I am about to die of old age, and I have awakened the character of longevity.

Chapter 176: Immortality Plan, Seventh Level Martial Master!
Xie An's steps suddenly stopped, and the hand holding the box seemed to be paralyzed, frozen in mid-air.

Although his mind didn't go blank, Xie An did feel an inexplicable shock.

He gave up the small weapon he wanted to practice most in exchange for the white ginseng fruit, because he was grateful for Madam Li's kindness in the past and wanted Madam Li to live a few more years.

As soon as Xie An got the white ginseng fruit, he rode his horse and set off.

No, it’s still too late.

After a long moment of silence, Xie An finally spoke, "When did Madam leave?"

Chunlan was crying so hard that she could barely speak. "It was around noon. Han Li and He Ge'er went to call the villagers for help."

Noon...

If the Demon Suppression Division's White Ginseng Fruit could be delivered quickly...

But there are no ifs in this world.

Mrs. Li did not come from a family of officials, and there were no government agencies to handle special matters for her. She was just an ordinary woman.

Xie An didn't say anything else, but took a step forward, walked up the stairs, crossed the threshold, and entered the room step by step.

The dilapidated and simple room was quiet, filled with a pungent smell of medicine.

From afar, through the beaded curtain of the archway, Xie An saw the old woman lying on the bed.

At this time, Chunlan also stopped crying and walked in, sobbing, "When she left, Madam was still muttering Master Xie's name..."

Xie An walked towards the bed step by step.

Scenes of that dignified and kind woman from the past emerged in my mind.

The visit during the stroke, the voice on a snowy night saying, "Old Xie, take care."

The past is like smoke, and the thirty-eight years of meeting have all turned into yellow dust at this moment.

Chunlan took out a wrinkled letter and handed it to Xie An, "Madam left a letter for you."

Xie An stopped, took the envelope and opened it.

The letter paper was full of round spots stained by tears, which showed that Mrs. Li was also crying when she wrote this letter.

Originally, Xie An thought that Mrs. Li would ask him to find Li Ru and Li Shaoyun.

If Mrs. Li had such a request, Xie An would naturally help.

However, the letter contained a simple sentence: "I have saved a hundred taels of silver, which will serve as Chunlan's dowry. I have no daughter, so I consider Chunlan my own. Since there are no elders in my family, I would like to trouble Old Xie to arrange the wedding for Chunlan and He Ge'er. I wish Chunlan happiness and health, and I wish Old Xie a life of care."

Behind the letter paper, there was a silver note worth one hundred taels.

Such a simple and unpretentious sentence made Xie An feel distressed, and his eyes became hot, which was rare.

Old Xie... a long-lost and endearing name. No one calls me that anymore, except for this Mrs. Li.

Xie An knew what Mrs. Li meant.

Mrs. Li was a smart woman. She naturally knew that Li Ru and Li Shaoyun had been together for many years without any result. Asking Xie An to find them would not have much chance, which would only make Xie An embarrassed.

I'd rather not mention it.

Xie An handed the letter to Chunlan. After reading it, Chunlan burst into tears and kept talking about her wife.

Xie An slowly walked to the bed, squatted down, and gently held Madam Li's cold, stiff, withered right hand. "Don't worry, Madam. Chunlan will be happy."

Then Xie An put her hands under the quilt, stood up and bowed deeply to Mrs. Li.

He recalled the day he redeemed himself seven years ago, on a snowy night, when Madam Li saw him off. Xie An's last words to Madam Li were: "Take care, Madam."

Now, Xie An said these four words again.

"Take care, madam!"

"In my next life, I hope to live in a good world and not suffer from this chaotic world anymore."

Just then, Han Li and He Chunli brought a group of villagers and hurried over. When they entered the room, they saw Xie An and stood still.

Xie An turned around and said, "Madam Li, Tong Ying has lived a life of good deeds and has died of old age. Please spread the word and follow the rules of the Wu Temple so that Madam can pass away peacefully."

Mrs. Li, gone.

Xie An stayed at Li's house for seven days, personally arranging the funeral arrangements. He even invited a Taoist priest to perform a ritual, and finally personally carried Madam Li's coffin to the ground.

Because Madam Li usually did good deeds and had a very good reputation in Wuqiao Town, many people came to see her off...

After burying Madam Li, Xie An accompanied Chunlan, He Chunli and Han Li to clean up the Li Mansion, and then took Chunlan away from Wuqiao Town.

Before leaving, Chunlan did not forget to wrap up Madam Li's spirit tablet. She stared at the gate of the Li Mansion for a long time, and finally knelt down and kowtowed, "Madam, if there is an afterlife, Chunlan will come to serve you again."

