I've already become an immortal lord, and only now is the spiritual energy reviving?

The motion sensor light emitted a pale, flickering glow.

Qingyuan took very large strides, taking two steps at a time and rushing up the stairs.

Room 201, the security door was slightly ajar.

Liang Huilan, wearing a floral apron and holding two freshly washed scallions in her hands, heard hurried footsteps and was about to push open the door to greet them:

"Small......"

Before I could even say hello, the figure had already ducked past.

Forget about pleasantries; their manner was as if a debt-collecting demon was chasing after them.

boom!

The door opposite was tightly shut, and the sound of the lock clicking shut was crisp and clean.

Liang Huilan's mouth was half open, and she swallowed back the words "Come over and try our freshly fried ribbonfish" that were on the tip of her tongue.

"That's true, it's not easy for a young man to work hard away from home."

She shook her head, assuming the child was just tired from work.

"It's Wednesday...just two more days and it'll be the weekend."

She was thinking to herself:

"I'll make a feast of three kinds of dumplings then, and I'll definitely lure him over. I'll also let him meet Wanyin along the way; maybe they can even become a couple."

He closed the door and turned to go inside.

Liang Huilan washed her hands and glanced meaningfully at her niece who was walking out of the kitchen.

"Wanyin, your aunt is going to interrogate you. You got up before dawn to make this bento box, with all that plating and carving."

"Tell me honestly, have you taken a fancy to any handsome young man in the company?"

Gu Wanyin nearly dropped the bowl and chopsticks in her hands.

Her cheeks were flushed, and her head almost reached her chest.

"No...no, Auntie, please...please don't talk nonsense, I just...did it on the spur of the moment."

"smoothly?"

Liang Huilan chuckled and tapped her forehead with her finger:

"Our Wanyin is 'smooth' enough, alright, Auntie won't force you. Bring her back sometime so Auntie can take a look. If she's a decent child, Auntie will definitely support her."

"I...I'll go get the rice!"

Unable to resist any longer, Gu Wanyin found an excuse to sneak into the kitchen.

Liang Huilan watched her niece's retreating figure, feeling both sighing and wanting to laugh.

"The girl has someone she likes, as for Xiao Qing... well, let's see what fate has in store."

......

Separated by a wall, the interior of the house was pitch black.

He casually tossed aside his briefcase, rushed to the table, and turned on the computer case.

While the "Qi Observation Method" and the "Mind Monkey" technique are indeed powerful, they can only serve as supplementary methods.

If one wants to save their life in front of a true master of cultivation, the only hope right now is that Chai Wu possesses exceptional physical strength.

The screen lights up, and the ink-wash interface flows.

Click to enter the boundary.

His gaze swept over the sect's various data points, finally settling on a dimly lit building in the back mountains—the [Sacrificial Altar].

Estimated completion time: Two years

almost.

Once this altar is completed, the cultivation techniques will be refined.

At that time, the number of "incense offerings" will be sufficient to designate Chai Wu as the second "Agent," sharing the feedback from his physical body.

If I encounter another expert on the subway, even if I can't beat him, I can rely on my thick health bar to tough it out and run away. I should be able to break a couple of his teeth.

Two years in the game is equivalent to only a few tens of minutes of AFK time in real life.

In order to have two years of peace, Qingyuan decided to become a coward.

To enable automatic reminders after two years, switch to the background and open the work memo.

In reality, you have to survive; in the game, you have to develop.

We must grasp both aspects firmly.

......

Shanglin Village is located on the western side of the Qinglu Mountains.

Although the area is nominally under the jurisdiction of Guanhuamen, the people there are like weeds on a wall, swaying with the wind, and have never truly settled down.

The night wind howled, and crows cried mournfully.

Inside a drafty thatched hut at the edge of the village, a tiny lamp flickered, illuminating several faces that seemed to shift between light and shadow.

Among those present were not only elders of the Shanglin Village clan.

The village chief of Xiaoyan Village next door, who is known for his opportunistic and stern face, was also among them.

"Old Yan! This is unbearable!"

