Immortality: Starting with the Fruit of Taiyin

As dusk fell, the sun began to set.

After the final transaction was completed, the forest monks left in order of the amount they had paid, as arranged by the organizers of the meeting.

As the seller of the three inheritances, Wang Xuan became the third cultivator to leave.

He immediately fled on his weapon, without any intention of fishing.

The old man who organized the gathering saw his actions and his eyes flickered slightly, but in the end he did nothing.

Although Wang Xuan claimed to be a cultivator from the Han family before attending the meeting.

However, as he openly sold the inheritance of array formation techniques, the old man had already concluded that this was a disguised identity.

No cultivation family would openly sell their martial arts heritage, regardless of whether it's genuine or not.

However, as the organizer of the Zhushan Small Gathering, the old man always had a code of conduct—he never attacked strangers, but rather enjoyed taking advantage of acquaintances.

Over the years, except for wealthy and powerful cultivators he had known for many years and knew each other well, the old man rarely had the urge to kill them or couldn't resist doing so.

He would never attempt to rob someone of unknown origin, no matter how tempting they may seem.

but……

"The Mu family of Ozawayama?"

"Hmm...I almost forgot."

"They have already sold Xiaozeshan, and the buyer is the newly established Han family."

With a slight shift in his gaze, the old man glanced at the short, stout cultivator who had taken the jade slip.

He noticed their underhanded tactics, and in recent years, they had become increasingly dishonest.

The old man simply did not intervene, acting as if nothing had happened.

After all, in his view, the cultivation world is never short of small local clans like the Mu family whose Foundation Establishment lineage has been broken.

And it is precisely at times like these that, in order not to completely become rogue cultivators, they become even more unscrupulous and capable of doing anything.

The elderly man was merely the organizer of the small meeting, not the caretaker of the attendees; there was no need to offend him.

Whether the other party gets what they want or not is none of his business.

……

"Fourth brother, has the news been confirmed?"

Several miles away from Zhushan, in a deep, dense forest.

Seven or eight cultivators at the mid-to-late stage of Qi Refining gathered here, their eyes fixed on a tall, thin cultivator.

"It has been confirmed that cultivators who can come to places like this cannot possibly have any powerful background."

Nodding slightly, the tall, thin cultivator let out a cold laugh.

"What's more, the other party even claims to work under the Second Elder of the Han family... Ha, what a joke."

"Last time, in order to seduce that alchemist disciple from the Nanhua Sect, I specifically befriended a promising alchemist from the Han family."

"Although that kid was cautious enough, I still managed to gain something."

"Who's in the market and the pavilion? Others might not know, but do you think I don't?"

"The only regret is that Seventh Brother failed to sell the jade slip to him..."

"Otherwise, if this person is directly contaminated with a high-grade first-level slow-acting poison, even if they have some hidden trump cards, they will have no chance of escape!"

His voice was firm and resonant, and the tall, thin monk could not hide his smugness as he spoke.

Although the family has fallen into decline and even sold off its ancestral lands, they are now eager to amass wealth and build a foundation to extend the family's fortune for another two hundred years.

However, they were still very picky and cautious when choosing their targets.

The local monks with established connections didn't take any action, fearing they would incur public wrath.

Even the privileged second-generation heirs from powerful families avoid them.

On the contrary, the scattered disciples after the destruction of the three sects and two clans, or the wandering cultivators from other states, are their favorite targets for hunting.

"Okay, Xiao Si, it's good that you've confirmed it."

"The array formation inheritance that this person is selling may be fake, but he may very well possess the genuine article."

"If it is indeed true, perhaps we can pull some strings and get my nephew Renlong a Foundation Establishment Pill in the Muyang Sect..."

Feeling slightly relieved, the white-haired old man at the head stroked his beard and nodded, looking towards the bamboo mountain several miles away.

He is well over 100 years old, but he still insists on contributing to his family.

As long as the Mu family can produce another Foundation Establishment cultivator, everything will be alright...

"Fellow Daoist, who is this 'nephew Renlong' you speak of?"

Suddenly, a voice came from beside him.

"Who?"

Startled, the white-haired old man, with his years of experience in combat, sensed something was wrong.

A pale blue light rose up in front of him. Turning around, he saw a cold-faced young man standing not far away.

At his feet, several familiar figures, including "Xiao Si," fell silently, seemingly without any reaction whatsoever.

Even on their faces, there was still a lingering look of joy.

"It's you, Han Feiyu!"

"You are a hidden Foundation Establishment cultivator!"

The old man instantly recognized the newcomer's identity and his eyes widened in fury.

He never expected that despite being so careful, he would still encounter a low-profile cultivator who was pretending to be weak while actually being strong.

However, regret is useless now; the few who have fallen are the only remaining pillars of the Mu family.

Without them, the family's downfall was inevitable, relying solely on the distant nephew who had joined the Muyang Sect.

At that moment, the old man's will to live and die was rekindled, and his withered blood and energy flowed in reverse.

A surge of magical power far exceeding his peak strength flashed across his body, and dozens of wind blades slashed forward.

Immediately following, a dark, blood-red dagger shot from his mouth, stealthily slashing towards the young man.

"So what if you've reached Foundation Establishment...? Even if I die, you won't have an easy time!"

The sound was like the howl of a vengeful ghost. The small sword flew through the air at lightning speed and pierced through the brow of the cold and stern young man.

At first he was startled, then overjoyed, the old man felt as if he had survived a calamity.

However, the next moment, a faint silver light flashed behind him.

"Hahaha, so you weren't even at the Foundation Establishment stage after all, you—"

--boom!

Without any warning, a flash of silver light streaked across the sky, and the old man's head exploded in mid-air.

Meanwhile, not far in front of him.

The young man struck by the blood sword rippled with waves of light before quickly dissipating into the air.

"...That's all?"

Standing a hundred feet away, watching this swift and decisive scene, Wang Xuan was somewhat speechless.

"So he's the one who invited me to treat him back then, the one who reached the peak of Qi cultivation?"

"I thought you had some hidden trump card that you hadn't used, but it turns out you were just wasting my essence."

Wang Xuan shook his head slightly. If he had known this would happen, he wouldn't have bothered with all this trouble.

He stepped forward and took several storage bags from the ground.

They absorbed the remaining essence and blood from each body and cremated their remains for free.

"Well... this place is not safe to stay any longer, let's leave quickly."

Looking westward, Wang Xuan frowned and then mounted his weapon and took off.

Soon, the place where the fierce battle had just taken place returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

……

Two or three hours later, beside an unnamed stream.

After confirming several times that there were no pursuers, Wang Xuan felt a slight sense of relief.

At that ambush site, after the white-haired old man made his desperate attack, Xiao Qing quickly sensed a Foundation Establishment aura dozens of miles away.

He assumed it was an outside helper for the Mu family, so he left in a hurry.

But now it seems that he was just a passing cultivator.

The other party probably sensed the fighting fluctuations erupting here, but only remained on guard from a distance, showing no intention of coming over to investigate.

"However, this means there's one more fish that slipped through the net."

"The Mu family cultivator at that small gathering..."

After a moment's thought, Wang Xuan didn't dwell on the matter too much.

Firstly, the other party was unaware of his true identity; secondly, he posed little threat.

On the contrary, it's uncertain whether the name "Han Feiyu" will actually be attributed to the Han family.