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

Zhao Donglai was shaken out by Jiang Yuheng's spiritual pressure, and he stumbled and fell all the way, unable to catch his breath.

But what suffocated him even more was the jade pendant that had returned to his body.

The treasure couldn't be given away, and the matter couldn't be resolved.

It's not just that they can't send them out; judging from Jiang Yuheng's reaction just now, perhaps his guess was correct.

This thing isn't a treasure at all; it's just a trap.

The person behind the scenes wanted to use him to hand this over to Jiang Yuheng.

Most likely, the person behind the scenes didn't expect Jiang Yuheng to be so wary, not even touching the treasure that was offered to him.

It's just a pity for this fathead fish that was eyeing the opportunity; it waited its neck to be hooked, and now it's even stuck with this thing it doesn't know what it is...

But Zhao Donglai was not one to sit idly by and wait for his doom.

After catching his breath, he straightened up, gripped the Dao Foundation Jade Pendant in his arms, and began to walk back.

In any case, the most urgent task is to find someone to clean up the mess in the garden and, incidentally, get rid of this thing.

If he remembers correctly, Young Master Jiang initially greeted him with a smile.

Although it's unclear why his expression changed afterward, the Shuiyue Branch Academy wasn't just home to Jiang Yuheng.

The outer sect's medicine hall has three main stewards. He wasn't as familiar with the other two, but there was always a chance one would be willing to take him on, as long as the price was right…

His steps suddenly stopped.

Just like when the person behind Jiang Yuheng appeared, the wind was blowing, but the person seemed frozen in place.

Zhao Donglai, being in the thick of it, might not have sensed it, but Zhou Youyuan, seeing it clearly through the screen, could.

She was a girl, a very beautiful girl.

Descending from the clouds, a corner of pure white fell, its shimmering eyes calm and undisturbed, devoid of compassion, revealing only frost and snow.

The young woman moved with light, graceful steps, passing by the still Zhao Donglai without even glancing at him, and simply walked past him.

Her sleeves swayed gently, and the fallen petals fell silently.

In the instant they brushed past each other, a thin mark appeared on Zhao Donglai's stiff neck.

She stopped at the entrance of the cave in the mountainside where Jiang Yuheng had sought pleasure, her voice carrying a hint of mockery:

"The Dao of [Jiang Lou] needs the assistance of the Spring Equinox Dao Foundation. Although this innate Yin-Yang Dao Foundation is only half of the Yang one, it can still save you a hundred years of hard work."

"Aren't you tempted by this bait?"

After a long silence inside the cave, a response finally came:

"Only half a piece; it's still defective. Did you come here just to mock me?"

Upon hearing this, the girl's lips curled into an ambiguous smile, and without saying another word, she vanished in a flash, transforming into a wisp of breeze.

Only a sound remained in the gentle breeze:

"Old man, stop putting on airs. We've been pretending to be friendly for so long. Anyway, my [Quail Head] and your [Jiang Lou] are bound to clash sooner or later. Let's start now."

"I'd like to see if you care about the karma and foundation of your cultivation after this kid dies."

Hahaha, hahahahaha.

In an instant, the immense power that had imprisoned heaven and earth vanished.

The wind could blow again, and Zhao Donglai's eyes could finally move again.

He instinctively continued walking forward, but his foot was only halfway lifted...

He didn't feel any pain.

He only saw his vision spin around once, the ground and sky turned upside down, and he saw that his body was still standing in the same place, with a clean cut above his neck.

In the last second, the headless body slowly fell forward, and Jiang Yuheng's angry roar could be faintly heard.

The last image in my mind was of my daughter's face.

That girl looks like her mother, and she has the same temper; she's as stubborn as a donkey.

"Yunniang...hehe..."

Small deposits were made and then withdrawn; miscellaneous tasks were done in shared rooms.

Zhou Youyuan could see the last scene on the screen: Zhao Donglai's headless body was still bleeding, and he was no longer moving.

