The Long Journey to Immortality

After all, at that time, Fu Ding did not know how the city would develop in the future, nor did he know that this name, which he had chosen casually, would be frequently mentioned by many true spirits and human cultivators in the future.

Upon arriving outside the city, Fu Ding and the others went into the city first, while Fang Lin stayed by Feng Yang's side to keep him company.

After the group watched the scenery of the Yuan River flowing eastward for five minutes, Fang Lin continued to lead Feng Yang and the others into the city.

We entered the city through the west gate.

Including Wang Han and Fu Ding, there were nearly twenty other high-ranking human cultivators with names and surnames who came to greet them outside the city.

Nearly half of these high-level cultivators will achieve the Nascent Soul stage within a hundred or a thousand years, becoming pillars of the Eastern Human Race. Such a spectacle cannot be described simply as "grand."

In addition to these high-level cultivators, to take care of Feng Jiao's feelings, Fu Ding also arranged for several female cultivators with cultivation levels below the Golden Core Realm to appear.

With yin and yang in harmony, Feng Jiao was able to have something to talk about and something to do on this grand occasion.

After the welcoming ceremony, Feng Yang was pulled by Fang Lin to the council hall for a "chat," while Feng Jiao and her maid Xiao Mei went ahead to San Feng's residence for the foreseeable future to settle in and patiently wait for the welcoming banquet that evening.

Fengyang had originally declined the invitation to the banquet.

However, after learning that the banquet was not specifically held for the Phoenix Clan, she agreed to participate as an invited member.

Feng Jiao and Han Lu had no idea what Feng Yang, Fang Lin, Fu Ding, and Wang Lin discussed in the council hall, but judging from Feng Yang's cheerful appearance when he returned, Han Lu could guess that the human cultivators had probably promised Feng Yang, the leader of the Illusion Phoenix Clan, some great benefit, which was why he was so distraught.

[Author's Note] Tomorrow is the start of a full-fledged holiday.

Chapter 450 Differences Between Ancient and Modern Times

The welcome banquet was scheduled for the evening. Naturally, Fang Lin had arranged for several human cultivators to accompany the three members of the Illusion Phoenix Clan throughout the afternoon, either by presenting them with local specialties or by taking them for a stroll around Chaoquan City.

To be honest, there are very few opportunities for adventure or help to Han Lu in this part of the story, but in order to satisfy her curiosity about the human city of the ancient cultivation era 100,000 years ago, Han Lu still chose to follow Feng Jiao and the other two at one speed to explore, rather than rushing through the sights and jumping around quickly.

Although the three of them had arrived at their destination, there were still three months to go before Wang Lin's tribulation-crossing ceremony.

Han Lu was naturally in no hurry and eagerly fast-forwarded through the story.

The difference between a human city 100,000 years ago and a human city 100,000 years later is enormous.

At that time, because there were many towering trees in the wilderness, most houses in the city used catalpa wood as a building material.

Because of the limited population and abundant land, and because architecture was not as advanced as it is today, most of these wooden houses were only two or three stories high.

Unlike some brick and stone buildings in later generations, which could be built to six, seven or even more stories to meet the living needs of ordinary people.

Furthermore, since there are many demonic beasts at the Transformation Realm, Nascent Soul Realm, and Divine Transformation Realm experts in the wilderness, the city did not build meaningless city walls.

In terms of architectural style, which appears backward and outdated from Han Lu's perspective as a "modern person," the human capital looks more like a slightly larger town from later times.

It was not as prosperous as described in the history books Han Lu had read.

"Sure enough," Han Lu thought to herself as she looked at the deserted street, "Even historical documents inevitably embellish or exaggerate in some places. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have been fooled by those seven or eight hundred words in the book."

Besides these points, Han Lu also noticed that the proportion of cultivators in the city was much higher than in later generations.

Of the passersby Han Lu saw, about one-tenth possessed cultivation.

She could only offer the explanation that the cultivation environment was better and the spiritual energy was more abundant in the ancient cultivation era.

"Or perhaps it's that genetic theory found in the secret realm?"

"The cultivators in the ancient cultivation realms are mostly related to mortals, and the cultivators retain some of the thoughts of mortals. They actively reproduce, which naturally greatly increases the number of newborns with cultivation talent?"

