Immortality begins with equipping a worn-out talisman pen.

In front of Cave No. 13, Bingzi.

Zhao Lingyue stood at the foot of the familiar stone steps, gazing at the cave dwelling that was once so familiar, and for a moment she felt somewhat dazed.

She has rarely come here since the Bai family auction several years ago.

That day, she saw Li Mufeng sit in the VIP section with the Liu family head and others, and then she realized that the two of them were no longer from the same world.

He was just a rogue cultivator who made a living by cultivating spiritual plants, while the other party had already become a talisman master whom even the Liu family treated with great respect.

The gap between people sometimes widens without them even realizing it.

Therefore, over the years, she has never taken the initiative to visit or disturb them.

Just a few days ago, her young son unexpectedly showed some talent in the art of talisman making while learning to make talismans.

Although it's just a basic cleansing talisman, it can be done in one go.

This discovery made her happy for several days.

The first person she thought of was Li Mufeng.

If I could get some guidance from such a senior mid-level talisman master, maybe my son could also become a talisman master in the future.

Therefore, she specially changed into a clean and elegant Buddhist dress today.

Before leaving, he carefully tidied his sideburns in front of the bronze mirror.

Cultivators have long lifespans and their appearance ages slowly.

Over the years, she has not aged at all; on the contrary, with the passage of time, she has gained a more mature and gentle charm.

In addition, he takes care of spiritual plants all year round, and always carries a faint fragrance of grass and trees, so his spiritual plant business is much better than that of ordinary cultivators.

In addition, she gritted her teeth and bought a top-grade spiritual plant—Golden Thread Lotus.

This spiritual plant is extremely valuable, and she is not yet capable of cultivating it.

Originally, it was intended as a gift for his son to become an apprentice, hoping to bring him a good opportunity.

Thinking of this, Zhao Lingyue took a deep breath and gently knocked on the door of the cave.

Boom, boom, boom.

A moment later, the stone gate slowly opened.

The person who opened the door was not the elegant and charismatic talisman master I remembered.

He was a monk who was about thirty years old.

This man was thin, with two mustaches, and his eyes darted around, making him look quite shrewd.

He looked Zhao Lingyue up and down, a hint of amazement flashing in his eyes.

A smile immediately spread across his face.

"This must be Fellow Daoist Zhao from next door, right?"

"My name is Hong Ziling, and I just moved here a few days ago."

As he spoke, he deliberately puffed out his chest, and a robe pattern symbolizing a mid-grade alchemist shone brightly on his chest.

"As you can see, fellow Daoist, I am a mid-grade first-level alchemist."

When he said the last few words, there was a noticeable increase in his smugness.

Alchemists are already rare in the market.

Someone as young as him, who has become a mid-grade first-level alchemist, is certainly worthy of being looked up to by many rogue cultivators.

In his view, the mature and beautiful female cultivator in front of him had probably heard of his identity and had come to visit him.

If one could forge a fleeting romance through neighborly relations, that would be a wonderful thing.

However, Zhao Lingyue seemed not to have heard what he said at all.

She glanced into the cave and asked in confusion:

"May I ask, Fellow Daoist Hong, what about Fellow Daoist Li who used to live here?"

Hong Ziling was taken aback.

Then his gaze involuntarily fell on the pot of golden thread lotus in Zhao Lingyue's arms.

That's a top-grade spiritual plant, its value equal to several batches of pills he refined.

His eyes immediately turned fiery.

"Oh, you mean that fellow Daoist Li from before? He moved away a few days ago."

As he spoke, his smile grew even brighter.

"Fellow Daoist Zhao, you're too kind. We'll be neighbors from now on, and you've given me such a generous gift on our first meeting. How could I possibly accept it?"

Even so, he had already reached out his hand, ready to take the pot of golden thread lotus.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Lingyue suddenly dodged.

They moved away...

After a moment, she sighed softly to herself.

Also.

Five years ago, Li Mufeng was already able to accompany the Liu family head and others to the VIP seats at the Bai family auction.

His cultivation level and status are probably quite different now.

Continuing to live in this Bing-character cave would seem out of place for someone of their status.

Perhaps they have already moved into a cave dwelling with a more abundant spiritual energy, such as a cave dwelling of the character "乙" or even the character "甲".

If he had been even bolder, given the attitude that the eldest daughter of the Liu family has had towards Li Mufeng over the years, he might have already been chosen as the Liu family's son-in-law.

Thinking of this, Zhao Lingyue couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.

