Immortality Cultivation: Fellow Daoists, please live for two more episodes!

"This will cause trouble."

After a moment, the man in black robes spoke again:

"You should know that if this technique gets out, it could kill a lot of people."

"He won't die."

"How could that be? Don't you know this place? Those servants will definitely fight amongst themselves for their own paths to immortality..."

"This is none of your business."

Zhou Youyuan interrupted him: "I only need you to do two things. The first is to start from the Dingzi herb garden and gradually move towards the Bingzi and Yizi gardens."

Just distribute the copy. Remember, it must be a natural leak, without any deliberate traces. Otherwise, if someone catches you, you'll get into trouble, and you know what the consequences will be.

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Youyuan raised his second finger:

"The second thing is that I want you to spread the word about the rampant use of the Spirit Absorption Technique in the herb garden to the head cook in the kitchen."

The cook's room?

That position directly connects with the branch deacons' logistics scheduling, so messages are delivered faster than through any other channel.

More importantly, according to rumors, the head of the kitchen has always been at odds with that old fox Zhao Donglai.

Everyone says that the great road leads to heaven and everyone goes their own way, but on this single-plank bridge to immortality, which brick wasn't built with the skulls of the people below?

Bricks can break, but they must break in the hands of the road paver. If the bricks break on their own, then the bridge will collapse.

If the bridge is about to collapse, the bridge repairmen will definitely come.

"You want someone from above to come."

The man in black finally understood Zhou Youyuan's meaning: "You want Zhao Donglai dead?"

Zhou Youyuan remained silent.

Does he want Zhao Donglai dead?

Of course he didn't want to. He had no grudge against Zhao Donglai, yet now he was bound to him as his destined partner.

In other words, the better Zhao Donglai does, the better he does; so why would he want Zhao Donglai to die?

But not wanting him to die doesn't mean not pushing him to the brink.

Once the higher-ups came down, the medicinal garden under Zhao Donglai's jurisdiction descended into chaos, with the servants killing each other, while he, the manager, remained completely unaware.

At the Shuiyue branch, failing to perform one's duties is a capital offense.

To survive, one needs leverage, but he was just a lowly steward at the second level of Qi Refining, with no background, no backing, and nothing at all.

But it's different now.

He possesses a primordial Yin-Yang Dao Foundation of unknown origin.

A priceless treasure of unknown origin, and his own worthless life, placed on opposite ends of a scale...

Even a fool knows which one to choose.

Zhao Donglai will definitely present the treasure.

Once Daoji is handed over from his hands, it will be like a red-hot charcoal, something everyone wants to hold, but no one can hold onto, and it can only be passed on upwards.

From Li Xiaoyu to Zhao Donglai, and from Zhao Donglai to those even higher figures whose names he could not yet recall.

It is said that all the world's hustle and bustle is for profit.

The character 可利 can be broken down into two parts: the left side is 禾 (grain) and the right side is 刀 (knife).

Everyone who reached out to receive this Dao Foundation thought they were picking grain, but in reality they were holding a knife.

The knife will fall sooner or later; it's just a matter of whether the person who falls can withstand it.

This was Zhou Youyuan's overall plan. A skilled strategist has no brilliant moves; he simply waits for his opponent to make their own move.

Zhou Youyuan, on the other hand, never played chess with the players; he was merely a spectator watching the games.

But there was clearly no need to explain these things to the man in black robes in front of him.

"What's the price?"

The man in black robes stopped asking questions and his tone changed from evasive to negotiating.

Zhou Youyuan took out a small bag wrapped in three layers of coarse cloth from his pocket and peeled it off one by one.

Suddenly, the tent was lit up.

A crystal the size of a thumb lay quietly in the center of the cloth, its entire body as white as jade, with spiritual energy flowing within, and faint fragments of light drifting within, as if a section of the Milky Way had been sealed inside the stone.

The essence of life.

Also known as superior spirit stone.