Han Lu had dabbled in a lot of scientific knowledge in the ancient cultivation secret realm, but only superficially. She could give a general explanation to fool cultivators and mortals who had never been to the ancient cultivation secret realm, but she couldn't explain the cause and effect in detail.

Han Lu watched the video and her mind wandered.

Feng Jiao thoroughly enjoyed this short trip in the human city.

After all, compared to the phoenix or fire phoenix dwelling in the parasol forest, this human city can be considered a dazzling world, which is too attractive to Feng Jiao, whose mind is no different from that of a girl in her early twenties.

It's rare for Fengyang to act more like a father in front of his daughter.

He would give in to his daughter's every whim, no matter what she asked for.

In Fengyang's eyes, a mere amount of gold and silver was far less valuable than a fleeting smile from his daughter.

From this perspective, the relationship between Feng Yang and Feng Jiao, who were separated from their family due to internal clan conflicts, is quite similar to that of Feng You and Han Lu.

Along the way, in addition to the many "cultural landscapes" that can only be seen in human territory, many true spirits and spirit beasts that had also arrived in human territory early to participate in Fang Lin's wedding banquet or Wang Han's tribulation ceremony also attracted Han Lu's attention.

Those true spirits and spirit beasts who were able to come here and were brought to the human territory by the clan leaders and deputies were naturally all at the Transformation Realm or above.

For ease of movement, these true spirits and spirit beasts all choose to take human form and move around in human territory.

However, even though these true spirits and spirit beasts are in the wilderness and their hearts are with the human race, because the matter of transforming into human form involves "political correctness," the vast majority of true spirits and spirit beasts will not completely transform their bodies into human form like the two phantom phoenix spirits, Feng Yang and Feng Jiao.

Just like the semi-spiritual transformation technique Han Lu used, they would deliberately leave a flaw when transforming into human form to reveal their identity, while expressing their refusal to acknowledge the extreme and incorrect statement that "humans are the most intelligent of all beings".

Therefore, Han Lu saw a four-meter-tall giant with a stone head on the street.

I saw a young man with a fluffy fox tail.

She saw a girl who looked about the same age as Feng Jiao, but had fish scales on her forehead.

As the patriarch of one of the most powerful clans in the wilderness, Feng Yang is quite well-known and knows many true spirits and spirit beasts who are on good terms with humans.

Along the way, Feng Yang would occasionally be greeted by acquaintances who would chat with him for a few minutes, trying to find out whether the Illusion Phoenix Clan would side with the human race in the great war that might begin in the next few years.

Although he had already made up his mind, Fengyang did not easily reveal his feelings to these acquaintances who were not his friends.

Instead of giving a vague answer, Fengyang preferred to talk more about the dinner party that was about to begin that evening.

However, just as there are true spirits and spirit beasts that are friendly to Fengyang, there are also true spirits and spirit beasts that are not friendly to the Huanfeng clan.

The Phoenix Clan once dominated the wilderness, and the enmities they have formed are numerous.

The fox-clan youth that Han Lu had been paying special attention to immediately looked at Feng Yang with hostility.

Han Lu could tell that if this young man's cultivation level hadn't been far inferior to Feng Yang's, he might have impulsively rushed up to Feng Yang, cursed him, or even punched him in the nose.

This feeling made Han Lu curious about what grudge the Phoenix Clan and the Fox Clan youth belonged to.

Time flies, and when Feng Jiao and Feng Yang returned to their residence, Han Lu had very little time left to stay in the Moon Pearl World.

Han Lu hurriedly used a magic spell to accelerate the world's speed by thirty-two times. By the time the two of them arrived at the banquet location under the guidance of the human envoy, she had just exhausted the energy in the Moon Pearl.

The scene before her eyes changed, and Han Lu returned to her guest room in the Five Poisons Sect, ending this short journey through time and space.

Han Lu was slightly disappointed that she had only broadened her horizons but hadn't gained much.

Just then, the sun had already risen, so Han Lu simply took her sword and ran into the courtyard to practice Fang Lin's two sword techniques once again.

Despite my best efforts, I haven't made any progress in this area.

Holding her sword, Han Lu smiled bitterly and said self-deprecatingly, "Sigh, as expected, novels are all lies."

