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

The medium was completely exhausted, leaving not a trace.

The mirror trembled violently before returning to calm. When people looked in the mirror again, what was reflected was no longer a blank face, but a complete human figure of a young man.

Wearing a gray Taoist robe and a sword at his waist, his face was clearly visible, just like the boy who chased after his third brother at the gate of White Stone City back then.

His eyes were empty, like a soldier waiting for orders.

"It's done."

Zhou Youyuan tapped on the mirror: "Come out."

hum.

As the bronze mirror shone, the young man's figure floated out from within it.

He landed on the ground next to the stone platform, standing barefoot, his body enveloped in a faint white light, and at first glance, he looked no different from a living person.

"Draw your sword."

A sword aura materialized out of thin air from the young man's right hand.

The sword intent of the Starfire Sword Technique, imbued with twenty-five years of skill, struck the edge of the stone platform. Stone chips flew everywhere, leaving a sword mark half an inch deep. The entire stone platform trembled, and rubble from the top of the cave fell down in a flurry.

Zhou Youyuan squatted down and looked at the sword mark.

Half an inch deep, with clean edges, it wasn't brute force that cleaved it, but rather it was cut by sword energy. If this sword were to fall on an ordinary cultivator who had never touched the Yellow Court, even their spiritual energy protection might not be able to stop it.

His combat strength is so-so, but with some equipment, it should be enough. After all, he's just a puppet, so we can't expect too much from him.

"go back."

The young man in human form instantly transformed into a stream of light and returned to the bronze mirror, restoring its calm surface.

Zhou Youyuan placed the bronze mirror on his lap and began to circulate his magic. A drop of blood slowly seeped from the mirror's surface.

The blood droplet did not disperse from the mirror surface; instead, it followed the patterns of the inscription, circled the frame, and disappeared into Zhou Youyuan's palm.

Deep within the sea of ​​consciousness, the "Record of Sending Off the Dead" emitted a faint glow, and the previously black and wordless next page slowly turned, gradually revealing lines of ancient seal script:

[Fated Person No. 5: Lin Qiusheng (Zhou Youyuan)]

[Talent: Low-grade Water Spiritual Root]

[Cultivation Level: Qi Refining Level 3]

Assets: None

[Remaining lifespan: None]

The screen below lit up, displaying the scene inside the bronze mirror in real time.

The young humanoid figure, dressed in a gray Taoist robe and carrying a sword, stood in a hazy gray space, his empty gaze fixed straight ahead.

Three months, a controllable avatar, and a new destined person.

Zhou Youyuan put the bronze mirror into his storage bag, stood up, and pushed open the stone door.

Having not been outside for three months, he squinted in the bright sunlight. He stretched his stiff neck and headed towards the mountain path of Luoxia Peak.

Next, we should go to He Qing to inquire and see if there's any way to get him the status of an outer disciple for his new body.

......

Three months later, outside the gate, in the backyard of the mission hall.

Seven or eight gray-robed disciples squatted under the eaves. Some picked up stones and flicked them against the wall, while others hugged their knees and dozed off. They were all listless.

"It's the end of the month, and I'm still 40 points short of 100."

The horse-faced disciple flicked a pebble towards the base of the wall:

"Last time I took on a demon-catching job, I spent two days traveling through the mountains, but I didn't see any demons. Instead, a mountain leech sucked half of my leg's blood, and I was only paid fifteen yuan in settlement."

The sharp-mouthed disciple beside him chuckled:

"You're still running errands? Do you even know about Jucai Pavilion? Borrow one hundred, pay back one hundred and one hundred, and pay back one hundred and twenty next month. It's still better than getting your bronze badge confiscated and being kicked out."

The horse-faced disciple's face fell: "Isn't that like drinking poison to quench thirst?"

"Choose between dying of thirst and dying of poison."

The sharp-mouthed disciple gestured towards the other end of the courtyard:

"See that? Jucai Pavilion belongs to him. He's only been here for three months, but he has more points than all of us in this row combined. Most importantly, he has someone protecting him from the inner sect."

The gray-robed youth leaned against the wall, a long sword at his side. He had a clean-cut face, looked to be in his early twenties, and had a faint smile on his lips.

