To comprehend all laws and attain immortality

Wendao Peak, Lingxu Grotto Heaven.

When Gu Fan arrived in a great hurry, he saw Xuanji Zhenren and Zhou Furui sitting opposite each other. Zhou Furui had a gentle expression, without any fear, but instead had a smile on his face.

Fang Linghe stood to the side, looking dejected.

"Junior brother is here."

Zhou Furui greeted Gu Fan with a smile as he saw him appear.

"Senior brother..." Gu Fan hesitated, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

Memories of the past flood my mind, and they seem as vivid as if they were right before my eyes.

Every time Gu Fan came to Wendao Peak, Zhou Furui would sit peacefully outside Chenxing Pavilion, as if he were one with Wendao Peak.

Although Xuanji Zhenren's lifespan is not long, he is still a Golden Core cultivator with a lifespan of five hundred years, while Zhou Furui's lifespan is only two hundred and forty years.

The day of parting finally arrived.

The master and disciple seemed to have been talking for a long time, and Xuanji Zhenren's already aged face looked even more haggard.

Cultivators have long lifespans, and it is not uncommon for younger generations to die before them due to their inferior cultivation. However, Master Xuanji only accepted four disciples in his lifetime, treating them like his own children, which inevitably caused him great sorrow.

Gu Fan gazed at Zhou Furui's face and fell silent for a moment.

But Zhou Furui beckoned him to sit beside him and sighed softly, "Birth, old age, sickness and death are common occurrences. We cultivators are fortunate to have glimpsed the gate to immortality. Junior brother, there is no need to be too sentimental."

As he spoke, a look of reminiscence flashed in Zhou Furui's eyes, and he continued, "In my youth, I was blessed by the heavens and happened to meet my master, who took me under his wing and imparted to me the true meaning of the Dao. Before I even reached the Foundation Establishment stage, my cultivation had already surpassed that of my peers."

"Looking back on those glorious years, I once won the championship in the Three Sects Dharma Assembly and competed with the heroes of the Eastern Continent. Although I had no chance to set foot in the Western Continent, I still fought against cultivators from various sects and never suffered a defeat. Thus, I developed lofty ambitions and wanted to see the scenery beyond the heavens, but I did not expect that a moment of carelessness would lead to the waste of half my life."

At this point, Zhou Furui looked at Gu Fan with a deep gaze, a hint of regret in his voice.

"Having survived two hundred and forty years, it is something that countless cultivators would envy. But if there is any regret, it is that his ambitions were not fulfilled."

"The sky above is clear... so please, junior brother, take a look for me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Furui turned around and exchanged a glance with Xuanji Zhenren, his eyes filled with endless longing.

A moment later, he bowed and kowtowed.

"Disciple Zhou Furui bids farewell to his revered master."

After speaking, Zhou Furui straightened up, slowly closed his eyes, and exhaled a long breath.

That already faint hope vanished like a gentle breeze.

......

After Zhou Furui passed away, his remains were buried on Wendao Peak.

Xuanji Zhenren activated the sealing formation of Lingxu Cave Heaven, trapping himself within the formation, while Fang Linghe guarded the second floor of Chenxing Pavilion.

Three days later, at Wendao Peak.

Gu Fan lay on the outside of Chenxing Pavilion, looking up at the clouds in the sky, motionless, like a stone statue.

That used to be Zhou Furui's location.

According to the sect's regulations, Chenxing Pavilion must be guarded by someone. The person can be designated by the head of Wendao Peak. If there is no suitable candidate, the sect can also select someone to take over.

Since there were only a few people in the Wendao Peak lineage, Gu Fan simply sat down outside the Chenxing Pavilion himself.

He didn't care who would guard Chenxing Pavilion; he just wanted to experience what Zhou Furui felt.

Anyway, since I'm cultivating in Ziyun Palace, I'm comprehending and integrating cultivation techniques, so changing locations won't have a big impact.

As time goes by, people come and go in front of Chenxing Pavilion.

Gu Fan concealed his aura, appearing as an elegant, ordinary young master.

He had already perused all the treasures in the Chenxing Pavilion, and the task of inscribing the cultivation techniques was merely a matter of convenience. If any disciple found him worthy of his attention, he would casually offer a few words of guidance.

Some newly initiated disciples were unaware of his identity and regarded him only as a mysterious senior.

Only the disciples who had witnessed Gu Fan's Core Formation would bow and pay their respects with utmost reverence each time.

Flowers bloom and fade, and two more years have passed on Wendao Peak.

