Cultivating Immortality Through a Hundred Lifetimes: I Possess the Heavenly Book of Merit

Baixian Village is not far from the town. Yu An led the way based on his childhood memories, and soon they arrived at the entrance of the village.

Beside the withered tree, the village name was indistinctly engraved on a stone tablet. Several crows stood on the tablet, not cawing, but staring at the two "uninvited guests" with their dark red eyes.

White Fairy Village.

When the village was struck by insects, all the crops were destroyed, and there was no harvest for the whole year. Not only did we have no food, but we also lacked the strength to go up the mountain to chop firewood.

After Yu Yan and Tian Erwa left, no one knows how the villagers got through that winter.

How many people survived that disaster?

As I walked into the village, the fields that I remembered as barren were now laden with wheat stalks bent low, and the wheat waves surged through them when the evening breeze blew.

Judging from this situation, this year's harvest should be good.

He remembers when he was a child, before the insect plague came, the adults would be harvesting wheat in the fields, and he, Tian Erwa, and other children in the village would often play and frolic among them.

When they got tired of playing, they would lie down in the pile of cut wheat straw.

It's soft and comfortable.

In winter, they would ride on bundles of straw to skate on the river.

Then the adults found out and took them back, where they were scolded and beaten.

Three years doesn't seem like long, but it feels like so much has changed.

"Junior Brother Yu?"

Li Lingying asked softly, which finally brought Yu Yan back to his senses.

He shook his head, said nothing more, and simply took out two concealment talismans, one for each of them, activated them, and walked into the village.

It was already late at night.

Every household had their doors and windows tightly shut, perhaps already lost in their dreams.

Yu Yan did not see Luo Cheng and the others who were supposed to be on patrol, but he could hear breathing sounds coming from inside the room.

"Cough cough cough..."

"Well……"

A coughing sound came from inside the room, followed by difficulty breathing, as if he couldn't catch his breath.

Yu Yan originally wanted Li Lingying to wait outside the door while he went in to see what was going on, but just as he was about to act, he was stopped by a voice calling out "Senior Brother Yu".

He lowered his head to confirm that the concealment talisman had not failed, and a sense of vigilance rose in his heart as he looked at the person who had come.

Two people with dark red pupils emerged from the darkness, smiling and bowing respectfully.

These were the two men who had accompanied Luo Cheng during the day.

Compared to the daytime, they now appear to be in a very excited state of mind.

His eyes became even redder.

The concealment spell seemed to suddenly lose its effect under those two pairs of eyes.

"Please forgive us, Senior Brother Yu. Our visibility is poor at night, so we can only use this kind of magic to explore our surroundings in order to prevent monsters from attacking us."

The two men approached and intentionally or unintentionally blocked the courtyard in front of them. Seeing that Yu Yan did not intend to force his way in, they breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"Senior brothers and sisters, don't worry. With us keeping watch tonight, these villagers will be safe. Don't disturb their rest so late at night. As for the specific details of exorcising the demon, let's discuss them in detail after our Senior Brother Zheng has recovered from his injuries."

"During this time, you two should also rest and recuperate to prepare for that day."

Yu Yan frowned slightly, but still nodded in agreement, pulled Li Lingying back who wanted to force her way in, and led her away from there.

"I say, is your talisman any good? It's supposed to be a mid-grade first-level talisman, but how come it was so easily seen through by two Qi Refining Level 2 cultivators?"

On the way back, Li Lingying had some complaints about Yu Yan and kept looking at the concealment talisman in her hand.

"Besides, so what if we've been discovered? They're both at the second level of Qi Refining. Although we can tell they have some skills, the difference in their cultivation levels isn't so easy to bridge. If the two of us join forces and force our way in, they won't be able to stop us."

This spoiled brat's temper is flaring up again. Anyway, she's confident in herself, and if she's not convinced, she'll just fight.

But Yu Yan thought about it more deeply.

"Although it's only a substandard grade, it won't be recognized by two cultivators at the second level of Qi Refining."

Yu Yan stroked the talisman in his hand and slowly said:

"This also shows that they are not as simple as they seem. Are they afraid of disturbing the villagers, or are they afraid of being seen?"

"Since I arrived here, something feels off. Even if I'm confident in my abilities, it's best to proceed with caution."

As he spoke, he looked at Li Lingying.

"Senior sister, although you are the senior sister, Aunt Qingyao should have told you that you will follow my orders during this mission, right?"

Li Lingying's walking movements froze.

"Of course I know. They haven't done anything yet, and they're already trying to use their master to pressure me?"

Yu Yan smiled.

"Senior sister misunderstands. It just seems that this mission is not as easy as Master said. It would be best if we were honest with each other and didn't hide too much from each other."

He put away the concealment talisman, thinking to himself that he would further improve his comprehension and try it out again after he had drawn a finished concealment talisman.

Luo Cheng seems to be deliberately stalling the two of them. What is his purpose?

…………

On Baijing Mountain.

Smoke curls from the rice paddies.

A jade tripod was continuously emitting heat.

Luo Cheng stood respectfully below, occasionally glancing up to see a figure lying on the mouth of the cauldron, its head almost disappearing inside.

The rich aroma filled his nostrils, making Luo Cheng swallow hard.

"Senior Zheng, my skill in cooking spirit rice is... alright, isn't it?"

"Hmm...not bad...I knew I hadn't misjudged you."

Senior Zheng climbed out of the jade cauldron, a few grains of red spirit rice clinging to his beard.

He raised his hand, rubbed the kernels together, and popped them into his mouth one by one, letting out a satisfied burp.

"You do live up to your Daoist name, 'Tian Yuan,' meaning rural life. Hmm, your skill in cooking spirit rice is quite good, but more importantly, your ability to grow spirit rice is even better."

"I only gave you a method, but you applied it to the spirit fields, which shows you have potential."

Senior Zheng waved his hand and tossed a blood-red pill to Luo Cheng.

"Take this, it's your reward. After you eat it, you'll be able to break through to the fourth level of Qi Refining."

Upon hearing this, Luo Cheng's face lit up with joy.

"Thank you, senior."

"Um."

Senior Zheng stroked his beard.

"What kind of spiritual roots do those two disciples of the Falling Clouds Sect you mentioned have?"

Luo Cheng carefully placed the pill into the corner of his storage bag and immediately replied:

"One is named Yu Yan, who has five spiritual roots; the other is named Li Lingying, whose spiritual roots are extremely rare, only three!"

"Oh?"

Senior Zheng's eyes lit up, but he quickly calmed down and continued to ask:

"Can someone with five spiritual roots become a direct disciple? How strong are they?"

"Well... I haven't seen them for two years, so I don't know their exact strength. But my old friend is always cautious and meticulous, so perhaps he has already noticed something unusual about this place..."

Senior Zheng frowned, but quickly relaxed.

"It's alright. They are guests, so just treat them well. That White Immortal is quite powerful. With their help, exorcising demons will be much easier."

Luo Cheng looked worried.

"But what about those villagers..."

"Let them see for themselves; I have my own methods. Only by dispelling their doubts can we better help them exorcise the demon."

Luo Cheng opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything.

One could only verbally agree and respectfully withdraw.

Senior Zheng savored the aroma of the spirit rice, and couldn't help but stick out his tongue to lick his lips, his eyes filled with an unyielding greed.

But the crimson hue lingered in those eyes...