The Long Journey to Immortality

"Thank you, Elder Songbai. I understand your intentions."

Han Lu expressed her determination just as before, so as not to make Songbai Daoren worry.

Having traveled thousands of miles, the Pine and Cypress Daoist was not the naive and innocent type of cultivator, so he could naturally see that Han Lu was not telling the truth.

But he didn't say much.

Based on Han Lu's various performances within the sect, Songbai Daoren believed that Han Lu was able to accurately grasp the situation, protecting herself while also bringing some hope to the championship.

Amidst the cheers and celebrations of the Jitian Palace cultivators, the Central Plains cultivators returned to the lodgings arranged for them by the Jitian Palace, filled with mixed emotions.

After returning home early, Ni Kuan locked himself in his room and devoted himself to rigorous spiritual practice. Han Lu and Fu Tianqiao did not see him again.

However, it is clear that this cultivator, who has been working in the cultivation world for more than sixty years, chose to relieve his pain by "turning grief and anger into motivation".

Huang Ziqiang also locked himself in his room.

According to Elder Fan Qian, Huang Ziqiang said he needed to sleep for a while.

Indeed, perhaps only sleep could restore this monk to his former glory.

After sitting in Han Lu's room for a while, Fu Tianqiao was free to move around and left with Wu Jiayue, who had come to visit.

Wu Jiayue also received a task assigned by the sect, which required her to actively get close to the cultivators from the Central Plains.

And what about Han Lu?

She sat quietly in her room to regulate her breathing until a paper sword arrived that night, prompting her to leave her room and go to the appointment at the address written on the paper sword.

Arriving outside the venue for the friendly match.

During the day, this place is bustling with activity, and at night, it is also frequented by many cultivators.

Because of the friendly match, this place has temporarily become a market within the Jitian Palace, where cultivators within the Jitian Palace can exchange resources.

Han Lu, who came here alone, did not disguise herself, so many disciples of the Jitian Palace recognized her at a glance as the Central Plains cultivator who had won the competition during the day.

Most cultivators would point at Han Lu from a distance and discuss her with others when they passed by.

My lady, my gentleman is good.

Occasionally, some bolder individuals would approach Han Lu, greet her, and even extend an invitation to make friends.

Han Lu politely declined.

Only after the cultivator who had issued the paper sword arrived did Han Lu walk alongside him, silently leaving the crowded place and heading towards a secluded spot in the distance.

Many disciples of the Extreme Heaven Palace were astonished when they saw this pair of cultivators.

Holy crap!

"Senior Brother Mo is actually walking with that Fairy Han from the Central Plains?"

Chapter 620 Kind of People

The paper sword was sent by Mo Zhehan.

Perhaps because they were of the same kind, Han Lu felt an inexplicable trust in this cultivator from the Extreme Heaven Palace, with whom she had not even spoken or interacted.

Without much thought, I accepted the invitation.

When the two met in the crowd, they exchanged only a simple glance before walking side by side in perfect harmony, slowly leaving the bustling market and heading towards a secluded lakeside not far away.

Putting aside the fact that the two did not communicate or hold hands.

Under the moonlight, the handsome man and beautiful woman really did look like a couple to onlookers.

Walking to a secluded spot by the river, there was no one around, only the chirping of insects and the soft sound of water.

Just as Han Lu was about to ask Mo Zhehan why he wanted to see her, Mo Zhehan raised his hand first and summoned a small boat on the lake.

With a light leap, Mo Zhehan boarded the small boat and extended his left hand to Han Lu, who was still standing on the shore, saying, "Come on, let's talk on the boat."

Han Lu ignored Mo Zhehan's outstretched hand and used her own lightness technique to leap up and gracefully board Mo Zhehan's small boat, standing behind him.

Mo Zhehan awkwardly withdrew his hand, thinking to himself, "How could I lose control of myself just because I saw a beautiful woman? Where has all my sixty years of cultivation gone?"

With a wave of his hand, he activated his magical artifact, and a small boat slowly drifted on the lake.

The handsome couple on the boat, combined with the bright moon in the sky, created a scene as beautiful as a poem or a painting.

After the small boat had traveled some distance, Han Lu took the initiative to break the slightly "ambiguous" atmosphere and asked, "Fellow Daoist Mo, what brings you here today with your paper sword?"

What did Mo Zhehan want from her? Han Lu could guess the gist of it without him even having to say a word.

Although she only used the semi-true spirit transformation for a short time on the arena, she believed that Mo Zhehan must have already guessed that she also had true spirit bloodline, which was why he came to find her, his kind, on this night.

He wanted to answer, but the moment the words left his mouth, Mo Zhehan felt that it was a little inappropriate, so he added a couple more words as a prelude.

"I have come here today seeking Fairy Han to meet and get to know her."

Before he could even utter his second sentence, Mo Zhehan felt a bit awkward, as it wasn't his usual style, so he simply cut to the chase and asked directly.

"Fairy Han, are you the father or the mother? Or perhaps both?"

The question seemed abrupt, but Mo Zhehan believed that Han Lu, who had come alone to the appointment and shared a certain understanding with him, would understand and be willing to answer his somewhat "private" question.

