Immortality: Starting with the Fruit of Taiyin

Inside the inn, Wang Xuan gently shook his head.

If he weren't an alchemist, he would probably be categorized into this third type of person.

"Former sect disciples have been reduced to breeding machines... It seems a bit cruel."

"But if they are willing to become independent cultivators, no one will force them to join a family."

"It can only be said that immortal families are bound by blood ties and cannot easily trust outsiders."

"And besides the three mentioned above... there are people like me who possess the complete inheritance of all the arts of a sect, but have signed a contract that cannot be revealed to outsiders."

"However, compared to the others, we are quite popular..."

With a slight flicker in his eyes, Wang Xuan knew why people like him were "popular".

Because in the world of cultivation, there is no such vow that can be made with eyes closed as a "heart demon oath" that can never be broken.

Just think about it, and you'll know that if such a thing really existed in the world, then everything else is secondary.

It's likely that the demonic cultivators will transform into the most united, friendly, and efficient force in the cultivation world.

What are those controlling worms and poisons compared to a heart-wrenching oath that can take effect simply by making a vow...?

In conclusion, Wang Xuan couldn't be certain that there were no Great Vows of Inner Demons in the cultivation world.

But even if it exists, it's definitely not the kind described in folk tales.

Of course, the absence of a vow against inner demons does not mean that a cultivator's words and actions are unrestrained.

Instead, special magical contracts were made by the "Spirit Contract Masters" among the various crafts.

These magical contracts are quite expensive to make and are not fatal to cultivators of the same level, but they are very effective in protecting lineages.

Taking the Nanhua Sect as an example, after imparting the first-level Hundred Arts Inheritance to its disciples, the sect requires the disciples to sign a quasi-second-level legal contract.

For Foundation Establishment cultivators, the restrictions of this contract are approximately fifteen to twenty years, and it becomes completely invalid after thirty years.

However, the restrictions on Qi Refining disciples generally exceed two cycles of sixty years, and they can hardly abandon them for their entire lives.

In the past, when the sect still existed, this contract was a restriction on its disciples.

But now that the sect has been destroyed, they have become a protective charm left to the disciples.

With its existence, disciples who have received the inheritance are unable to break the contract and reveal what they have learned.

When the "hard" approach is simply not feasible, even if those smaller family factions are still unwilling to give up, they can only resort to indirect methods and play the "soft" game.

"The Han family, for example, is a case in point."

He pulled out a communication talisman from his waist storage, which had been flashing ever since he entered Qingye Market.

With a sweep of his spiritual sense, he silently read the information within the jade talisman.

As expected, it was mostly some kind of recruitment or recruitment stuff.

What surprised Wang Xuan was that, even though he knew that the Nanhua Sect had been destroyed and its disciples no longer enjoyed special privileges, the content of the message was still quite polite.

The letter contained no condescending attitude, merely expressing shock and regret at the downfall of the Shangzong sect, and also showing concern for Wang Xuan's current situation.

After subtly mentioning the attitudes of some independent cultivators towards young disciples who had lost the protection of their sects, the other party finally expressed that they valued his talent in alchemy and invited him to formally join the Han family.

As for the specifics, Han hoped to meet with Wang Xuan in person, with the location and time to be determined by him, and he spoke very sincerely.

After browsing the message, set the message symbol aside.

After a moment's thought, considering that there was a large array protecting the market, anyone who dared to make a move would be anchored and suppressed by the array.

Furthermore, since he was the one who chose the location, Wang Xuan felt that this meeting was still worthwhile.

It wasn't because of the other party's dubious sincerity, but because he couldn't maintain his normal cultivation progress on his own.

One must either reach the Foundation Establishment stage in cultivation or become a senior first-tier high-grade alchemist in all arts.

Otherwise, given his current situation, it would be difficult for him to obtain enough cultivation resources in a stable manner.

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Instead of making a decision hastily, Wang Xuan stayed in Qingye Market for several months, secretly inquiring about the situation in Chen Kingdom.

The market town is located near Wanze Immortal City and is jointly managed and operated by several Foundation Establishment families. It is relatively safe and timely in terms of information flow.

Gradually, as more information came to light, many things came to light.

Just as Chen Yao once said, the destruction of the Nanhua Sect was a calamity, but not the kind of disaster that involved life and death.

For most of the lower-level disciples, the greatest loss they suffered was nothing more than being reduced from sect disciples to rogue cultivators, with their future prospects becoming uncertain.

Ultimately, they were not the losers in a war of cultivation, nor did they have a true enemy.

Aside from cultivators who are already closely tied to their sects and carry a large amount of resources, ordinary disciples do not face such a pessimistic situation.

So, several months later, when the few spirit stones he had were almost all gone.

Wang Xuan hitched a ride with a merchant caravan and traveled from Qingye Market to Baihe Market.

One month later, we passed through the protective barrier.

After bidding farewell to the Chamber of Commerce manager, I looked around at this large market town near the Bailan River.

Without hesitation, Wang Xuan sent the pre-prepared message on the communication talisman.

The communication talisman itself cannot actually transmit sound over long distances. It only has the ability to transmit messages with a delay of several days or even months within major markets, immortal cities, and sects.

Wang Xuan wasn't entirely clear on the specifics of how it works.

But as a lowly cultivator at the bottom of the cultivation world, he didn't need to know the principles.

Having found a temporary place to stay, Wang Xuan originally planned to wait a few days.

To his surprise, just over half an hour later, the communication talisman vibrated slightly, and a warm reply returned to him.

"Right in the market? And the head of the family is there too?"

Wang Xuan was slightly taken aback, but he wasn't too surprised.

The Han family already owned businesses in Baihefang Market, which is why he came here.

He put away the jade talisman, got up and left the inn, heading straight for a high-end restaurant in the city called Linhe Tower.

This is one of the properties of the actual controller of the market, the "Xuanfu Lu Clan," and it has a spirit chef who is truly skilled in cooking in charge.

Following the instructions in the message talisman, Wang Xuan, guided by a waiter, headed towards a private room on the third floor.

As soon as he got upstairs, he saw Han Cheng waiting for a long time at the door of the private room.

Upon seeing the newcomer, Han Cheng's eyes lit up, and he greeted him with a hearty laugh.

"Hahaha... Brother Wang, I've been waiting for you to come!"

Compared to six or seven years ago, Han Cheng now wears ordinary fine clothes, and has lost some of the bitterness hidden between his brows, but gained more of his boldness and enthusiasm.

"I apologize for keeping you waiting, Brother Han. I hope I am not late."

Wang Xuan bowed respectfully and said with a smile.

"Not at all, I came here specifically for my brother, and even the patriarch values ​​you highly... Come!"

"Clan leader, Fellow Daoist Wang has finally arrived."

With a warm welcome, Han Cheng led Wang Xuan into the private room.

At first glance, one could see a cultivator in a green robe sitting in the main seat. He looked to be around forty years old and exuded an air of authority without being angry. However, his gaze was very friendly. He was none other than Han, the Foundation Establishment cultivator whom I had met before.

Beside him sat another middle-aged cultivator, whose gaze toward Wang Xuan was rather indifferent.