Immortality begins with equipping a worn-out talisman pen.

Upon hearing this, Li Mufeng remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he became wary.

While the inner core of a second-tier demon beast is indeed precious, it is precisely because of this that he finds this matter somewhat strange.

He was merely a talisman master who spent most of his time in the market and had never had any experience hunting demons.

Would such an experienced demon-hunting team really be missing someone like me?

Moreover, even though the second-tier Mountain Rain Dragon was severely injured, it was still a genuine second-tier great demon.

Once they start fighting for their lives, even a Qi Refining cultivator can die if they're not careful. How could these people entrust their backs to a mere Qi Refining Stage 7 cultivator like myself?

There is no such good thing in the world.

Having thought this through, Li Mufeng had already made up his mind.

He picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and then shook his head with a smile.

"Thank you for your kindness, Master Huang, but I am always aware of my own limitations. I am only good at drawing talismans. If I were to go to the Black Stone Mountains, I would probably only be a burden to you fellow Daoists."

"Let's forget about hunting demons."

"If you fellow Daoists have indeed slain that Mountain Rain Dragon, please keep an eye out for that inner core for me. As for the spirit stones, everything is negotiable."

Upon hearing this, Huang Xuan's face immediately showed regret.

"Fellow Daoist Li, this is a rare opportunity. I had to beg that senior who had reached the Qi Refining Perfection stage for a long time before he finally agreed to let you join the team."

"Once you miss this opportunity, you might never get another chance."

Li Mufeng simply smiled upon hearing this.

"Opportunity is a matter of fate, and it will naturally belong to me, Li; if it is not meant to be, there is no point in forcing it."

"I have failed to appreciate Fellow Daoist Huang's kind intentions."

Seeing his resolute attitude, a hint of regret flashed in Huang Xuan's eyes, but he quickly smiled.

"Since that's the case, I won't force you."

After chatting for a few more minutes, Li Mufeng got up to take his leave.

After leaving the quiet room, the smile on his face slowly disappeared.

The inner core of a second-tier demon beast—it's too much of a coincidence that it comes exactly what you want.

......

A few days later, Li Mufeng indeed discovered that Huang Xuan of the Baicaotang shop next door had closed his shop and disappeared.

It seems this person really did go to hunt demons.

More than ten days later.

On this day, Li Mufeng was stretching his muscles in front of the shop when he suddenly saw a familiar figure walking briskly from the street corner.

It was Huang Xuan.

However, Huang Xuan was in a rather disheveled state at the moment. His robes were stained with mud and blood, and a large piece of his left sleeve had been torn off, revealing several unhealed wounds on his exposed arm.

But he couldn't hide the joy on his face; he was radiant and his steps were lighter.

Upon seeing Li Mufeng, he burst into laughter.

"Fellow Daoist Li, you've missed a great opportunity this time!"

Li Mufeng raised an eyebrow, cupped his hands, and smiled:

"Oh? It seems Fellow Daoist Huang has gained quite a bit from this trip. Congratulations!"

He didn't feel any regret.

Who knows if this guy really went to hunt demons, or if he found a ravine and squatted there for half a month, miserablely feeding mosquitoes.

Huang Xuan glanced around and, seeing that there were quite a few cultivators on the street, immediately lowered his voice and said:

"The shopkeepers say, the shopkeepers say, there are too many people and too many eyes here."

Li Mufeng also became somewhat curious, so he followed him into the Hundred Herbs Hall.

Inside the shop, Huang Xuan first solemnly activated the soundproofing instrument, and then brewed a pot of strong liquor.

Only then did he leisurely take out what he had obtained this time from his storage bag: two long, black, menacing fangs.

The teeth of the Mountain Rain Dragon are genuine second-tier spiritual objects, which can be used for refining weapons, but they are also highly poisonous.

The teeth were about half a foot long, covered with natural spiritual patterns, and even just sitting there, they emitted a faint fishy smell.

Li Mufeng's gaze narrowed slightly.

"This is……"

Huang Xuan grinned.

"The fangs of the Mountain Rain Dragon are genuine second-tier spiritual artifacts! Whether used for weapon crafting or auctioned off, they are priceless treasures."

