It's Also Good to Have a Flesh-and-Blood Body

Noon.

Yi Feng yawned at the door, looking completely sleepy-eyed.

He drew some well water and washed his face, which perked him up quite a bit.

Fu Nantian was nowhere to be seen. Before he could even call out a few times, his stomach began to protest violently, so he had to go to the kitchen and whip up a bowl of noodles first.

After eating and drinking his fill, he felt comfortable all over.

Although this body was quite strange, always needing to eat, drink, and relieve itself, which was somewhat troublesome, the leisurely time spent enjoying a cup of tea after a meal was still incredibly relaxing.

If there was no pleasure to be enjoyed, what was the point of cultivating immortality?

Thinking of this, Yi Feng felt much better.

Just as he was enjoying his clear tea, a sudden stench wafted over from the backyard.

The smell was truly pungent, comparable to a fifty-year-old outhouse. Yi Feng quickly covered his nose and marched toward the backyard with an angry face!

Who the hell is dumping dung everywhere...?

Just as he reached the backyard, Yi Feng's cursing was cut short, his tone revealing his shock and bewilderment.

In his line of sight.

Fu Nantian and several old men were arguing endlessly. Holding rakes they had found from who knows where, they were fighting fiercely.

Zui Wuya! How dare you try to steal my serendipity?

Fu Nantian, you have so much dung, what's wrong with sharing a little with us!

Bullshit! I went through a lot of trouble to find this outside. If you want some, go find it with your own skills!

You motherf...

The old men were arguing until their faces turned red, refusing to yield an inch over a pile of feces in the middle. The scene was incredibly bizarre; Yi Feng was dumbfounded.

Good heavens...

He had seen people rob others of money or kidnap people, but he had never seen anyone fighting over dung!

These old guys really knew how to play.

Such a unique hobby would make even a pervert feel disgusted.

The more Yi Feng looked, the more bewildered he became. Feeling that his horizons had been broadened, he couldn't help but ask.

Uh...

Brothers, is this dung some kind of treasure? Is that why you care so much about it?

As soon as he spoke.

The men turned around upon hearing his voice.

Zui Wuya and Wei Donghai had previously been gifted precious swords by Yi Feng, so their attitude was naturally excellent. Even though their faces were flushed with anger just a moment ago, they turned around, squeezed out smiles, and cupped their fists in greeting.

Brother Yi!

You might not know this, but these exotic beast droppings are not rare. We just have some use for them, which is why we value them so highly.

That's right! We are not fighting for dung, but for serendipity! As long as we observe various types of dung, we might be able to comprehend the Great Dao of Dung!

The two spoke with absolute seriousness, but Yi Feng's eyes widened in disbelief.

The Great Dao of Dung...?

Why does that sound so unreliable? How can cultivation have anything to do with dung?

Unexpectedly, as soon as he voiced his doubts, the two brothers burst into laughter.

Fu Nantian also turned around with a smile, a proud look appearing between his brows.

Boy, this just shows your shallow experience!

To tell you the truth, we previously witnessed an earth-shattering battle and saw a peerless supreme expert make a move. His divine abilities were terrifyingly powerful!

After asking around, we learned that this supreme expert entered the Dao through dung to achieve his current success!

Such supreme divine arts are definitely not something you can comprehend!

Now, I have collected all the exotic beast dung in the vicinity. I have a better chance of entering the Dao than anyone else. If you become my disciple right now, I'll share a few lumps with you, how about it?

Despite Fu Nantian speaking with such conviction, Yi Feng just stood there blankly.

Noticing the pile of dung at the other party's feet being guarded like a treasure, he only felt a wave of disgust and repeatedly shook his head.

No thanks, no thanks...

Yi Feng didn't believe in any Great Dao of Dung.

If looking at dung could make someone powerful, wouldn't the old man who used to empty his chamber pot be heaven-defyingly strong?

This was obviously pure nonsense!

Besides, if there really was such a powerful expert, why would he easily reveal his path of cultivation?

He guessed that the person was probably just brushing them off casually, but they actually took it seriously.

These brothers were truly something else.

As for cultivating the Dao of Dung, Yi Feng didn't have the slightest bit of interest!

Whether it was the cultivators of Cloud Star or the annihilated Demon Race, they were all weaklings in his eyes. What was there to learn?

In the blink of an eye.

The old men started arguing again. Yi Feng watched with a helpless expression. Seeing that they were about to swing their rakes and fight, which would very likely result in dung flying through the nine heavens.

To avoid being caught in the crossfire, Yi Feng quickly pinched his nose and slipped away.

Even after exiting the courtyard, he didn't stop, running all the way to the village entrance before finally taking deep breaths of fresh air.

Not long after.

Zui Wuya and Wei Donghai flew angrily through the air, gripping their rakes tightly and cursing profusely!

Damn it!

That old bootlicker is truly insatiably greedy, hoarding so much serendipity all for himself!

Forget it, forget it. He's already smeared the dung on the walls. We can't just scrape it off forcefully and tear down his house, right? After all, we've been old friends for so many years; it's better to avoid ruining our relationship.

Sigh, it's a pity we transcended our flesh and blood bodies long ago, otherwise we wouldn't need to go out looking for dung!

Let's hurry up and head out. Otherwise, once Brother Luo makes a move, we won't even be able to pick up a speck of dung!

Listening to the conversation in the sky.

Yi Feng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he suddenly felt relieved in his heart. Having a body of flesh and blood was actually quite nice. Eating, drinking, and relieving oneself weren't entirely bad things; at the very least, they would definitely make these older brothers envious.

The ways of the world were often like this.

As the saying goes, one man's meat is another man's poison. The troubles and pains in one's own eyes might become a sweet dream from someone else's perspective.

The myriad beings of the world are often trapped by appearances, unable to transcend the mortal realm.

Even so.

Yi Feng was too embarrassed to give them his own dung. This little private matter of his really wasn't glorious to speak of; it was better to just keep it silently hidden in his heart.

Seeing these brothers addicted to collecting dung, he guessed that the village would soon be filled with a terrible stench.

Yi Feng couldn't help but sigh with emotion, gazing into the distance.

It looks like I probably won't be able to stay here for more than a few days. Where should I go next?