I Keep Reincarnating, Why Is He Still Alive?

Tao Mian dragged his disciple forward to join the crowd.

In front of a dilapidated mansion, blue-robed cultivators were coming and going in pairs, each carrying a large brown wooden box filled with clothes and old books.

A haughty young cultivator stood at the entrance, dressed more finely than the young men doing the moving, suggesting his higher status.

He held a booklet in one hand and a pen in the other, seemingly taking inventory.

Curious, Tao Mian looked around, not understanding the situation, and decided to randomly pick a lucky passerby to inquire about it.

"Excuse me, is the owner of this mansion moving?"

Beside him stood a young woman in a dark purple dress, with willow-like eyebrows and phoenix eyes, giving her a somewhat heroic look.

Hearing Tao Mian's low inquiry, she covered her face with her hand and replied in a similar volume.

"No, they're not moving. The old owner of this house lost a duel to an elder from the Tongshan Sect. According to the bet, they have to pay a large sum of money.

Their family is dirt poor, with nothing left. Without money, they have to use their belongings as compensation."

The woman's voice carried a hint of schadenfreude.

"Ah?" Tao Mian was surprised. He didn't often mingle in the mortal world and didn't understand the rules and customs between these cultivation sects, so he found it a bit excessive at first.

"Just because they lost a duel, there's no need to confiscate everything from their home, right?"@@novelbin@@