After saying this, Chunlan left reluctantly.

……

night.

Xie Mansion, courtyard.

Xie An lay on the drunkard's chair, gazing at the stars. On the corner table beside him stood a box filled with white ginseng fruit.

Mrs. Li left and the white ginseng fruit was of no use.

Xie An felt unhappy.

But at his age, he had seen a lot of birth, old age, sickness and death. He had become indifferent to many things, and even if he felt some regret and helplessness, it would just turn into a sigh in his heart, not as intense as Chunlan's.

Fate is unpredictable, birth, old age, sickness and death.

Who can avoid it?
It's just that some people live longer and some people live shorter.

Mrs. Li lived for more than sixty years, which was considered a long life in this chaotic world.

However, Mrs. Li's death from old age greatly awakened Xie An's inner vigilance.

Since practicing the health-preserving exercises, Xie An's remaining years have been around forty or fifty years. Even after eight years, his remaining years are still slowly increasing. This has dulled Xie An's perception of old age and death to a certain extent.

Coupled with the great improvement in martial arts and Mingyu Gong, the acquisition of status and power... all these have dulled Xie An's perception to a certain extent.

This time, Xie An felt a great sense of urgency.

But Xie An didn't think much of it; it was just like that. It was just like many people in their past lives, who were usually so happy smoking and drinking, but after a trip to the hospital and witnessing several deaths outside the operating room, they immediately vowed to quit smoking, drinking, and other bad habits.

A few days after leaving the hospital, I started to live again...

After drinking two cups of purple bamboo leaves, Xie An slowly stood up.

"Martial arts power, official position and authority... even though they bring me great convenience, these good things can also make people less sensitive to distant crises. They are both double-edged swords."

Xie An felt that he seemed to be doing well now. He was a fifth-rank general, had the title of Mingyu Eighteenth Section, was close to the princess, and had the support of the eldest princess...

However, there is a limit to lifespan in this world.

A martial artist's lifespan is 150 years, a grandmaster's 300 years. There's even a limit of 400 years. In 5,000 years, no one has surpassed the 400-year limit.

Even if you have a long life and the Mingyu skill... if everything goes well, you can only live for more than three hundred years at most.

and then?
Become the next Mrs. Li?

As a time traveler, Xie An is unwilling to accept this!

Although these are still far away, Xie An feels that he must plan ahead.

After all, whether a longevity personality could break the lifespan limit of this world remained unknown. Xie An felt it was highly unlikely. The reason was simple: Su Yuqing had once said that the 400-year lifespan limit was determined by the human body in this world. Xie An's soul had traveled through time, not flesh. His physical body was still from this world, and thus subject to the same limitations.

Unless... the longevity of life can change the physical body and achieve some kind of huge transformation.

A huge transformation of life, similar to mutation evolution, requires changes in the genetic species level.

Judging from the abilities currently demonstrated by Chang Sheng Ge, Xie An feels that it is still many levels away from being able to change the genetic species...

Xie An even thought that the 400-year lifespan limit in this world might be limited not only by the physical body but also by some kind of law. Otherwise, it wouldn't be that no one had broken this limit for 5,000 years in the Great Qian Dynasty.

The demise of the Tianbao Dynasty was due to the word "eternal life".

Immortality...

Xie An silently recited these two words in his heart, vaguely feeling a mountain-like weight and suffocating difficulty.

At Xie An's age, although he still had a certain interest in power, when he examined his true self... his greatest obsession was immortality.

Before this, Xie An lacked strength and had accumulated too little, so immortality was just two words on paper.

Now that Xie An has accumulated a lot of experience, he can think about it.

"Fortunately, I still have at least fifty-eight years to live, so there's no need to rush, but I can't afford to slack off."

He began to make some plans for the follow-up.

"First, break through the nineteenth level of Mingyu as quickly as possible, achieve rejuvenation, and reach a level comparable to that of a martial arts master..."

Xie An realized that there was a problem: everyone said that breaking through the nineteenth level could make one comparable to a martial arts master, but that was just what others said, and what the actual situation was... Xie An was not sure.

After all, the high priest was beheaded by Su Yuqing.

Xie An vaguely felt that there was some water in this comparison.

But what is certain is that breaking through the Nineteenth Stage can truly rejuvenate one, and even if one's combat power is not comparable to that of a martial arts master, the difference will not be particularly outrageous. There will always be a huge transformation.

At least one needs to obtain a lifespan of three hundred years like a martial arts master, so that he can leisurely seek immortality.

