse after rain. This is determined by the function of the market town.

Houses of various styles carefully built by independent cultivators are neatly arranged on the roadside, adding a unique urban style.

For example, the wooden buildings built by his neighbors were neat and organized, like American houses in previous lives.

There was a parrot hovering over the neighbor's house. After seeing Jiang He, it suddenly flew over and circled over his head:

"Pervert, pervert."

Jiang He's face turned dark. If his predecessor was here, he would have thrown a fireball over there.

I don’t know what the neighbors usually say about him, but this parrot always scolds him every time it sees him.

The predecessor was often annoyed by it, but this bird was a first-level spiritual bird with a flexible and small body. The predecessor, who had neglected to practice magic, found it difficult to hit it effectively.

The neighbors couldn't stand what Jiang He did, so when they saw Jiang He coming out, they secretly released the parrot to disgust him.

But what the neighbor didn't know was that the resentment he received from the parrot would always be vented on the apprentice.
Granny Sun, who was tanning animal skins to make talisman paper at home, heard her parrot calling and hurried out of the yard.

This damn guy, isn’t he still working as a security guard in the Zhao Mansion at this time?
In fact, when she released the parrot to disgust Jiang He, she would always watch secretly to prevent Jiang He from doing something desperate and really hurting her precious spiritual bird.

"Oh, you're too lazy to be a doorman?" Granny Sun first called the parrot's name Maomao. When Maomao heard what his owner said, he obediently stood on his owner's shoulder and combed his feathers.

She looked at the injuries on Jiang He's face. She didn't know who this scoundrel had offended again, and now he was taking his anger out on a few little girls.

Granny Sun sighed silently. To be honest, this guy was a good young man before.

He lived next door fourteen years ago. At that time, he was only thirty years old and had already reached the sixth level of Qi training. It could be said that he had a good chance of building a foundation.

During the day, he worked diligently to make talismans, earning spirit stones for cultivation, and bought a lot of talisman paper from her. At night, he cultivated all night long, as if he didn't need to rest.

But for some reason, he suddenly became decadent one day and went to work as a security guard at the Zhao family, spending his days idly by. Whenever he had spiritual stones, he would go gambling. Later, he adopted three little girls one after another and tortured them for fun.

Everyone in Nanfang City knows that there is a madman living here. There are only a handful of people living in Nanfang City who are in the late stage of Qi training. He, who is in the sixth stage of Qi training, is already considered a master. In addition, due to his abnormal behavior on weekdays, others are very afraid of him.

Few people knew that he had long neglected cultivation and was now weak inside.

Looking at Granny Sun's wrinkled face, bent back, and a pair of old hands that had become dark red and swollen from years of tanning talisman paper.

Jiang He didn't care about the old woman's words, on the contrary he admired her very much.

It was already difficult for him to live alone, and he always secretly helped the three girls, otherwise he would have been tortured to death by Jiang He.

Jiang He smiled shyly: "I want to come back today to make some delicious food for my disciple to nourish his body, but I really don't want to be a security guard anymore. I want to pick up my previous skills again."

Granny Sun has been making talisman paper for most of her life. She is a person with whom one must have a good relationship. If she continues to be a guard and earns ten spirit stones a month, she will not be able to provide a good life for her three disciples.

You know, he also wants to provide training for his three disciples.

Each of these three disciples is extremely talented. Even if they have wasted nearly twenty years, they will achieve great things in the future.

In the original text, after they killed Jiang He, they were already short of resources, and were hunted down for refining the corpse.

He wandered around for seven or eight years until he fled to a demonic sect and found stable conditions for cultivation.

If we let them practice now, I'm afraid they will be not much different from the destined male protagonist in the original story in the future.
Hearing Jiang He's words, Granny Sun thought there was something wrong with her ears. When would this lazy madman start cooking for himself? He didn't even want to be a security guard who slacked off every day, so he went to make talismans? Making talismans is a very mentally exhausting task.

Looking at Grandma Sun who was standing there in a daze, Jiang He said a little embarrassedly: "Is there any place selling vegetables around here? I usually eat at Dongfang Market."

At this point, even Jiang He felt a little embarrassed. This master didn't even give his disciple meals on weekdays, so naturally he didn't know where to buy food in Nanfang City.

Occasionally, when they were in a good mood, they would bring back some leftovers, and they had to find food on their own.

Without the help of Granny Sun, these three great masters of the magic world would have starved to death long ago.

I don't know whether this is a good thing or a bad thing. In the future, tens of millions of people will die directly or indirectly at their hands.
The three disciples were not bad people by nature, and they knew how to repay kindness. With their help, Grandma Sun successfully established her foundation and lived a peaceful old age.

Granny Sun pointed woodenly toward the center of the town in the distance and looked at Jiang He's departing back, not coming back to her senses for a long time.

Is this a dog that doesn't want to eat shit? But given Jiang He's nature, Granny Sun always felt that he had some conspiracy, and she still couldn't believe that the madman would change his sex.

(End of this chapter)