The stone door facing the corpse was slowly opening, and Jiang Yuheng strolled out.

He took the jade box from the corpse.

Zhou Youyuan sighed softly.

Zhao Donglai died without ever understanding why he had died.

Just like an ant doesn't need to understand why a boot is falling.

Fortunately, the plan did indeed encounter some unexpected changes.

Although I don't understand what they mean by "Quail Head" and "Jiang Lou".

But Zhou Youyuan was certain of one thing: that he had made the right decision by mistake in sending the Dao Foundation to Jiang Yuheng.

According to the beautiful and ethereal girl, this mysterious person actually coveted the Dao Foundation.

Although he offered himself up, the other party refused due to fear of karmic repercussions, but the girl's act of putting him in danger undoubtedly did him a great favor.

According to the girl, the cause and effect had reached the mysterious man's doorstep, and Zhao Donglai had died again. The mysterious man had no choice but to accept this mess, whether he wanted to or not.

Based on the last scene he witnessed, it seems that the mysterious man ultimately couldn't resist the temptation of the Dao Foundation and came out.

Next, he just needs to investigate further to ensure that the fire doesn't spread to him...

Who knows, by some twist of fate, he actually achieved his goal?

Just as Zhou Youyuan was happily preparing to exit his sea of ​​consciousness and go to sleep...

The page of "The Book of Funerals" has been turned.

[Settling your talent experience...]

Within the cauldron, good and evil are indistinguishable; beneath the fire, only survival matters.

Zhao Donglai, the son of starving people in the far west, sold himself into servitude at Wanku Mountain in his youth, starting as a night dung collector, his life as lowly as dust.

[In the first year of cultivation, one offers blood to feed the sacred fields; in the second year, one cultivates medicinal herbs; and in the fifth year, one begins to kill for those seeking to clear obstacles for their superiors.]

Each step is a step, a path laid out by others; one should simply follow the natural flow.

Each step up brings more security, but with more security comes less room for retreat. By the time one looks back, they'll be deep within the cauldron, their fate unknown.

[From operating for others to operating for himself, from a dung-carrying ghost to a master of harvesting essence and blood.]

[Those who treat themselves this way will treat their subordinates the same way. For sixty-four years, they have been tempered in the furnace, unable to distinguish between wood and man, only knowing how to fall.]

[During this time, he personally killed 113 people. Initially, he vomited, but stopped. Initially, he had dreams, but stopped.]

[With each additional life taken, I dared not set foot even half a step into the Dingzi herb garden.]

[The woman in the Dingzi Medicine Garden is hidden away; he dares not acknowledge her, dares not approach her, and keeps her a secret. This is the only item among the cauldrons that has remained unhanded for sixty-four years.]

The woman's name was Nianqing, which was not the one he chose.

[This was a two-word message sent by my deceased mother, Aqing, before her death, instructing her to go up the mountain.]

For the next twenty-one years, every time he called out, it was the last breath of those he had betrayed left in this world.

[His daughter, unaware of his meaning, said only during their last meeting: "Do not call me 'Nianqing' again."]

The last thing that the cauldron's fire failed to take away after sixty-four years was taken back by her own daughter with a single word.

[Zhao Donglai did not defend himself, but instead sealed all his escape routes of the past ten years under the door crack and left empty-handed.]

After that, no one called her Nianqing again.

Then the settlement came out right away.

[You have obtained: Low-grade Fire Spirit Root (overlapping with the host's own, slightly enhancing their foundation).]

[You have gained: Level 3 Qi Refining cultivation.]

[You have obtained: 41 low-grade spirit stones, 1 spirit marrow, 7 Heart-Eating Nails, 1 Spirit-Trapping Array Plate, several low-grade pills, and several miscellaneous spirit herbs...]

You have obtained: The Complete Book of "The Art of Gathering Spirits".

……

[You have obtained: a fragmented innate Yin-Yang Dao foundation (tainted by the karma of Jade Immortal)!]