The dark-faced man slammed his fist on the earthen bed, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Guanhua Gate appears benevolent and righteous, promising tax exemptions. But look at what they do! When recruiting new members, they only want poor peasants!"

Those like us who have accumulated some wealth through our ancestors are all turned away! This is a vicious plan to wipe out our family line!

The old man with the goatee beside him gritted his teeth:

"More than that! I heard that a poor ghost in Liugou had a child with spiritual talent in his family, and he was actually taken up the mountain and given food and meat!"

If this continues, won't we be ridden and defiled by those lowly people who usually don't even give us a second glance?

In this great age of spiritual cultivation, if one cannot seek the Dao, one is but an ant.

They are not afraid of being obedient subjects, but they are afraid of losing the ladder to climb higher.

"Don't make a sound."

The tobacco pipe struck the sole of the shoe, making a crisp, thumping sound.

The one who spoke was Yan Zeshan, the village chief of Shanglin Village.

His face was deeply lined with wrinkles, but his eyes shone with the sharp light of a hawk.

"If cursing could kill people, Guanhuamen would have died ten thousand times over."

Yan Zeshan raised his eyes, scanned the entire audience, and spoke in a hoarse, rough voice:

"Now there is only one way—to find our former master and inform the Imperial Sword Sect."

Dead silence.

The group that had been shouting and laughing just moments before suddenly looked at each other, as if they had been strangled.

After a long silence, someone finally broke it with a trembling voice:

"Old Yan... this is clearly suicide."

"How strict is the rule of Guanhua Sect? Every disciple is like a wooden or clay sculpture, completely impervious to reason! Last time I sent someone to bribe the patrolling deacon, but they couldn't even give him a single spirit chicken!"

They have eyes and ears everywhere. I'm afraid the moment we leave the village, those bastards from the Soldier Killing Camp will have our heads ripped off and used as footballs.

Upon hearing this, Yan Zeshan's lips curled into a mocking smile.

He got up with his cane, walked to the window, and gazed at the dark night outside.

"Indeed, Guanhuamen is an impenetrable wall, united from top to bottom, and no one can be bribed."

"It was precisely because it was too proper that it revealed its flaws."

"After years of waiting and waiting, I have finally found a crack in the impenetrable iron wall."

Yan Zeshan turned around, his gaze fierce:

"Their shift change timing is precise to the millimeter."

"Every year at the third quarter of the hour of Yin (3:45 AM), when the fog and miasma on the back mountain are at their thickest, the disciples of the two classes exchange passes. Because they strictly adhere to ancient rituals, they must verify each other's waist tokens, step by step, without ever changing them."

"A round trip takes about twenty breaths."

"Furthermore, cultivators, having attained a high and mighty status, never deign to look down upon the mud and mire."

A withered hand reached into his robes and pulled out an object.

It was a wooden plaque as smooth as jade.

"This was given to my late father by Elder Zhuxuan of the Imperial Sword Sect decades ago, and it has been kept secret ever since."

"With this card, choose a reckless and clever young man to crawl through the filthy mud tunnels that only stray dogs would normally crawl through."

"If we can get through this hurdle, the Sword Control Immortal Sect will be just a hundred miles away!"

No one answered from inside; only heavy breathing filled the room.

High-stakes gamble.

The key is the life of the entire clan.

If they win, and the Imperial Sword Sect remembers the past or is greedy for territory and launches a counterattack, they will be the heroes who led the way, and their sons and nephews will have a chance to ascend to immortality.

If you lose, all will be wiped out, leaving nothing but ashes.

"To do it or not to do it?"

The cane slammed heavily on the ground, kicking up dust.

"In the past, even as a dog of the Imperial Sword Sect, I'd at least get bones to gnaw on; now, as a beast of burden for the Guanhua Sect, I don't even get a swill!"

The dark-faced village chief's facial muscles twitched, eventually transforming into a ferocious expression:

"Dry!"

"Since I'm going to die anyway, rather than live a miserable, old age in the fields, I might as well gamble for a fortune!"

Several rough, large hands overlapped in the dim lamplight.

......