Upon seeing this, Li Mufeng wondered to himself, "Could it be that he really went?"

Huang Xuan then vividly recounted his experiences over the past two weeks.

The group talked animatedly about how many people were injured and how they fought for the spoils of war while hunting the Mountain Rain Dragon deep in the Black Stone Mountains.

Finally, he sighed with some regret.

"What a pity, that Mountain Rain Dragon's inner core was ultimately won by an old guy who had reached the Qi Refining stage."

"If Fellow Daoist Li had come with me back then, with your abilities, that inner core might have been yours."

Upon hearing this, Li Mufeng simply smiled and shook his head.

If I had actually gone, I might already be a corpse in the Blackrock Mountains.

Just then, Huang Xuan suddenly slapped his thigh.

"Let's not talk about that. Fellow Daoist Li's Spirit Gathering Talisman was a great help in our successful demon hunt this time."

"If it weren't for those spirit-gathering talismans that allowed me to recover some spiritual power at the crucial moment, I might not have made it back alive. In a way, Fellow Daoist Li is my savior."

As he spoke, he grabbed Li Mufeng's sleeve, his face full of excitement.

"Let's go! I'll invite you to the Wonderful Sound Pavilion!"

Li Mufeng was slightly taken aback. He had naturally heard of the famous Miaoyinfang.

That place was arguably the number one den of iniquity in Heishifang City.

It is said that all the female cultivators in the brothel are exceptionally beautiful, skilled in enchanting vocal techniques and seductive arts, and proficient in playing the zither and flute.

Some are skilled in playing the zither, and a single piece of "Heavenly Fragrance Melody" can make people's bones melt and their minds bewitched; some are proficient in dancing, and the light swirling of their skirts is enough to ignite the heart fire of cultivators; and some female cultivators practice special techniques, and every frown and smile carries a natural charm.

Most importantly, all the female cultivators inside are skilled in dual cultivation, and it's a mutually beneficial relationship. If you can spend a good night with them, your cultivation level can even improve slightly.

Therefore, many independent cultivators who hunt demons and members of families would spend hundreds of spirit stones in one night just to win a smile from those fairies.

When Huang Xuan mentioned this, a look of longing appeared on his face.

"Fellow Daoist Li, you spend all your time cultivating in your cave. It's time to go out and see the world."

"The fairies in Miaoyin Pavilion all have skin as smooth as jade, graceful figures, and a natural fragrance."

"If you go there, you will know what it means to be surrounded by beautiful women and what it means to be in the utmost bliss on earth! With your outstanding appearance, you might even catch the eye of some fairy and forge a celestial bond with her."

As he spoke, he chuckled, revealing an expression that every man would understand.

"We're all cultivators, so why are you pretending to be detached from worldly desires in front of me?"

"Come on, come on, it's my treat today!"

Li Mufeng simply chuckled and gently pulled his sleeve back.

"I appreciate Fellow Daoist Huang's kindness, but I still have some talismans to draw, so I won't go."

Huang Xuan was taken aback.

"Really not going? That's the Wonderful Sound Pavilion!"

"I'm not going."

Huang Xuan opened his mouth, but in the end he could only let out a long sigh.

"Fellow Daoist Li, sometimes I really admire you. If it were anyone else, they would be unable to move their legs upon hearing the words 'Miaoyin Pavilion,' but you are different. You can remain unfazed even when a beautiful woman is in front of you."

"I am ashamed to admit that I cannot match your dedication to cultivation."

Li Mufeng simply smiled and offered no explanation.

After leaving Baicaotang, he headed straight for Wanfuzhai.

Miaoyinfang?

A trace of calm flashed in Li Mufeng's eyes.

If it's just about seeking pleasure, he's naturally a bit curious.

However, the most dangerous time in the cultivation world is often not when fighting against demonic beasts, but when a person is most relaxed and vigilant.

Wine and women can be alluring, and the land of gentle pleasures can also be the graveyard of heroes.

Especially in a small, enclosed room, alone with a female cultivator who practices seductive arts and whose background is unknown... When you reach the point of pleasure, it is also the time when your mind is most relaxed. Who knows if a sharp knife will suddenly appear from behind you at this moment.

Li Mufeng gently shook his head.

I will not stand under a crumbling wall.