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

For the next three years, Lin Qiusheng devoted himself to martial arts training. He mastered the basics of the "Sparkling Sword Manual" in six months and made minor progress in a year. He had few rivals among his fellow disciples.

In the middle of it, I found a dusty book called "The Soul Nourishing Technique" in a corner of the library. It was an internal skill for calming the mind and nourishing the body. After practicing it, my attacks became more than twice as steady as before.

In three years, he went from being a good-for-nothing who couldn't even get past the threshold to becoming the number one outer disciple of Qingxuan Sect. The sect leader personally examined him and immediately accepted him into the inner sect.

On his first day in the inner sect, he went into the library, intending only to browse around casually.

However, as he flipped through the pages, he found a thin booklet without a cover in the corner of the bottom shelf. It was covered with a thick layer of dust, as if it had been sitting untouched for many years.

"This is……"

Lin Qiusheng pulled out the booklet, blew off the dust, unfolded it, and glanced at it casually.

"……Um!?"

Upon seeing this, Lin Qiusheng's eyes widened instantly, followed by a look of disbelief and ecstatic joy on his face: "Heavens have opened their eyes again!"

"The Record of Qi Transformation" is written by an anonymous author. It involves infusing internal energy into objects, which can cause swords to fly out of one's hand and injure the enemy. It is very easy to learn and does not require a particular aptitude. It is actually a direct descendant of the "Starfire Sword Manual" and "Soul Nourishing Technique" in his possession.

All three methods come together.

Besides the cultivation technique itself, the last page of the booklet also included a list of materials for tempering weapons, which captivated Lin Qiusheng and reignited his ambition.

"Lin Qiusheng, you truly are a person with great fortune!"

"Once I've mastered these three skills, who in the world can stop me!"

Overjoyed, Lin Qiusheng became increasingly obsessed. The jade pendant was so alluring that he had no other thoughts than "standing out from the crowd".

In the blink of an eye, another fifteen years have passed.

Over the course of fifteen years, the martial arts world has undergone tremendous changes. Qingxuan Sect has risen from a second-rate sect located in the remote Qingya Mountain to become a leading righteous sect. It was Lin Qiusheng who propelled Qingxuan Sect to this position.

At the age of twenty, he left his master's mountain and defeated seven famous masters in a row with his Starfire Sword Technique. At the age of twenty-five, he single-handedly stormed the headquarters of the Demonic Sect, killed the Left Envoy of the Demonic Sect, and forced the Demonic Sect to retreat three hundred miles. At the age of thirty, he took over the position of sect leader and was elected as the leader of the martial arts alliance at the same martial arts conference.

There were even rumors circulating in the martial arts world that while everyone else practiced martial arts, Lin Qiusheng seemed to be a cultivator of immortality.

His third brother, Chen Changsheng, remained the same ordinary man doing odd jobs in Baishi City, wearing a coarse cloth shirt and a blacksmith's short knife, his attire unchanged for twenty-five years.

When Lin Qiusheng was forty years old, one night he suddenly sat up in bed, stared into the darkness for a long time, then got up, lit a lamp, spread three martial arts manuals on the table, and took off his jade pendant and placed it next to him.

He had been navigating the world of martial arts for over twenty years, witnessing more schemes than he had ever practiced swordsmanship. Those who orchestrated these schemes all shared one thing in common.

He will definitely strike when you are at your most successful, and all your good fortune before that is just bait he feeds you.

He started reading from the first book, "The Starfire Sword Manual".

In the hollow of a withered tree on the back mountain, a dusty booklet was glanced at by some strange impulse.

At seventeen years old, and having only been a beginner for three months, how could he possibly find a sword manual perfectly suited to him in a hollow tree in the back mountain?

I stumbled upon "The Soul Nourishing Manual" in a dusty corner of the library.

It shares the same lineage as "The Starfire Sword Manual" and is perfectly suited to him.

The "Record of Qi Transformation" was on the lowest floor of the inner sect's library, covered in dust—a coincidence, perhaps.

The three cultivation techniques of unknown origin were all covered in dust, all by chance, and all perfectly suited to him.

Then he thought of Chen Changsheng. In twenty-five years, he hadn't aged a single day, and the sect leader had recommended him for entry into the inner sect.

When did the sect leader start greeting a part-time worker who doesn't know martial arts?

"Damn it."