Moreover, over the past five thousand years of the Daqian era, countless emperors had sought immortality and enlightenment, but to no avail. Xie An's personal attempt to uncover something was like looking for a needle in a haystack. He would need the support of the Daqian court to achieve anything. Even if there was a chance, there was still strength in numbers.

Then, Xie An felt that he was right to take the path of the Demon Suppression Division, but it was not enough... In the future, he would need to become the State General Director, or even the National General Director, to have enough power to mobilize countless forces to seek immortals and satisfy his desire for immortality.

After some planning, Xie An felt that there were no major omissions and he could continue along this path.

Although the eldest princess is good, she can only be a big tree for shade at present.

But Xie An felt that he could not rely on others for a long time, and he could not form a dependent path. He needed to forge his own path little by little.

However, Xie An's current strength is not enough to form an equal and mutually beneficial cooperation relationship with the princess. Once he breaks through the martial arts master level, he will be able to cooperate with the princess. Mutual benefit.

"Don't worry, take it one step at a time."

Gulu.

Xie An took a big sip of the purple bamboo leaves, then left the drunkard's chair and returned to his room to sit cross-legged and practice the Liver-Exploding Jade Technique.

In the courtyard, only the drunkard's chair was left, swaying...

Xie An's life became peaceful again.

If you can't improve your destiny integration, then just work hard. Although the progress is slow, every bit counts.

Because of Chunlan's arrival, the Xie Mansion was kept in order inside and out by Chunlan, and Yuhe also put more energy into the affairs of the Demon Suppression Division.

Xie An went to Tangjiabao to ask Tang Zhengyang about the stolen lifespan, but Tang Zhengyang was at a loss. Xie An had no choice but to give up. Finally, Tang Zhengyang decided to go into seclusion and entrusted Tangjiabao to Xie An.

Xie An readily agreed and gave the white ginseng fruit to Tang Zhengyang.

March passed by in a flash.

Autumn passes and winter comes.

It was early October, winter arrived, and it snowed.

The courtyard of Xie Mansion.

Huhuhu~
Xie An, shirtless, revealed his streamlined muscles, wielding his famous demon-suppressing sword as he honed his swordsmanship in the icy snow. Compared to three months ago, Xie An's swordsmanship had improved significantly.

The sword techniques he practiced were no longer the clumsy, pressure-based techniques of the Heavy Mountain Blade. Instead, they became sometimes graceful and unrestrained, sometimes swift and fierce like thunder. Snowflakes flew all over the ground, and the two large camphor trees shook violently from the wind of the sword.

He has no knife-pressing skills, but he surpasses them in every aspect.

When Xie An was about to put away his sword, he swung it lightly towards the stone lock at the corner of the wall from a distance. Suddenly, with a "click", the stone lock was split in two.

"The internal energy is released externally, killing people from ten steps away. It is truly extraordinary."

Xie An made a judgment with a smile.

Not bad.

In the past three months, Xie An has relied on the powerful potential energy accumulated by Mingyu Gong and the internal energy pills of the Demon Suppression Division to refine his martial arts to the seventh level of internal energy. After three days of tempering, he finally adapted to the means of releasing internal energy.

The knife-pressing technique is nothing more than a castrated version of the external release of internal strength.

Now that I have the ability to release my internal energy, every swing of my sword can be considered a killing move. Why would I need to suppress the sword?

However, the potential energy of Mingyu Gong has been exhausted, and the martial arts can no longer make rapid progress. This is really unpleasant.

"In terms of attacking, martial arts is indeed much better than Mingyu's. After all, this is not the world of cultivating immortals. In Daqian, it is really impossible not to practice martial arts." Xie An walked under the eaves, put down the knife, picked up the sweat towel and wiped the sweat off his face.

"However, practicing Mingyu Gong and martial arts together can indeed complement each other and double the effect. I have been practicing martial arts for eight years and have reached the seventh level of martial arts master from zero, which is already very outstanding."

Xie An specifically asked Zhao Qing'er about this. Even in the capital, where so many talented people gather, reaching the seventh level of martial arts master in eight years is rare. Even Zhao Qing'er and Wei Haoran achieved the seventh level of martial arts master at the age of thirty.

But Zhao Qing'er provided a piece of information: Su Yuqing broke the martial arts master's level when he was 28 years old.

In other words, Su Yuqing had already defeated the martial arts master before coming to Nanyang Prefecture.

It had been another thirty years since she broke through to become a martial arts master.

Whenever Xie An thought of this, his scalp would tingle.

Comparing people to each other is so irritating.

What kind of monster is this eldest princess?
Xie An shook his head, cleared away the distracting thoughts in his mind, sat down cross-legged in the living room, and opened the panel.