Sheathed her spirit sword, and subconsciously patted the storage bag at her waist, which was quite different from the things she had brought before coming to Southern Xinjiang. Han Lu said softly again, "Pack your things, get ready to leave."

Chapter 451 Farewell Gift

As a cultivator, Han Lu naturally still kept most of her belongings in her storage bag.

All she needed to pack were daily necessities she had brought from the ancient cultivation secret realm and some small gifts given to her by cultivators from the Southern Frontier.

Especially the wind chimes that Yi Qiyan gave her.

For the past few days, it had been hanging by Han Lu's bedside in her room. Occasionally, Han Lu would use magic to summon a breeze to sway it, making a "ding-a-ling" sound.

This gift from Yi Qiyan was the second most important thing Han Lu had obtained on her trip to the Southern Frontier, so she couldn't miss it.

Because Han Lu had reported her schedule to Yi Qiyan a few days ago, Yi Qiyan knew when Han Lu left.

So when Han Lu wanted to go to Yi Qiyan's place to say goodbye, she had already blocked the door and come to Han Lu's place to see her off.

Accompanying Yi Qiyan was another cultivator.

He's a fan of that senior brother Fu Chen's book.

His trip was partly to see Han Lu off, and partly to ask Han Lu to bring back two gifts as a token of his affection.

The gift was beautifully wrapped, and Han Lu, without asking what was inside, solemnly put it into her storage bag.

However, judging from the mischievous grin on the face of this Fu Chen fan, Han Lu guessed that the gift was mostly a prank, and not a real piece of gold or silver or a carefully crafted and meaningful handicraft.

"Do you still want your autograph?" Han Lu asked, adding that question.

The male cultivator hesitated for a moment, then said, "Of course I want to..."

However, thinking about the "retaliatory" gift he had given, he felt a little guilty and said, "Fellow Daoist Han, please help persuade him. If you can get it, please do so for me. If not, then forget it..."

"Oh, right," the male cultivator added, "if the great writer Fu has any return gift, please take a look for me first. If it's something good, then I'll have someone send it over."

Clearly, the male cultivator was still shaken, fearing retaliation from Fu Chen, who would retaliate in kind.

Han Lu nodded slightly and asked for the other person's name so that Fu Chen could add a few words of advice when signing the autograph.

Han Lu felt that as long as the gift prepared by this book lover named Yi Hege wasn't too excessive, she would be fine.

Fu Chen, upon learning for the first time that he has a "foreign" book friend, will surely be delighted to fulfill his little request.

Yi Hege was overjoyed and thanked him repeatedly. After saying goodbye to Han Lu, he tactfully left early, leaving Han Lu and Yi Qiyan alone.

Perhaps because they had already said so much before, these two friends, who had only known each other for half a month but had a friendship that felt like ten years, didn't know what to say when they parted.

Han Lu, on the other hand, habitually took the initiative to offer a hug.

A pair of large, soft objects pressed against Yi Qiyan's neck, making her feel slightly breathless.

After embracing for about ten seconds, as they separated, Yi Qiyan couldn't help but mutter to herself, "Is Han Lu's cultivation technique specifically designed to grow this? It's so big!"

Thinking of this, she looked down at her toes again and secretly decided to go to the library to find a recipe for a pill that could help this thing grow. Three years later, she would not only surpass Han Lu in terms of Taoist skills, but also not fall behind in terms of appearance and figure.

Han Lu had no idea what Yi Qiyan was thinking. She assumed that Yi Qiyan, as a saintess, rarely experienced farewells and was momentarily speechless, so she took the initiative to speak again.

"Yi Qiyan, I still remember our three-year promise. Don't forget it when the time comes."

"However, if you are still at the early stage of Foundation Establishment, even if you are proficient in the poison techniques of the ancient cultivators, I will not pay any attention to you when you come to the Zhengyi Sect."

Han Lu's words were simple and sincere, and that's what friendship between cultivators is all about.

Yi Qiyan nodded slightly and said, "I don't know why, but after sparring with you, I feel that cultivation has become much easier and simpler."

"Everything is going well. Maybe I'll be able to reach the bottleneck of the early stage of Foundation Establishment in a year and a half."

"As for transforming gas into liquid..."