Immortality begins with exchanging talent attributes.

Even though he hadn't done anything, for some reason, Zhou Yan inexplicably felt like he'd been caught by his parents having an early romance.

However, his more than ten years of experience as a corporate slave in his previous life had long since worn down his skin to the thickness of a city wall.

After realizing what was happening, he coughed lightly and clasped his hands in a fist salute, saying:

"Ahem... Senior Mo, I've come today on the orders of Commander Lu Qingshuang to ask you about the blood poison."

Mo Yunfeng, with a stern face, walked to the wooden chair in the courtyard and sat down.

The girl beside him quickly handed him a cup of tea, and said softly with her head down:

"Grandpa, have some tea."

The old man glared at the girl and said slowly:

"Why didn't that girl from the Lu family come herself? Why did she send you?" Suddenly, as if realizing something, he looked up at Zhou Yan.

"You didn't join the Black-Clad Guards, did you?"

Knowing that the old man was at odds with the Black-Clad Guards, how could Zhou Yan possibly agree to join?

"Of course not."

There isn't one yet, but things might change in a few days, Zhou Yan thought to himself.

Upon hearing this, the old man lowered his head again, took another sip of tea, and said:

"What's wrong with the blood poison? Didn't we already give them the antidote?"

Zhou Yan considered his words carefully and said:

"Commander Lu wants to ask whether the blood poison has been completely neutralized, and whether there will be any hidden dangers for those who have taken the antidote."

"fart!"

Mo Yunfeng was furious.

He slammed the teacup down on the table, causing the tea to splash out.

"How could such a basic error occur in the pills I've refined? Go back and tell the Lu family girl that if she doesn't want to use them, she should return the pills to me!"

  

Seeing her grandfather get angry, the girl quickly tried to calm him down.

"Grandpa, don't get so angry, it's bad for your health."

Mo Yunfeng took a couple of breaths, seemingly realizing that he had overreacted.

He looked up and saw Zhou Yan still standing there, and said irritably:

"What are you still standing for? Sit down."

"He's a senior."

Zhou Yan responded and sat down on another wooden chair.

"The Wusheng Sect made a lot of noise but did little this time; didn't the Black-Clad Guards sense anything amiss?"

Mo Yunfeng was silent for a moment, then suddenly spoke.

Upon hearing his question, Zhou Yan immediately perked up.

"Senior, did you feel it too? I actually felt it as well, but the Black-Clad Guards didn't seem very surprised?"

"Oh."

The old man chuckled.

"The Black-Clad Guards have been fighting the Wusheng Sect for decades, and they know them better than their own wives on their wedding night, so of course they're not surprised."

The girl standing nearby blushed upon hearing this.

"Grandpa, what are you saying?"

Forgetting that his granddaughter was also present, Mo Yunfeng's old face flushed slightly. Pretending not to have heard the girl's words, he said seriously to Zhou Yan:

"Last time I went up the mountain to check the alchemy stronghold of the Wusheng Sect, I found that the Longevity Pill they were making this time was very different from the records in the classics."

"and……"

He paused slightly in his voice.

"That technique feels somewhat familiar to me."

Mo Qingyan, who was standing to the side, seemed to have thought of something and exclaimed in surprise.

"Could it be Uncle-Master Wan?"

Mo Yunfeng nodded solemnly.

Zhou Yan was completely confused.

"Uncle-Master Wan?"

The old man seemed lost in memories, muttering to himself.

"Wan Ning, according to seniority, should be my junior disciple. His talent in alchemy is unparalleled in the world. If he follows the right path, he may very well become a once-in-a-century alchemy master in Medicine King Valley."

Unfortunately, he became obsessed with heretical alchemical texts. Fifty years ago, he stole the remaining scrolls from the valley and defected from Medicine King Valley. Since then, he has been never heard from again.

Now it seems that he has most likely joined the Wusheng Cult…”

My nephew from fifty years ago!

Zhou Yan was startled.

He wasn't shocked by Wanning, but by the old man Mo Yunfeng.

My nephew from fifty years ago defected from Medicine King Valley, even though Wan Ning is now eighty years old.

How old is this old man in front of you?

Coming to his senses, Mo Yunfeng saw Zhou Yan staring at him with wide eyes and subconsciously touched his face, saying:

"What are you looking at?"

