Ryan followed the sound and saw that tons of huge stones were rolling down the hillside like roaring beasts and landed on a spiritual beast.
It was the lowest-level and most common farming spiritual beast - the Golden - Headed Wild Bull.
The golden head of the wild bull shone with a dazzling light in the sunlight, and its two horns pointed straight up to the sky.
It was famous for its great strength, hard work, and long-lasting stamina, and was very popular among registered disciples and outer disciples.
Through Fenrir Howe, Ryan knew that for registered disciples, once they could save enough spirit stones to buy a Golden - Headed Wild Bull to do the farming work for them, they could save at least half of the labor every day!
With the large amount of time saved, it could be used for their own cultivation.
Whether it was to improve the cultivation realm or practice spells, with this farming spiritual beast, the hope of being promoted to an outer disciple would at least double!
At this moment, the Golden - Headed Bull was pinned down by the huge stones rolling down from the mountain, and it let out a shrill scream.
"Moo!~"
The eyes of the Golden - Headed Bull were full of fear and despair, and its sturdy limbs were twisted painfully under the heavy pressure of the stones.
One of its legs was obviously broken, and the bone pierced through the skin, with blood staining the surrounding grass red.
It struggled hard, and every attempt to break free was accompanied by even more painful wails.
Its muscles showed the tenacity of life under extreme tension, but the merciless boulder was like an immovable mountain, firmly imprisoning it.
The air around seemed to freeze, leaving only the increasingly weak gasps and occasional mournful cries of the Golden - Headed Bull.
Beside it, a middle-aged man with graying hair showed an even more miserable and desperate expression than the Golden - Headed Bull.
The middle-aged man with graying hair roared as if his heart was bleeding, but he couldn't move the boulder at all.
With only the first level of Spirit Nurturing, he wasn't strong enough to move such heavy rolling stones.
He pounded on the boulder, his fists stained with blood, and roared: "I've worked hard for ten years, wasted ten years, and finally saved enough spirit stones to buy this farming spiritual beast!"
"I thought that if I worked diligently for a few more years, I could be promoted to an outer disciple, but I'm having bad luck and encountered this disaster..."
"The Heavenly Dao is unfair! The Heavenly Dao is unfair!"
"Damn you, heaven! Why are you treating me like this?"
Obviously, the middle-aged registered disciple was seized by great pain and immersed in endless despair. He was shouting himself hoarse, but it was all in vain.
He tried his best, but the tons of boulder didn't move at all.
He roared so hard that he seemed to have become mute. His mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out.
Ryan sighed: "All living beings suffer..."
If helping others would harm his own interests, Ryan would definitely not take action and would just watch coldly.
But now...
He had just broken through to the second level of Spirit Nurturing and had infinite strength. Helping this person move the stone was just a piece of cake and wouldn't harm his own interests.
"Since he's a registered disciple of Drunken Immortal Peak, if I become the peak master in the future, this person can be regarded as one of my 'subjects within my territory'. I might as well help him."
So...
At the most desperate and painful moment of the middle-aged registered disciple with graying hair, he saw a young man who looked like a noble young master in the chaotic world striding towards him.
The other person was still young, with a cold face, and his eyes seemed to be able to see through the essence of everything in the world, yet he maintained an extraordinary indifference to everything in front of him.
The middle-aged man's lips moved, and he made a sound that only he could hear: "Ryan... True Disciple Ryan?"
Ryan didn't say much and just quietly walked to the side of the Golden - Headed Bull that was pinned down by the boulder.
This boulder weighing several tons was undoubtedly an immovable giant for ordinary people, but in Ryan's eyes, it was no heavier than a piece of gravel.
He gently raised his hand, and transparent spiritual auras condensed at his fingertips. A purple glow flashed and disappeared.
With a low chant from Ryan, the boulder began to tremble slightly.
Then, in the astonished eyes of the onlookers, the boulder slowly rose and finally completely separated from the body of the Golden - Headed Bull.
Boom!
The moment the boulder landed, the whole valley shook, but Ryan stood still, as if what had just happened was just a casual move for him.
The Golden - Headed Bull was finally freed. It gasped painfully, and there was both relief after surviving the disaster and fear and gratitude towards Ryan in its eyes.
"Thank you! Thank you so much!"
The middle-aged registered disciple with graying hair was crying with snot and tears, expressing his gratitude repeatedly, and kowtowing like crazy: "I will never forget your great kindness and virtue in my whole life!"
If the Golden - Headed Bull had died, his life would have been completely ruined.
Now, at least there was room for recovery.
Ryan shook his head: "It's just a little effort. Don't take it to heart."
At the moment when he left, the Golden - Headed Bull with a broken leg tried its best to let out a low and grateful moo.
Obviously, that sound was full of admiration and gratitude towards him.
The middle-aged registered disciple was full of gratitude, but his lips were clumsy, and he was too honest to say more words.
Witnessing this scene, Ryan shook his head: "A person with bad luck and a bumpy fate."
He had lived at the foot of the mountain for more than a month and also knew that the situation of normal cultivators was completely different from his own. They all needed to complete sect tasks and make contributions to exchange for spirit stones.
And spirit stones were the common currency in the cultivation world, in the shape of ice-blue long strips about the size of a palm. As for the current situation...
Even if the bull was saved, it would take a lot of effort and an unknown amount of spirit stones to cure it.
However, the other person was a bit reckless with his words just now.
This was the cultivation world, and this person actually dared to curse the heaven?
It was reasonable to suffer from the backlash of fortune. There was no one else to blame.
Ryan wouldn't learn from him.