Upon hearing this question, Han Lu did not hesitate and did not mind sharing this private matter with Mo Zhehan, a fellow human being with whom she had just exchanged a few words.

"Father, I came to the Central Plains in search of my missing childhood sweetheart. I unexpectedly encountered three cultivators with whom I already had a grudge, and was injured. I also unexpectedly met my mother."

"The two were deeply in love and eventually eloped, which led to my birth."

In just a few words, Han Lu revealed the whole story of Fengyang's past love affair.

"And you?" Han Lu looked at Mo Zhehan and smiled.

Seeing Han Lu's smile under the moonlight, Mo Zhehan felt as if his already restless heart had been squeezed at a pressure point, and he immediately understood the meaning of "heart fluttering".

Mo Zhehan sat down, leaning against the hull of the small boat, gazing into the distance at the sky, and spoke in a voice different from his usual tone.

“I am a mother.”

"The meeting between my parents wasn't as interesting as yours, which happened by chance."

"About eighty years ago, when my mother had just come of age and was very playful, she secretly left her tribe and came to the Great Yu Dynasty to have fun."

"My father, on the other hand, was a good-looking, smooth-talking scoundrel who considered himself dashing and debonair."

"Their story is roughly about a naive young girl who was seduced by a petty thug."

"After spending about three months together, the mother returned to her tribe's settlement and discovered that she was pregnant."

"Shortly after I was born, an uncle sent me to the Jitian Palace and entrusted me to the care of an elder within the sect."

"I heard all the stories about my mother and father from my adoptive father."

"If we're really going to be serious, I guess I'm an unlucky guy who's an orphan."

"I don't resent my mother, but my father..."

"Although I have never met my father even once, if it is true, he is definitely the kind of man I hate the most."

At this point, Mo Zhehan added, "I'm different from him."

Han Lu didn't say anything, but like Mo Zhehan, she found a place to sit down on the small boat.

Mo Zhehan didn't see the expression he had imagined appear on Han Lu's face, nor did he hear the comforting words he had imagined coming from her mouth, leaving him momentarily at a loss.

He thought to himself, "Sure enough, I am completely different from my father whom I have never met."

Taking a deep breath, he continued, "Then what kind of spirit is your father?"

This question was even more private than the previous one, but Han Lu still answered it, being candid with Mo Zhehan, a fellow human being.

"Have you heard of the Illusionary Phoenix? It's a kind of true spirit of the phoenix."

Mo Zhehan nodded and said, "Because of my mother, I made a point of learning a lot about the true spirit after I became aware of things."

"So, back in the ancient cultivation era, you and I were mortal enemies."

Han Lu noticed that Mo Zhehan referred to 100,000 years ago as the Ancient Cultivation Era rather than the True Spirit Era.

Han Lu said, "That's right, but that happened 100,000 years ago, and it has nothing to do with you and me now."

Mo Zhehan understood what Han Lu meant, and he continued to ask, "Have you ever met your father?"

"I had never seen it before, but I had seen it more than ten years ago."

Han Lu didn't elaborate on the story, but instead asked Mo Zhehan, "What about you? Do you want to meet your parents?"

“I did say that,” Mo Zhehan replied, “I don’t like my father, and he was just a mortal who should have died long ago.”

"As for my mother, I will go to the Wilderness after I advance to the Golden Core Realm to see if I can recognize her."

"I hope that when she sees me a few years from now, she won't be reminded of that naive, immature, and unwanted memory."

Having possessed the bloodline of the Candle Dragon and having received many benefits from this true spiritual bloodline as a cultivator, Mo Zhehan still longed to reunite with his mother and no longer be an orphan.

Han Lu nodded slightly; she understood Mo Zhehan's thoughts.

The two chatted for a long time about these topics related to the bloodline of the true spirit. For some reason, Mo Zhehan even brought up the possibility of a future marriage between Chai Tianjiao and Wu Jiayue.

About fifteen minutes later, looking at Han Lu's profile, Mo Zhehan suddenly felt an impulse and said.

"Fairy Han, would you be my Daoist partner?"

These words immediately lowered the temperature in the air to freezing point.

Han Lu could certainly sense Mo Zhehan's slight interest in her, but she didn't expect him to be so quick-witted, asking such a question after only a quarter of an hour of meeting.

Unexpectedly, Mo Zhehan misread Han Lu's expression again, thinking he had a chance, and began to talk about the benefits of Han Lu being with him, as if he were making a business deal.

After exchanging only two sentences, Han Lu felt her face burning hot, unsure whether it was from anger, embarrassment, or a combination of both.

She stood up, used her lightness technique to walk on water, and left Mo Zhehan with only her back view.

Mo Zhehan certainly did not inherit the "love saint" methods from his father.

Completely baffled, Mo Zhehan could only swallow back the words, "If we unite, our child may be born with dragon and phoenix blood, and will surely be a cultivation prodigy."

He changed his tune, watching Han Lu's retreating figure, and said, "A woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea."

Chapter 621 Dong Fengyu's Love Class