A vast sea of ​​clouds stretches for miles, with towering peaks like swords piercing the sky, their sharp, sword-like aura lingering year-round, making it difficult even for birds to cross.

The pavilions and towers are all covered with white jade, and cranes soar and dance.

Amidst flowing springs and cascading waterfalls, flashes of sword light often streak across the sky.

The main hall is magnificent and resplendent in gold.

The two old Taoist priests sat facing each other, playing chess, and the situation was at a stalemate.

The old Taoist priest on the left has snow-white hair, his Taoist name is Yu Zhang, and his Taoist robe is embroidered with golden swords. His aura is as deep as an abyss.

The old man on the right has a red face and a short beard. His Taoist name is Yuanlian, and there is a hint of fire between his brows.

Snapped.

Yu Zhang placed his piece, looking utterly bored.

"The two old men, Lang Che and Zhu Xuan, have been sent to Blackwater City by the sect leader for some time now. What kind of rare treasures could that barren land possibly hold? Why would it require two late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators to go there together?"

Yuan Lian snorted coldly, toying with the chess pieces, his tone enigmatic:

"Who knows? Ever since our sect leader went into seclusion to learn the meaning of life and death, the aura deep within the Sword Tomb has become more and more chilling each day."

At this point, Yuan Lian lowered his voice, his eyes showing reverence:

"Do you think... Senior Brother, this time, can you truly open the Heavenly Gate and attain the status of a Purple Mansion True Person?"

Yu Zhang paused slightly as he pinched the jade tablet, glancing towards the forbidden area behind the mountain:

"If it succeeds, our Imperial Sword Sect will also have a place in this Immortal Deer Plain."

"At that time, every single minor sect in the surrounding area will have to crawl up the mountain on their knees and kowtow to their ancestor."

During the conversation.

A sudden commotion arose outside the hall.

"Report—!"

A white-robed deacon rushed up the jade steps in a panic, his expression strange.

"Shouting and yelling like that, what kind of behavior is this!"

Yuan Lian was displeased, and his Foundation Establishment aura spread out, causing the steward to break out in a cold sweat.

"Elder, please calm your anger! It's not that I've acted improperly; it's just that some ignorant mortal has come to our gates!"

"The man was covered in mud, looking like a beggar, but in his hand he held...held Elder Zhuxuan's wooden plaque! He wailed that he had a past relationship with the elder and was presenting him with a shocking secret!"

"An old acquaintance from Zhuxuan?"

The two elders exchanged glances, each reading a hint of amusement in the other's eyes.

Zhu Xuan has always been aloof and proud; how could he have ever made friends with peasants?

Yu Zhang flicked his sleeve and chuckled lightly:

"Since we have the token, let's summon him. This game of chess is getting boring, let's see what kind of fun he has."

In a short while.

A figure was swept away by a streak of light and fell mercilessly into the hall.

"Ouch!"

The person who came fell hard.

His clothes were tattered and torn by thorns, his face covered in blood and mud, and he looked extremely disheveled.

When he looked up, still dizzy and disoriented, he saw the two immortals perched high in the clouds, and his soul flew away.

This is true immortality!

Such grandeur is a hundred times better than what Old Man Yan boasted!

Pfft!

Ignoring the pain, he slammed his forehead against the gold brick, each blow producing a dull thud.

"Grandmaster Immortal! Ancestor Immortal! This humble subject has finally seen his family!"

Yu Zhang covered his nose in disgust: "Speak your mind. If you wail again, throw me into the animal pen to feed the tigers."

Yan Song was so frightened that he immediately shut up.

He held the wooden sign high with both hands, his face full of urgency:

"This humble citizen, Yan Song, wishes to report Guanhua Gate at Qinglushan!"

"Two Immortal Masters! You are all so powerful and wealthy, yet you are unaware that the land before you has long since changed hands! The Guanhua Sect appears respectful on the surface, but in reality, it has already secretly annexed the surrounding villages!"

"They are currently recruiting soldiers and stockpiling provisions; they have grand ambitions!"

"They eat the food bestowed by the Immortal Sect, yet they reap the rewards from the Immortal Sect—they're plotting a rebellion!"