Zhou Yan's Adam's apple bobbed, and he stammered as he asked:

"Um... senior, how old are you this year?"

"Uh, haha..." Mo Yunfeng was taken aback by the question.

"Don't you know? Breaking through to the Innate Realm grants me two cycles of sixty years of life. I'm 130 this year, in the prime of my life! Hahaha!"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yan's eyes flashed with a sharp light.

Breaking through the innate limits, one can live to be two Jiazi!

In other words, if he can break through the innate barrier, he can gain a lifespan of 120 years!

innate!

At that moment, Zhou Yan set a small goal for himself.

We must break through our innate limitations!

"Alright, kid, stop being so ambitious. Focus on doing your current thing well."

Seeing his expression, Mo Yunfeng knew what he was thinking, and his smile faded.

Zhou Yan took a deep breath, suppressed the turmoil in his heart, and clasped his hands in a fist salute, saying:

"I have learned a great deal."

After he finished speaking, he asked again:

"In your opinion, if Wan Ning was indeed in charge of the alchemy behind the scenes, what would the Wusheng Sect do now?"

The old man pondered for a moment and said:

"I suspect that if it really is my nephew Wan who is in charge of refining the pills, based on my understanding of him, once the furnace is started, it will never stop."

"You mean the Wusheng Sect is actually planning to refine human elixirs in this area?"

Zhou Yan rubbed his chin and asked softly.

"That's right. Go back and tell the girl from the Lu family to have them conduct another city-wide search."

"They've searched the mountains thoroughly in the past half month. Going any deeper would be too far from the city. So, if the Wusheng Sect still wants to refine pills, that person must be hiding in the city!"

Zhou Yan nodded solemnly.

"Yes, senior, I will go back and report immediately."

Suddenly he remembered something and asked:

"Senior, then you..."

Mo Yunfeng glanced at him:

"What do you mean, 'I'? I'm not a member of the Black-Clad Guard. Do you expect me to be the one to conduct the search?"

That means finding it first and then going there; I understand.

Although the other party's tone was unpleasant, Zhou Yan could still discern the underlying meaning.

Standing up, Zhou Yan clasped his hands in a fist salute to the old man.

Mo Qingyan then said:

"Oh, leaving so soon? Aren't you going to stay and have something to eat before you go?"

The old man immediately glared and said:

"What do you want to eat? Can you cook?"

The girl then realized that she didn't seem to know how to cook, and said aggrievedly:

"Oh, then I'll go see him off..."

"What are you going to do about it? Doesn't he have legs?"

Mo Yunfeng shouted again.

Zhou Yan said somewhat awkwardly:

"Qingyan, no need to see me off, see you next time."

Hearing the other person call her name, the girl's bright eyes curved into a smile again.

"Okay, see you next time."

Mo Yunfeng pursed his lips, but didn't say anything more.

"Senior, this junior is leaving."

Zhou Yan bowed to the old man again.

He looked at the girl again, nodded to her, and then turned and left.

The girl stared blankly at the departing figure, momentarily stunned.

"Still looking? Everyone's gone. Weren't you going to cook? Go make me something. I've never eaten your cooking before."

Mo Yunfeng was furious when he saw his granddaughter's expression.

Mo Qingyan, regaining her senses, blushed and, without saying a word, turned and walked towards the kitchen.

After a while.

"You brat, are you trying to poison your grandpa?!"

A grief-stricken roar echoed from the thatched hut in Qingmang Village.

……

On the way back to the city.

Zhou Yan's brows furrowed into a deep frown.

If Old Man Mo's guess is true, then Qingzhou City might be in great danger.

He can't control others, but he has to control Zhu Asan's family.

We'll go to Zhu Asan's house first and take his family out of the city for a few days. They can't stay in the city anymore.

Having made up his mind, Zhou Yan quickened his pace.

Looking out from the city gate, the sky, which had been overcast for several days, finally began to rain.

Raindrops fell on my face, carrying a slight chill.

Zhou Yan glanced up but didn't pay any attention, striding into the city.

The next moment.

His steps abruptly stopped, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

In his vision, large swaths of red light appeared.

As the rain intensified, the red light grew increasingly glaring, gradually obscuring the original entries about the nearby refugees.

Finally, a line of familiar yet glaring red text slowly appeared above the refugees' heads.

【Fragrant Flesh and Blood (Red)】!

……