The Long Journey to Immortality

Without a beautiful woman by my side, boating alone under the moonlight no longer evokes any poetic or picturesque feelings.

After packing up his small boat, Mo Zhehan flew away on his sword to find his senior brother Dong and reflect on life.

Compared to Mo Zhehan, who lacks any sense of romance or charm, Dong Fengyu is an absolute success in matters of love.

At a young age, he already had a beloved Daoist partner, and the two went through a 30-year-long love affair before finally becoming husband and wife.

It's no wonder that Mo Zhehan, who had been frustrated with Han Lu and didn't know where he went wrong, came to Dong Fengyu for help, wanting to learn from this love expert.

Mo Zhehan took the initiative to come to his door. Dong Fengyu, who was thinking of having a passionate encounter with his lover in bed and venting his frustration over his defeat against Han Lu, had no choice but to open the door to welcome him.

Initially, Dong Fengyu thought Mo Zhehan wanted to ask him about Han Lu's situation in order to prepare for a possible match against Han Lu the next day.

When he learned that Mo Zhehan had just recently arranged to meet Han Lu alone and had even taken the initiative to express his love, he felt as if he had just met Mo Zhehan.

The Mo Zhehan he knew was a "dull" cultivator who was never interested in love between cultivators and would never ask a female cultivator to meet him alone.

Dong Fengyu, who was already married, could only explain it with the word "love," and in his heart he was relieved that his junior brother Mo had finally come to his senses and become like a cultivator rather than a true spirit with the appearance of a cultivator.

However, Dong Fengyu was full of curiosity about why Mo Zhehan had suddenly become enlightened.

The two were like brothers, so Dong Fengyu didn't do any preamble and asked Mo Zhehan why he had made the invitation to Han Lu.

“Junior brother, there are quite a few beautiful female cultivators in the sect, and some of them are quite similar in appearance to Han Lu from the Central Plains.”

"Why did you fall for Han Lu?"

After pondering for a moment, Mo Zhehan felt stumped by Dong Fengyu's question.

He couldn't help but mutter to himself, repeatedly asking, "Why?..."

After seven or eight seconds, he finally gave what he thought was the correct answer, albeit haltingly.

"It's probably because Han Lu and I are both cultivators who are a hybrid of true spirit and human, and we are of the same kind, that I feel a good impression of her and want to get closer to her."

Physical attraction is certainly one aspect, but Mo Zhehan believes that the fundamental reason he felt lustful towards Han Lu is that he and Han Lu are of the same kind.

Upon hearing this, Dong Fengyu suddenly realized what was going on.

"So Fairy Han also possesses the True Spirit Bloodline? The last move she used on the arena must have been a True Spirit Divine Power in the form of a soul attack."

"I had this suspicion when I stepped off the ring, and I never expected it to be true."

"What kind of true spirit bloodline does Fairy Han possess?"

Mo Zhehan wanted to answer, but fearing that this Senior Brother Dong would prioritize the sect and inform Wu Jiayue and Chai Tianjiao, he swallowed his words.

"It's not convenient to say."

This was the first time Dong Fengyu had heard such words from Mo Zhehan.

As the senior who watched Mo Zhehan grow up from an eleven or twelve-year-old child, Dong Fengyu felt for the first time that "his junior brother has matured."

Dong Fengyu smiled and said, "If it's inconvenient, then let's not talk about it."

Since Han Lu also possesses the bloodline of a true spirit, Dong Fengyu believes that Han Lu will definitely use such methods in the upcoming friendly match, and may even directly transform into a true spirit to fight, just like his junior brother.

It's a good thing to leave it as a mystery and reveal the answer later.

"Senior brother, I came here hoping to find you, an old hand, to give me some advice. Why did Fairy Han leave me standing there with a red face right after I confessed my feelings, when we were having a good chat?"

Dong Fengyu became interested and temporarily abandoned his idea of ​​just going through the motions and quickly returning to his room to start his baby-making business. "This isn't normal."