[Current longevity level: Level 1.]

[Current Fusion Degree: 0.85]

[Ming Yu Gong: Frost Descent 81/100]

After three months of hard work, Ming Yu Gong improved by ten points.

Extremely slow.

Although Xie An was mentally prepared, he still felt it was a bit slow.

He knew that Mingyu Gong was a top-level longevity and health-preserving technique, perhaps even close to being an immortal technique. Even for masters like Tang Zhengyang and Li Changchun, the time span of practicing Mingyu Gong was measured in centuries.

With the blessing of a long life and hard work, this progress is already very remarkable.

But when it comes to practicing martial arts, who would complain about going too fast?

"At this rate, it will take another half a year or even a year to fill it up. I still need to find a way to improve the integration of my fate. The first level longevity fate is still a bit rubbish after all. It would be better to enter the second level fate sooner."

During this period, Xie An often went to Zhao Qing'er to ask Huang Silang whether he had confessed the existence of other dog demons. As a result, Huang Silang was very stubborn and refused to say anything.

This is a bit abnormal.

Judging from Xie An's first contact with Huang Silang, Huang Silang is a spineless person.

Why don't you want to talk about the dog demon?

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

Xie An felt that Huang Silang must know where there were more dog demons.

By the time I kill a few dog demons, I'll have the 19th level of Mingyu Gong, and hopefully the second level of destiny...

Xie An took a shower, changed his clothes and went out to the small kitchen on the southwest side of the backyard. He happened to see Chunlan and He Chunli preparing breakfast inside.

Compared to three months ago, Chunlan is in a much better mood and more cheerful.

While Chunlan was cooking, He Chunli pinched her butt, causing Chunlan to blush and say, "You're so unruly."

He Chunli laughed and said, "Hehe, I broke through the Chongxue realm today. Isn't this good news for you?"

cough cough cough.

Xie An coughed twice.

brush!
The two people in the kitchen immediately stiffened, hung their heads, and their faces turned red all the way to their necks.

"Thank you, Master."

"Master, why are you walking without making any sound?"

Xie An said, "If I had made any noise while walking, I would have missed this wonderful show of flirting."

These words almost made the two of them find a hole to crawl into.

Xie An felt that it was almost time. If they continued talking, the two would lose their way. So he said, "Is breakfast ready? If it is, give me some and I will send it to the backyard."

Seeing Xie An change the subject, Chunlan breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly prepared a breakfast and placed it on a wooden tray.

There are soy milk, fried dough sticks, steamed buns, noodles, and roujiamo, which is very rich.

Xie An picked up the tray and left.

He Chunli took the opportunity to ask, "Master, who lives in the backyard?"

For the past few months, Chunlan and He Chunli had known that someone was living in the backyard, so they would always prepare an extra meal, which would be delivered by Xie An or Yuhe. If neither of them was home, Chunlan would do the cooking. Chunlan only knew that there was a very beautiful woman living there, but she had no idea who she was.

Chunlan twisted He Chunli's arm and said, "Is there anything else to say? Master Xie must have a mistress hidden in his house."

"Don't talk nonsense."

Xie An laughed and scolded, then went to the backyard with the tray.

Su Yuqing was still wearing her light blue silk dress, gathered at the top and loose at the bottom, showing off her elegance and slender figure. Time had left no trace on her face; instead, it became even more radiant and charming.

In the past, whenever Xie An had time, he would bring food to Su Yuqing and ask her some questions about martial arts. Every time, Su Yuqing patiently explained, which saved Xie An a lot of trouble.

You have to know that Xie An did not have any extraordinary talent in martial arts. His current achievements were all due to the blessing of health-preserving exercises and hard work.

It is much easier to do things with a master living at home.

While Su Yuqing was eating, Xie An sat next to her and watched.

Su Yuqing didn't feel embarrassed. She chewed her food slowly, put down her bowl and chopsticks, and said, "You've broken through to the seventh level of martial artist. Congratulations."

Xie An said: "Thanks to the care of the Princess, I have achieved some success. As a fifth-rank general, I will not be accused of using backdoors to get promoted."

Su Yuqing chuckled and said, "Let others say whatever they want."

Xie An was about to break through the 19th level of Mingyu Gong, so he asked, "Princess, can you tell me the details of how you killed the high priest?"

Su Yuqing raised her beautiful eyes slightly, "You mean to ask, after breaking through the nineteenth level of Mingyu Gong, can one truly rival a martial arts master?"

Xie An said with a wry smile, "Nothing can be hidden from the Princess. Can you tell me?"

(End of this chapter)