Lin Qiusheng sat under the lamp, hung the jade pendant back on his chest, and made no sound.

Half a year later, on an autumn night, in the bamboo forest behind Qingxuan Sect, Lin Qiusheng set up a table of wine and sent someone to Baishi City to invite Chen Changsheng to come and reminisce.

Zhou Youyuan arrived, dressed in a coarse cloth shirt and carrying a blacksmith's dagger. He sat down, picked up a wine jug, poured himself a cup, and gulped it down.

"Brother, let's drink."

Lin Qiusheng filled his glass and clinked glasses with him: "Brother, you haven't aged a single day in twenty-five years, you know that yourself, right?"

Zhou Youyuan paused for a moment, holding his wine glass, then took a swig, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and asked, "What are you trying to say?"

"I found all three of my martial arts manuals in dusty booklets. Their origins are unknown, but they just happen to be suitable for me. Brother, there's no such coincidence in the world, is there?"

Zhou Youyuan glanced at him: "What are you trying to say?"

"I wonder if all the good luck I've had over the years was a gift from God."

Lin Qiusheng took out a jade pendant from his pocket and placed it on the table: "You gave it to me."

Zhou Youyuan looked down at the jade pendant on the table, picked up the wine pot and poured himself another cup: "You're more sober than I expected."

Lin Qiusheng slammed his palm on the table, causing the table leg to snap and break. At the same time, twelve hidden stakes around the bamboo forest were activated, steel cables blocked the road, poisonous smoke filled the forest, and hidden weapons came from all directions toward the stone table.

Zhou Youyuan sat there, picked up his wine glass, and took another sip. The steel cable looped around his shoulder and bounced away. The poisonous smoke dissipated on its own three inches in front of him, and the hidden weapon spun in mid-air before falling back to the ground.

"You spent half a year setting up the formation, using the method of controlling objects with qi from the 'Record of Qi Transformation'."

Zhou Youyuan flicked a hidden weapon that was still suspended in mid-air and had not yet fallen. The hidden weapon spun twice and then stuck into the bamboo pole next to him with a clang: "But I wrote 'The Record of Qi Transformation'."

Lin Qiusheng's face turned pale instantly.

"I wrote the 'Sparkling Sword Manual' and the 'Soul Nourishing Technique'. Every breath you've taken and every sword strike you've unleashed in these twenty-five years of practice is entirely my work."

Zhou Youyuan stood up and dusted off the bamboo leaf ash from his sleeves: "You're using the martial arts I taught you to trap me? Who's holding the knife hilt?"

Lin Qiusheng placed his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

Zhou Youyuan looked at his hand and shook her head:

"Don't bother, Qiusheng. You've practiced the Soul Nourishing Technique for twenty-five years, and your soul is already fully nourished. Even if you draw your sword now, your body won't obey you."

"I originally planned to wait until you were old before taking action, so you wouldn't notice anything and would forget everything after a good night's sleep."

"But you insist on asking."

He took a bronze mirror from his waist and placed it on the table; the mirror surface lit up.

Lin Qiusheng's consciousness began to blur, and his memories were peeling away layer by layer.

First, there were the details of today's formation, then the investigation from six months ago, and then even earlier events: the martial arts tournament, the Demonic Cult's headquarters, and the departure of the master from the mountain.

My 25 years of experience felt like books being pulled away one by one from a bookshelf.

In the end, he forgot who the person in front of him was.

The bronze mirror reflected a blank face, with empty eyes, as if the person had just woken up.

…………

Luoxia Peak, performing treasure platform.

Zhou Youyuan opened his eyes, and a bronze mirror appeared in his hand.

It became.

Twenty-five years passed in the ancient mirror, while only a short time had passed outside.

Lin Qiusheng in the bronze mirror is still alive, his soul intact, and his 25 years of martial arts skills are still there, only his memories are gone.

He didn't know who he was, where he was, or why he was in a bronze mirror.

But he would listen to Zhou Youyuan. His soul, which had been nurtured by the "Soul Nourishing Technique" for twenty-five years, was as smooth and gentle as mud. He would obey orders when given them and stay quietly when not.

One hour, three thousand points, in exchange for a controllable avatar.

Zhou Youyuan put the bronze mirror into his storage bag and walked out of the performance stage.

It was still early outside.

Now that he has the pieces, all he needs to do is find another secret method to make the first move. It remains to be seen how Yu Miaoxian will respond.