"Since Fairy Han is willing to chat with you and even told you about her true spirit bloodline, she obviously doesn't reject you. She might even treat you like an older brother."

"You are handsome, honest, talented, and highly skilled."

"No matter how you look at it, you two are a perfect match, a handsome man and a beautiful woman."

"This shouldn't be happening..."

Touching his short mustache, Dong Fengyu asked again, "Tell me in detail what you said to that Fairy Han, and how you confessed your feelings. There must be something wrong here."

It must be said that Dong Fengyu is indeed very experienced; he could spot the problem at a glance.

Upon hearing this, Mo Zhehan quickly recounted the story of his meeting with Han Lu, adding a great deal of description of his own feelings at the time.

Watching Mo Zhehan tell his story with great enthusiasm, Dong Fengyu was certain that his "few and aloof" junior brother had indeed found love.

At least, it was what I perceived as love.

Patiently listening to Mo Zhehan, who is always straightforward, rambling on about his first love that has not yet begun, Dong Fengyu endured until Mo Zhehan finished telling the story before starting to find fault with him as an expert.

There were many problems, and it took Dong Fengyu a full fifteen minutes to point out all the faults Mo Zhehan had when he was with Han Lu.

As a novice in love, Mo Zhehan listened attentively, almost to the point of needing a notebook to record all the mistakes Dong Fengyu pointed out.

Finally, Dong Fengyu concluded, "In my opinion, junior brother, you and that Fairy Han should have a chance, but pursuing her like this today definitely won't work."

"In any case, you should first find an opportunity to apologize to Fairy Han, and then proceed with your plans gradually."

The strategist Dong Fengyu offered his advice.

Mo Zhehan was a little anxious, "But Fairy Han is from the Central Plains. She can only stay in Jitian Mansion for two more days at most and take things slowly. I don't have that much time."

"What's the rush?" Dong Fengyu said. "With your wealth and status in the sect, going to the Central Plains in the future will be a piece of cake for East-West exchanges."

"What you need to do now is to make a good impression and not make things worse."

Dong Fengyu's words were reasonable and well-founded, and Mo Zhehan nodded repeatedly.

"Thank you, senior brother. If I marry Han Lu in the future, I will definitely invite you to my wedding banquet."

"Hey, I'm really looking forward to it. Don't let me down."

Laughing and chatting, Mo Zhehan felt relieved and left happily.

Dong Fengyu returned to his room and began discussing with his Daoist partner how to increase the population of Jitianfu.

Han Lu, after parting ways with Mo Zhehan, temporarily put the matter aside, treating it as just a minor episode in her life.

After meditating quietly in her room all night, Han Lu continued to create solid spiritual energy in her dantian, making the most of every moment to bring her cultivation closer to the Golden Core realm.

The competition continued the next day, and this time, only four people remained on the stage.

Chapter 622 Popular

Mo Zhehan, Wu Jiayue, and Chai Tianjiao are all disciples of the Jitian Palace, so naturally they all have some supporters in the Jitian Palace's home turf.

Han Lu, the only person from the Central Plains, was all alone in this "foreign land," with no one cheering her on from the stands.

The fact that the cultivators of the Great Yu Dynasty did not boo Han Lu when she appeared already showed their high moral character, let alone giving Han Lu the treatment of a "first-class person" and the privilege of "cutting in line" and "giving her face".

However, since the purpose of this arena competition is to promote exchanges between East and West, Han Lu, a cultivator from the Central Plains, can still draw lots to determine her opponent, just like in the first round.

Having reviewed the information provided by Fu Tianqiao and watched the first round of battles between the three Extreme Heaven Palace cultivators via a jade broadcast in the lounge, Han Lu gained a general assessment of the strength of these three potential opponents.

Needless to say, the strongest of the three is Mo Zhehan.

In Han Lu's opinion, Wu Jiayue was slightly inferior.

Chai Tianjiao was the "weakest" of the three.

However, if we're talking about the opponent Han Lu most wants to face in the semifinals, it has to be Wu Jiayue.

