Alex's spiritual platform completely shattered.
A piercing pain followed, causing hm to frown slightly.
Fortunately, he had already maxed out his resistance in this aspect, so he wouldn't be rolling on the ground in agony.
His idea was also very simple.
Since the damage to the spiritual platform was a foregone conclusion and irreversible, he might as well let it shatter more thoroughly.
It was nothing more than his cultivation being reduced to nothing and starting from zero. But Alex didn't feel particularly upset.
Perhaps his talent in other areas wasn't that high, but he was still quite confident in his cultivation. In his ninth life, he broke through the mortal world in three days and entered the Qi Refining stage. Then he established his foundation in thirty days and formed his golden core in three months.
Breaking through realms was as simple as eating and drinking for him. The bottlenecks that normal cultivators encountered didn't exist for Alex.
His body was constantly absorbing spiritual energy from heaven and earth, even while eating and sleeping was cultivation. To the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, his body was like an extremely tempting cake, enticing those wandering spiritual energies at any time.
That's why Alex often had a saying.
-"Cultivation is not a difficult matter at all"-
It was nothing more than waiting for the spiritual power to accumulate to a certain level, and then breaking through the realm.
Everything was as if it should be, as if it was meant to be.
When other cultivators cultivated, they were going against the heavens, diligently practicing every moment, not daring to stop for half a moment in pursuit of the great Dao.
But Alex was different. As for cultivation, eat when you should eat, drink when you should drink, and that's enough.
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The poop-yellow minibus finally wobbled into the small town and slowly stopped at a traffic light.
Alex turned his head to look out the window, and the scenery he saw felt both unfamiliar and familiar.
It was unfamiliar because he had gone through nine lifetimes and returned still a teenager, so he felt a bit strange.
It was familiar because the small town was an indelible part of his deep memories.
The bumpy road surface and the deserted streets.
He didn't have much impression of Shadehaven City, but he remembered many things about the small town clearly.
For example, this traffic light in front of him. Drive a few hundred meters further and you would see the old iron gate of the orphanage.
There was also the tobacco, alcohol and grocery store on the roadside, which had been open for many years. The shops next to it had changed one after another, but only it still stood undefeated.
There was also the old lady who set up a stall in front of the tobacco and alcohol store. She would appear here on time every day around three o'clock in the afternoon.
Because the elementary school across the street usually got out at four o'clock.
Since it was set up across from an elementary school, naturally the things sold at the stall were also things that children liked to eat.
For example, hot dogs, scallion pancakes and so on.
But what Alex liked most was the cold noodles that the old lady rolled by hand.
The noodles were very chewy and the condiments were very much to his taste.
His thoughts were flying aimlessly, and everything in the small town seemed to have never changed.
It was not affected by the rapid development of modern society.
After all, it was just a small town under an even smaller city.
Except for some left-behind children, you could hardly see any other young people in the town.
At this time, a man's arguing voice came from the front of the minibus.
Alex looked in the direction of the sound and saw the minibus driver holding the steering wheel with one hand and holding a cell phone to his ear with the other.
He was talking so fast that he was spitting out a lot of saliva.
"I know, I know, you nag, don't you get tired of calling all day?"
"Didn't you just forget to bring soy sauce last time and you have to say a few words? My brain is really going to explode from listening"
"Alright, I won't talk anymore, I'm getting off work right away, I'll come back and talk to you.."
The man's intermittent words came through, it should be his wife at home urging him to come back.
Although the small town was a bit backward and the salary was low, at least it was close to home and there was no overtime.
The green light came on and the minibus shuddered and slowly started.
When it reached the roadside of the orphanage, Alex called out to get off.
These small town buses were all like this, stopping whenever called, there was no such thing as a bus stop.
Alex got off the bus and looked at the sky. It was already a bit dark at this time.
The surroundings were also very quiet, only the small store next to the orphanage was still open.
Alex walked over. The boss was a scruffy uncle. It was said that he had struggled in the big city for many years and had even created the myth of a small town with a monthly income of one 400000$ at one point.
But the good times didn't last long. The next year, he lost everything, including his underwear, because he was addicted to stock speculation.
Others fear, I buy more; others lose a little, I go bankrupt.
From then on, he was never the same and lived a dazed life every day. His wife, who had been sweet and inseparable, also ran away after three months.
But the uncle never said a bad word about his wiife.
He just quietly packed his bags and returned to this small town where he was born and raised.
Then he borrowed some money from his old buddies and opened a small store.
Now he just guarded this small store every day, watching ball games and drinking a little.
In short, it was the life of most discouraged middle-aged men.
The uncle's name was Nikos Alkyon, and the sign hanging on the small store was Nikos Alkyon Grocery Store.
He was lying in a rocking chair with his hands behind his head, squinting at the TV.
Hearing footsteps, the man raised his head. Seeing that it was Alex, he quickly scrambled up.
Nikos laughed heartily, "Well, isn't this our town's top scholar, how come you're back without a word?"
Alex returned the smile, "Uncle Nikos, I'm back"
Nikos chuckled and subconsciously reached into his pocket, but he immediately remembered that the young man in front of him didn't smoke, so he put it back in embarrassment.
"It's good that you're back"
He patted the shelf and sighed, "So many children have left the orphanage, but you're the one who likes to come back the most"
"Maybe the big city is too busy"
Nikos looked over, "What, you think your Uncle has never been to the big city?"
With that, he was about to brag about his glorious deeds back in the day.
But when he saw the boy's calm appearance, he just laughed and didn't make a fool of himself.
He changed the subject, "Busy, how busy can it be? It's just that you're used to being in the big city and don't want to come back"
"You kid, are you saying that in the future when you go to college and graduate, you'll also be 'busy'?"
Alex shook his head, "I won't be busy. I'll come back often to visit, and it'll be like I'm coming back for them too"
Nikos snorted, "Alright, I won't chat with you anymore. What do you want, I'll get it for you"
Alex glanced at the shelves, which were mostly snacks that children liked, such as spicy strips, as well as more common items like oil, salt, and soy sauce.
He pointed to the pile of snacks.
"Pack a little of each"
These snacks that cost a few cents were deeply loved by the children in the orphanage.
When Alex was little, he also liked them very much.
So many years had passed, he had grown up, but the snacks hadn't changed.
The prices were also as cheap as ever.