Immortality: Starting with the Fruit of Taiyin

"Heh... Fine then."

"Since you are unwilling to open the door, young friend, I have come uninvited. Please do not take offense."

With a wave of his hand, he broke the barrier, and with a rumbling sound, the stone door immediately opened.

With a smile on his face, Lu Yuan strode in.

"May I ask who your master is, young friend? Are you a renowned disciple of any sect?"

"I want to let you know that it is not that I, Lu, have trespassed into the cave. It is simply that there is a problem with the core of the spiritual vein in the market, and the spiritual eyes of the caves in various places need to be temporarily inspected."

"As an apology, I would like to ask you to relocate—wait, where are you?!"

brush--

The smile vanished instantly, and the previously composed expression changed abruptly.

A powerful divine sense swept across the entire cave in an instant, attempting to locate the cultivators hiding in the corners.

However, Lu Yuan's senses revealed no trace of any concealing talismans.

There was only scattered bursts of fire-attribute spiritual energy here, mixed with a little bit of sharp metal energy.

Apart from that, not even a single hair was left.

Without a doubt, the owner of this place had not only left long ago, but had even burned it with magic or talismans before leaving, physically eliminating any possible traces or aura left behind.

After all, destruction is much simpler than restoration. After a series of disturbances, even as a fake Core Formation cultivator, Lu Yuan could not find a trace of him.

They had never even seen each other's faces, only a cave dwelling that had been used before.

Unless he is a master of divination at the third level or above, it is impossible for him to calculate the number of days and try to find out the other party's whereabouts.

His expression shifted between light and dark. After a moment of contemplation, Lu Yuan stepped forward and walked to a stone table in the center of the cave.

This was originally intended for cultivators to enjoy tea and wine during their seclusion, and no one paid much attention to it in the past, but now it has become his last resort in his pursuit of that rogue cultivator.

Because on the stone table, there were two lines of short characters.

With bold strokes and powerful strokes, it expresses unrestrained passion.

"Break open the jade cage and let the colorful phoenix fly... Suddenly unlock the golden lock and let the dragon run free?"

Lu Yuan spoke slowly and deliberately, his anger burning fiercely.

"Good, good, good!"

"Great poem, great calligraphy, and incredibly audacious!"

"As expected of someone from a body cultivation background. I had previously doubted his main cultivation path, but now I see that without a strong sense of ambition, how could he write such an article!"

Enraged to the point of laughter, Lu Yuan spared no praise at this moment.

The poem is a double entendre, expressing the poet's aspirations through poetry.

If the array formation of Baihe Market and his fake Core Formation are a "jade cage," then the layers of oppression exerted on rogue cultivators by the entire Chen Kingdom's cultivation world are a "golden lock."

This person's words about breaking free from the cage may not have been written solely for himself, but perhaps more so for this hierarchical world of cultivation.

In an instant, even without seeing him, the image of a resolute, courageous, and enterprising rogue cultivator was already imprinted in Lu Yuan's mind.

As the saying goes, one can judge a person by their writing. How could someone who is timid, cowardly, and always seeks to play it safe write such verses?

The poem was good, but it also inadvertently revealed some of the poet's own character.

Is he a self-proclaimed extraordinary rogue cultivator with a knack for finding opportunities?

Such people are rare, but there are always a few every few hundred years.

From the distant Changchun Zhenjun to the more recent Mohe Zhenren, both were unparalleled geniuses who rose from humble origins as independent cultivators.

Despite their vastly different personalities, the two eventually broke through numerous barriers and became influential figures in their respective regions.

"I never expected to find such a big fish in this small Baihe market!"

"It's just a pity that the cultivation world has never lacked geniuses."

"I'll wait and see how far your fortunes will take you!"

Lu Yuan gave a cold laugh; he knew.

If the sentiment expressed in a poem can only reveal a person's character, then the fact that the other person, as a mere Qi Refining cultivator, managed to leave this place unnoticed truly proves that they must possess a legacy or treasure.

Whether it's a concealment treasure of the third rank or higher, or a spatial teleportation talisman, these are things that only those at the Core Formation stage or above can access...

With an expressionless face, Lu Yuan stood silently in the cave for a long time before finally turning away.

Given that the information registered by this cultivator is likely false, as is his whereabouts, investigating based on the existing clues will only lead us astray.

As for hiring a third-level divination master... don't be ridiculous.

Putting aside the fact that it's impossible to pay such a price based on just a guess, the Lu family doesn't even know this kind of person.

After all, the third-tier arts are already rare, let alone a profession like divination and numerology, which is extremely easy to damage one's lifespan and vitality.

The path to immortality values ​​life. People cultivate and break through realms in order to achieve immortality, but how many are willing to sacrifice themselves for others?

Therefore, such figures are extremely rare. Even in the entire cultivation world of Chen Kingdom, there is only one "suspected" third-level Heavenly Mystery Master, who himself is a highly accomplished late-stage True Core cultivator.

Without a fourth-tier spiritual item or a third-tier or higher life-extending spiritual item as payment, no one can persuade him to help.

The Lu family does possess spiritual objects of this caliber.

The mere existence of a mid-tier Earth-grade Wood-type monster and a "possible" opportunity is hardly worth the price they're paying.

……

A few days ago.

A hundred miles away from Baihefang City, on a riverbank.

The sky was clear and the breeze was gentle.

Under the sunlight, the golden scales shimmered.

Occasionally, a few wild creatures would approach the river to drink, creating a scene of peace and tranquility.

The spiritual energy in different cultivation worlds is abundant, but as a mortal realm sandwiched between large and small spiritual veins, no cultivators usually come here.

Even today, ripples gently spread across the surface of the river.

The two blurry figures gradually grew larger until they solidified into one...

hum-

thump--!

"Cough cough cough cough... Yu!"

Falling into the water from mid-air, experiencing spatial teleportation for the first time, Wang Xuan's magical power inevitably became somewhat stagnant.

Fortunately, the place was not dangerous, and the disruption of magical power was only temporary.

With a casual flick of his wrist, Wang Xuan cast a water-controlling spell, rising from the river's surface and startling away many wild beasts in the vicinity.

"Is this... a mortal tributary that flows into the main branch of the Bailan River?"

Like Wang Xuan, Kong Yingque was clearly still a bit unfamiliar with using her bloodline talent for the first time.

Although it successfully chose the direction with the thinnest spiritual energy and no powerful creatures within a hundred miles, as requested by its master, it failed to pinpoint the exact location and instead chose a general direction.

As for the result... well, the man and the beast fell straight into the river.

"……never mind."

With a helpless smile, Wang Xuan knew that he couldn't blame Qingniao for this.

When he tried to fly using magical artifacts, he fell from the sky quite often.

He reached out and patted the storage bag at his waist, and a streak of dark light flew out.

Supported by the small black shield, Wang Xuan rose from the river and landed in a patch of grass on the bank.