The horse-faced disciple hesitated for a moment, then stood up to walk in that direction. The tall, thin disciple beside him grabbed his sleeve and whispered:

"Don't go. Last month, Zhao Si tried to take his share of the money. The next day, an unsigned flying sword was stuck in front of Zhao Si's cave. There was a talisman on the sword, a restriction talisman from Luoxia Peak."

The horse-faced disciple withdrew his foot and remained silent.

At the other end of the courtyard, Lin Qiusheng's face was exactly the same as when he walked out of the bronze mirror three months ago.

He was much cleaner, with neat features and a slightly upturned mouth, exuding a more pampered and composed air compared to the dusty and disheveled disciples of the outer sect.

The only pity is that his smile is quite stiff, with the curve remaining unchanged, clearly just a dead skin hanging on his face.

That smile was something Zhou Youyuan had projected onto him through the light screen of the funeral record while he was deep in his consciousness; it hadn't changed for three months.

…………

Thirty miles north of Luoxia Peak, on the back of an unnamed cliff.

The cliff face was covered with moss, and below it was a dead thicket of bushes, at the end of which was a narrow crevice.

Inside the narrow crevice was a naturally formed stone chamber, barely large enough for one person to sit cross-legged. At each of the four corners of the chamber stood a palm-sized iron flag, the inscriptions on the flags faintly shimmering with light.

This is a set of "Concealing Breath and Obscuring the Eyes" that Zhou Youyuan bought from He Qing for 3,000 points.

With four iron flags planted at the four corners and spiritual energy activated, the energy within a radius of three zhang (approximately 10 meters) was completely gathered.

From the outside, this narrow crevice looks like a dead rock. You can't see anything even if you put your eyes right up to it, let alone use your divine sense to probe it.

The formation was of low grade, and it was as fragile as paper in front of cultivators who had passed through the Heavenly Palace. However, Zhou Youyuan was not worried about others breaking the formation violently; he only needed to prevent others from finding him.

This formation does a very good job in this respect. Even though the patrolling disciples of Luoxia Peak are only thirty miles away, no one has discovered that there is a living person hiding here for three months.

Let's summarize the situation.

Since Chen Wendao's remnant soul has already escaped, there is no doubt that his name, appearance, cultivation level, and methods have been delivered to Yu Miaoxian.

In this situation, how can one survive?

Zhou Youyuan's gaze fell on the dark bronze mirror in the corner of the stone chamber:

Incarnation—that was his plan, and it was the only card that Yu Miaoxian couldn't draw beforehand.

According to his calculations, Yu Miaoxian did not personally take action for some unknown reason. It might be because she was wary of the Foundation Establishment cultivator behind him, or it might be because she was held back by other things.

Regardless of the possibility, it is highly likely that the other side will still send a disciple at the Qi Refining level, possibly Chen Wendao, or another Qi Refining Perfection expert.

In any case, it's unlikely that the other party has access to any methods of cause-and-effect deduction.

Then he might be able to hide his true form.

But hiding won't work either. Here, you can see through everything. You have to leave traces of everything you do. As long as the other party has money, you can't hide it.

So you have to give the other side a target, and that's the significance of Lin Qiusheng.

He wanted everyone to know that Lin Qiusheng and Sun Yunqi had an extraordinary relationship, and then he would hide himself in a place where no one could find him.

In other words, if you were Yu Miaoxian's disciple, what would you do?

If the other party isn't stupid, they will definitely target Lin Qiusheng first, instead of searching the entire Shuiyue branch for a hidden Qi Refining Level 8 cultivator.

Lin Qiusheng was made the first name the other party inquired about.

Once they find out, the other party will investigate.

Then, Zhou Youyuan added more material to Lin Qiusheng's story.

The more they investigate, the more they realize that this person has a Foundation Establishment expert from the Water Moon Sect behind them, making the other party afraid to make any rash moves or take any action.

He lives one more day as long as the other party hesitates...

Fishing in troubled waters, fishing in troubled waters

Only when the water is murky can he have a chance to catch fish.

and so……

He needs a business deal.