There is no other reason.

On the one hand, Wu Jiayue has an excellent style of dealing with people and is a respectable opponent. Han Lu wants to compete with her on the same stage and see who is better.

On the other hand, Wu Jiayue defeated Fu Tianqiao to advance to the second round, and Han Lu wanted to "avenge" Fu Tianqiao by defeating Wu Jiayue on the stage.

However, no one can predict the outcome of a lottery.

As Han Lu held the jade box with the protective seal, Mo Zhehan winked at her back, hoping she would draw his lot so he could say the apology he had prepared for half an hour the night before.

After shaking for a long time, an accident occurred.

Two slips of paper slid out of the jade box at the same time and fell to the ground, which stunned the referee who was presiding over the ceremony.

After communicating through their divine senses, the Celestial Venerable ultimately decided that the cultivator whose name was written on the slip of paper still in the jade box would become Han Lu's opponent in the next round.

Having received the order from the Palace Master of the Extreme Heaven Palace, Elder Huo hurriedly used his magical artifact to retrieve the two slips from the ground, displaying the names on them to everyone and announcing the arrangements just made by the Venerable of Covering the Sky.

The two slips of paper were inscribed with the names "Mo Zhehan" and "Wu Jiayue" respectively.

Naturally, Chai Tianjiao became Han Lu's opponent in the next round.

Han Lu wasn't entirely satisfied with the result, but she couldn't voice any objections.

Choosing who to fight and winning to advance was her only thought at this moment, besides rewarding Fu Tianqiao.

Fu Tianqiao, who was watching the match from the rest area, felt a slight tremor in her heart upon seeing the result. She recalled the miserable state of Ni Kuan and Chai Tianjiao when they fought yesterday, and couldn't help but feel worried for Han Lu.

However, based on his trust in Han Lu and the information he had purchased, this worry quickly dissipated.

"The information says that Chai Tianjiao is no match for Dong Fengyu."

"Based on this reasoning, Senior Sister Han should have no problem defeating Chai Tianjiao."

Even an outsider like Fu Tianqiao could deduce this result based on some basic logic, so the cultivators in the Jitian Palace who were in charge of setting up the gambling dens would certainly not be so foolish as to give money away to gamblers for nothing.

Han Lu received the treatment of a "hot figure," with odds of 5 to 4, becoming the first Central Plains cultivator to receive "low odds" in several betting markets during the friendly match.

However, gamblers have their own mentality, and the desire to turn a bicycle into a motorcycle is an insurmountable hurdle for every gambler.

Chai Tianjiao, who was extremely powerful in the sect, was underestimated by the odds, so many disciples of the Jitian Palace thought about trying to place bets on him in order to increase their spirit stones at a faster rate.

Therefore, they will find many reasons to analyze the odds and explain their "betting on the underdog" behavior.

"It must be that the sect is trying to lure people in, so they deliberately offered such odds to that female cultivator from the Central Plains. Betting on Senior Brother Chai is definitely the right choice."

"Senior Brother Chai is exceptionally strong. He fought a very exciting battle yesterday, so he must be in great shape today."

"Big boobs, no brains. This female cultivator from the Central Plains is so big, she's definitely not good at fighting. Yesterday, Senior Brother Dong was too polite. This time, if it's Senior Brother Chai who doesn't let things go, he'll definitely defeat this female cultivator and give us a good show."

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Even worse, some people openly express their love for their sect or the Great Yu Dynasty to stimulate their hormones and find a reasonable excuse to try to gain a better chance of winning.

The cultivators from the Jitian Palace who were responsible for collecting bets while wandering among the audience spent a quarter of an hour collecting the bets and reporting the results to the higher-ups in charge of the matter within the sect.

As a Golden Core cultivator, and specifically the one responsible for setting odds and opening betting platforms, his intelligence resources far surpassed those of ordinary disciples.

He even knew about Mo Zhehan and Han Lu boating on the lake under the moon last night.

Naturally, he could easily deduce that Han Lu would win in the end.