Gu Fan was still sitting outside Chenxing Pavilion, but now a figure in green robes stood beside him. This was where his dream began, and where it came true. It was Song Lian, who had come to pay her respects.

"Master, that's all that happened in the sect today."

Song Lian said respectfully.

After formally becoming Gu Fan's disciple and taking over the Divine Firmament Order, Song Lian's aloof and pure aura remained unchanged, but she gained a touch more composure.

Not only did his cultivation not decline, but he also managed his duties as a true disciple very well.

Gu Fan nodded in satisfaction and instructed, "I'll be leaving for a few days. You stay here and keep watch for me for a while."

Song Lian asked in surprise, "Where is Master going?"

"It's right here in the sect." Gu Fan shook his head and chuckled. "I took on a job earlier, and the client is getting impatient. I need to find some time to deal with it."

After saying this, Gu Fan stood up, took two steps, then turned back and instructed, "If there's anything you don't understand, go and ask your Uncle Fang."

"Take care, Master." Song Lian watched Gu Fan leave.

After Gu Fan's figure disappeared, Song Lian looked back, hesitated for a moment, and then sat down in front of Chenxing Pavilion, just as when Gu Fan was there.

......

Moon Palace.

Lin Qian'er, with her fair and delicate hands, poured a cup of fragrant tea for Gu Fan, her flowing hair exuding a subtle aroma.

There were only two people in the main hall, and the aroma of tea mixed with a subtle fragrance, adding to the enchanting atmosphere.

A moment later, Lin Qian'er put down the jade pot, picked up her teacup, glared at Gu Fan, and said with a light reproach, "If I hadn't sent Ling'er to invite him, Elder Gu would probably have forgotten about me."

"How could that be! To tell you the truth, Junior Sister, I have been studying the art of weapon crafting for the past few years, and I have finally made some progress recently. That's why I dared to come to this appointment. Otherwise, how could an ordinary magic weapon be worthy of Junior Sister?"

Gu Fan smiled lightly, his words devoid of any apology.

However, what he said was not an exaggeration. In the past two years, in addition to re-understanding the cultivation method, he also carefully studied the weapon-refining experience left by Meng Guihong. He not only learned several weapon-refining secrets, but also some hidden techniques that enlightened him and benefited him greatly.

I feel like I've gained some insights and want to give it a try.

Just then, Lin Qian'er sent someone to pay her a visit, saying that the Moonflower Palace had recently acquired some spiritual tea and wanted to invite Gu Fan to taste it, but Gu Fan understood the implication perfectly.

Upon hearing this, Lin Qian'er smiled slightly and waved her sleeve across the table.

Several flashes of light appeared, and several jade boxes were left on the table.

"All the spiritual materials I've prepared are here. Please take a look at how to refine this treasure, Senior Brother."

As she spoke, Lin Qian'er's expression became serious.

She asked Gu Fan to forge an ordinary magic weapon, but rather to nurture it as her natal magic weapon, a matter of great importance concerning her cultivation path.

Gu Fan didn't dare to be careless, so he sat up straight and opened the jade boxes one by one.

In an instant, the hall was filled with a dazzling light.

"Heavenly Agarwood, Mysterious Ice Soul, and Exquisite Jade are all rare materials. Junior Sister's preparations are quite thorough."

As Gu Fan spoke, he opened the last jade box, and his eyebrows shot up in surprise: "It's actually Taiyin Cold Marrow! Where did you find this?"

Unlike the previous three spiritual materials nurtured by heaven and earth, the Taiyin Cold Marrow is artificially forged. It requires drawing upon the Taiyin moonlight with magical power on a full moon night and then refining it using a secret method to obtain even a wisp. The process of drawing and refining is not only cumbersome, but the consumption of magical power directly excludes low-level cultivators.

In terms of value, the Taiyin Cold Marrow is superior and is undoubtedly the main material for magic weapons.

The Taiyin Cold Marrow before me is already the size of a fist, which could not have been collected in just a few years; it has probably been accumulated for nearly a hundred years.

Upon hearing this, Lin Qian'er raised her hand and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, saying softly, "After I discovered my spiritual root, the Ancestor began collecting Taiyin Cold Marrow."

Gu Fan immediately understood.

Lin Wan had long regarded Lin Qian'er as the pillar of the family, and spared no effort to collect Taiyin Cold Marrow, so it was not surprising.

"Tsk." Gu Fan gasped and nodded, "Such fine spiritual materials would be a waste if they couldn't be forged into a top-grade magic weapon."

"Junior sister, please allow me a few days to consider this."

Lin Qian'er smiled sweetly, "Senior brother, please feel free to do as you please."