Chen Feng totally agreed with the old man's statement from his family. If cultivation led to losing all human thoughts and life itself, then what was the point of cultivating? It would be better to shave one's head, join a monastery, and essentially wait to die.
Chen Feng remembered once asking the old man whether, in this world with cultivators like us, there were such things as immortal gods.
The old man chuckled and said, "What difference would it make if they exist or not? Would you rather blow in the cold wind, squatting in a forsaken corner eating peaches, or would you prefer to go out and enjoy a bowl of hot dry noodles on the street while whistling at the ladies?"
Without even thinking, Chen Feng naturally chose the second option. As a result, over the years, his cultivation level "whooshed" upwards. The old man told him he was cultivating effortlessly, but sadly, most cultivators didn't understand this simple truth.