The young man who used to quietly draw talismans every day and lived a frugal life eventually flew out of this small Bing-character cave.

But I remain stuck in the same place.

Seeing that Hong Ziling's eyes were still fixed on the golden thread lotus in her arms, Zhao Lingyue felt a sense of disgust.

Both being mid-level cultivators skilled in various arts, this Fellow Daoist Hong was not at all as humble and peaceful as Li Mufeng.

A polite but distant smile returned to her face.

"Looks like I've got the wrong person."

"I apologize for disturbing you, Fellow Daoist Hong. If there is an opportunity another day, I will have my husband pay you a visit in person."

After saying this, she hugged the golden thread lotus tightly in her arms, bowed slightly, and turned to leave.

Hong Ziling was left standing at the door, his outstretched hand frozen in mid-air.

Watching that slender figure gradually disappear into the distance, and then looking at his empty hands, the smile on his face slowly froze.

"Husband...husband?"

Hong Ziling's lips twitched slightly.

After a long pause, he reluctantly withdrew his hand, muttering something under his breath.

"Married women are great."

......

at the same time.

It is thousands of miles away.

Li Mufeng was piloting a small magical flying boat, about ten feet long, slowly moving forward among the sea of ​​clouds.

This was a magical artifact he specially purchased from Jubaoge before his departure.

Although with his current cultivation level of late Qi Refining, whether flying on a magical artifact or riding a celestial light, his speed is several times faster than that of a magic power flying boat.

But Li Mufeng still chose the flying boat without hesitation.

The reason is simple: the magic flying boat is powered by spirit stones, requiring almost no consumption of the cultivator's own spiritual power.

In this way, even if he travels continuously for months, he can always maintain his peak condition.

If they encounter monsters or ambushes along the way, they can immediately unleash their full power instead of being depleted of their magical energy due to the long journey and falling into danger.

The journey was not without its challenges.

Over the course of three months, he encountered several groups of treacherous cultivators wandering among the mountains, forests, lakes, and marshes.

These people were clearly targeting passing cultivators.

However, when Li Mufeng unabashedly released his late-stage Qi Refining spiritual pressure, most of the previously restless Tribulation Cultivators only watched from afar for a moment before retreating on their own.

Those who rob in the wild are mostly only at the early or mid-stage of Qi Refining cultivation.

……

This day.

The airship passed through a vast sea of ​​clouds.

Li Mufeng suddenly stood up slowly, gazing at the horizon.

Beyond the clouds and mist, the outline of an extremely magnificent immortal city gradually emerged.

From a distance, the city wall resembles a mountain range stretching across the sky and earth, extending for hundreds of miles and towering into the clouds.

The surrounding rolling mountains appeared much smaller than that immortal city.

Above the city, countless flying boats, spirit birds, and streaks of light shuttled between heaven and earth, and cultivators came and went like a swarm of fish crossing a river.

Furthermore, several floating spiritual islands drift around the immortal city, radiating brilliant light and filled with spiritual energy, resembling a fairyland.

Even though they were dozens of miles apart, Li Mufeng could still feel the overwhelming grandeur of the atmosphere.

In comparison, Blackstone City is practically a village.

A look of shock couldn't help but appear in Li Mufeng's eyes.

He has been cultivating immortality for over twenty years.

He finally left Blackstone City and saw the real city.

The majestic immortal city before them was precisely the one that Chen Jingyuan had emphasized in his letter, built single-handedly by that legendary Golden Core cultivator.

Heavenly Immortal City.

Just as Li Mufeng was marveling at the magnificence of the Immortal City, an extremely chilling sense of crisis suddenly enveloped his entire body.

His entire body was covered in goosebumps.

Without any hesitation, the "Mountain and River Prison Suppression Scripture" was activated instantly, and the Mountain and River Body covered his entire body in an instant. Several talismans in his sleeves were already between his fingers without him even noticing.

next moment.

Deep within the Celestial City, a streak of crimson-gold light suddenly shot into the sky.

The speed of that escape was extremely fast.

One moment they were in the city, the next they were suspended in the heavens, as if only a gleaming crimson gold remained between heaven and earth.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Old Demon Li, Fellow Daoist Chang Geng, how could such a grand event be complete without me!"

The moment the sound faded, the crimson-gold beam of light tore through the sky and shot eastward.

Li Mufeng felt a sudden jolt in his ears, his blood and qi surged, and two streaks of blood slowly trickled down his ears.

Many other cultivators around were pale-faced, and those with weaker cultivation fell off the magic boat on the spot.