The spiritual energy content of a single spirit marrow is equivalent to one hundred low-grade spirit stones. In the ranks of menial servants, this thing can no longer be described as "valuable".

It is the end of money.

The man in the black robe paused for a moment.

He had been in business for twenty years, and the largest single transaction he had ever made was only a few dozen spirit stones.

He had only heard of spiritual essence in rumors.

"Once the transfer is complete, it's yours. Is a month enough?"

"...That's enough."

"The incantation of the Turbid Fire Breath Swallowing Technique must be complete, without altering or omitting a single word. After the deed is done, the spiritual essence will be handed over in person."

The booklet was pushed over, and the person left.

The tent flap fell, leaving only the man in black robes inside. Clutching the book "The Art of Gathering Spirits," he uttered a sentence through clenched teeth after a long silence:

"He's a fucking lunatic."

……

After leaving the market, Zhou Youyuan did not rush back to his dormitory. Instead, he turned into a dead-end alley where no one walked and took out the cloth from his pocket.

Once uncovered, the burr, still covered in tiny, scarlet threads, lay quietly in the center of the cloth.

The moment the burr touched his brow, the "Record of Sending Off the Dead," which had been dormant for three months, suddenly emitted a faint light from the depths of his consciousness.

The blank third page was suddenly flipped open, blood seeped into the paper, and the chain of cause and effect crossed the void, locking an unsuspecting person firmly into fate.

Ninety days and nights as the guide, a drop of blood as the pact, ancient seal script manifests:

[Talent No. 3: Zhao Donglai]

[Talent: Low-grade Fire Spiritual Root]

[Cultivation Level: Qi Refining Level 2 (Bottleneck)]

[Assets: 41 low-grade spirit stones, 1 spirit marrow, incomplete and unrefined innate Yin-Yang Dao Foundation, complete copy of the Spirit Absorption Technique, Heart-Eating Nail, Spirit-Trapping Array Plate, several low-grade pills, several miscellaneous spirit herbs...]

[Remaining lifespan: 13 years]

The screen lights up.

In Zhao Donglai's secret stone chamber, the candlelight was dim, and red silk robes hung half-down.

On the stone bed, Zhao Donglai made a hand seal with one hand and placed the other hand on the back of the maidservant in front of him.

The servant's short shirt was pulled down to his waist, exposing a slender back in the dim light. His shoulder blades formed two shallow arcs, making him look as thin as a butterfly that had strayed into a spider web.

They seize the vital essence and vitality of their partner by using the skin as a guide and sexual intercourse as a medium, taking advantage of the moment when the partner's blood and energy are surging and their spirit is relaxed.

He followed the same path as Chen Changsheng, but at least Chen Changsheng still had some youthful folly, while this old dog only had eyes for meridians and spiritual energy from beginning to end.

Youthful beauty serves as fuel to ignite the long night; withered bones form the ladder to the gates of immortality.

Dark red lines spread from his palm, climbing along the woman's meridians like vines entwining a tree or a spider's cocoon.

The blush between the woman's brows faded quickly, like a candle flame extinguished by a fingertip, gone in an instant.

A withered whiteness spread from the palms upwards, along the arms, past the collarbone, and onto the cheeks.

The vibrant color was drained away inch by inch, and her full face collapsed at a speed that should not belong to the human world.

The face of an eighteen-year-old aged to that of an eighty-year-old in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, Zhao Donglai's aura was also expanding, and spiritual energy was surging in his meridians. The three-layered barrier of Qi Refining that had trapped him for so long was loosening inch by inch.

I stole the lifespan of a beautiful woman for three springs, and spent half a day as an immortal in the Yellow Court.

The woman's last breath ended with a very soft sob.

Zhao Donglai exhaled a breath of stale air, picked up the woman by the ankle, and threw her into the corner.

There were already two bodies piled up in the corner; this is the third.

But it's far from enough to achieve a breakthrough.

There was another knock at the door.

"Sir, the new person has been brought in."

"Come in."

The door opened a crack, and another young woman with a pale face was pushed in.