Seeing this person's situation, Ryan just silently reminded himself, "Loose lips sink ships!"
Walking along the dense forest back to the residences of the outer disciples of Drunken Immortal Peak, before Ryan returned to his room, he saw Chu Shaobai sitting slumped on the ground, completely losing his former image.
At this moment, Chu Shaobai had tears on his face, his eyes were red and swollen, and it was obvious that he had just cried.
Seeing Ryan coming, he said: "My old ancestor... passed away peacefully!"
The unbearable pain turned into tears and slid down his delicate but pale face.
Ryan didn't say anything.
Chu Shaobai sobbed: "My old ancestor had always been extremely kind to me. He often said to others, 'Shaobai is like me.' He took me by his side, constantly admonished me, and taught me earnestly."
"He taught me knowledge, taught me how to be a person, and would always keep good things for me."
"But I didn't even get to see his last face."
"I don't even know if my father burned the underworld paper for my old ancestor at home..."
Wails came out from his tightly closed lips, mixed with sadness, reluctance, and heartache.
He had not only lost a relative but also lost a spiritual pillar, a mentor who guided his growth and gave him infinite love and teachings. Just by closing his eyes,
Chu Shaobai could seem to see the warm and kind smile of his old ancestor.
Ryan knew that [Underworld Paper] was one of the sacrificial offerings that were burned when worshiping the heaven, earth, ghosts, gods, or ancestors.
It meant the money provided for the deceased to use in the underworld.
After crying on the ground for a while, Chu Shaobai's out-of-control emotions gradually calmed down. Then Ryan said slowly: "I remember when we first met, you mentioned that your old ancestor stepped into the cultivation world a hundred years ago and was only half a step away from the Transcendent Dust Realm."
Chu Shaobai wiped his tears with his sleeve.
Ryan's tone was calm, seemingly without any emotion: "But now, you say that he passed away peacefully."
"I think your old ancestor had been stuck at the tenth level of Spirit Nurturing for many years and couldn't make any progress."
"Because the bottleneck was so firm, if he rashly tried to break through, the consequences would be unpredictable. It was probably a situation where he would die if he couldn't break through."
If one couldn't enter the Transcendent Dust Realm, one would always be a mortal in the end, and one's lifespan was limited.
The old ancestor of the Chu family in Qinghe had some opportunities when he was young and ate the Life - Extending Green Fruit, so he had more than ten years of lifespan than ordinary people.
However, since he couldn't be promoted to the [Transcendent Dust Realm], his lifespan was eventually exhausted, and he passed away.
Ryan's voice seemed to have a power to calm people's hearts: "In my speculation..."
"He had always been reluctant to part with you and couldn't make up his mind to break through the bottleneck."
"Now that he knew you had successfully joined the Xuanji Cave Heaven sect, his heart was at peace, and he had no more concerns, so he made up his mind to retreat and break through."
"He just didn't achieve what he wanted and instead exhausted his energy and lifespan."
Ryan said in a flat tone: "Since he died because of his own decision, not at the hands of his enemies, there's no need to be angry or sad."
"As the eldest son of the Chu family in Qinghe in this generation, you are the helmsman of the Chu family's future."
"Why don't you inherit the will of the deceased old ancestor and make up for his regrets?"
Hearing Ryan say so many words for the first time, Chu Shaobai's body trembled.
He lowered his head, remained silent for a long time, and then slowly stood up, wiped his tears with his sleeve: "It's just life and death. People in cultivation should be more free and easy."
"Crying like this is really improper."
"I'm sorry to make Brother Ryan laugh."
Ryan's awareness and thoughts made him feel ashamed and a bit embarrassed.
After thinking for a moment, Chu Shaobai's eyes became firm, as if he had made a certain determination.
"I will become the first cultivator in the Chu family to reach the [Transcendent Dust Realm] in more than a hundred years and fulfill the unfulfilled wish of my old ancestor!"
Hearing this, Ryan patted him on the shoulder and immediately turned around and left gracefully.
Everyone had their own fate, and he didn't need to worry about others.
If he had extra energy, it would be better to worry about his own cultivation next.
"Tomorrow, I'll go to the mountainside where the inner disciples of Drunken Immortal Peak live and concentrate on cultivation to pay off the debt for reaching the second level of Spirit Nurturing!"
Ryan had a very clear self-awareness.
He knew very well that his [Supernatural Power of Causality] was not an extremely heaven-defying ability.
Even advancing the future cultivation results had to pay corresponding interest.
Naturally, it couldn't allow him to show off blindly in front of others, pretend to be powerful all the time, effortlessly defeat all enemies, and easily reach the top of the cultivation world and ascend to immortality while having fun.
And his cultivation talent was mediocre, not bad, but definitely not good either.
Under normal circumstances, someone like him would definitely not be able to become an immortal, and it would even be difficult to reach the tenth level of Spirit Nurturing. He still had to rely on luck. So...
Ryan had a clear mind and firm determination, which was ten times stronger than Chu Shaobai's!
Since he was determined to go further on the path of cultivation, he had to rely on his acting skills, efforts, and relatively clever mind to strive for more resources!
As an Earthling who had transmigrated here, having a flexible moral bottom line and a rich imagination was also one of his advantages.
There was no need to pay too much attention to trifles...
The path of "pretending to be a celestial prodigy" to obtain a large number of resources must be carried out and could never be changed!
After returning to his room, Ryan took out the jade bottle containing the [Blazing Flame Muscle-Casting Pill] from his Hundred-Treasure Pouch, and was just about to uncork the bottle and take the pill when a clear and noble female voice suddenly rang in his ear.
"You have a pure and kind heart. You're not bad!"