The Long Journey to Immortality

Fu Tianqiao glared at Mo Zhehan and asked, "What are you going to do!"

Mo Zhehan naturally knew from this reaction that his actions had been misunderstood.

Recalling his senior brother Dong's earnest teachings from the previous night, he quickly smiled apologetically and explained, "Fellow Daoist Fu, don't misunderstand, I'm not here to cause trouble or fight."

"Then what are you here for? I think you just want to harm Senior Sister Han." Fu Tianqiao acted as if she were Han Lu's bodyguard.

Han Lu, standing behind Fu Tianqiao, was somewhat speechless, but she didn't blame Fu Tianqiao.

She remained silent, wanting to see how Mo Zhehan, who had poor "social skills," would handle the situation.

Mo Zhehan continued, "Fellow Daoist Fu, I've come here to apologize to Fairy Han."

The difference in how the two addressed each other made Fu Tianqiao sense something strange. Recalling the strange expression on Mo Zhehan's face that she noticed during the lottery, she made a bold guess.

Turning her head to look at Han Lu, Fu Tianqiao asked, "Senior Sister, are you and Fellow Daoist Mo friends?"

Before Han Lu could answer, Mo Zhehan blurted out, "That's right, Han Fairy and I are friends, and I'm here to apologize to her."

"Apologize? Why is it always about apologizing?" Fu Tianqiao asked, looking completely confused. "What did you do to offend your senior sister?"

Mo Zhehan opened his mouth, then hesitated for a moment.

"Tianqiao, you should go back first," Han Lu said, helping Mo Zhehan out of the predicament. "Fellow Daoist Mo and I are indeed friends. With you here, he's a little embarrassed to speak up."

Hearing Han Lu's words, Fu Tianqiao felt even more strongly that there was some unspeakable "big secret" between Han Lu and Mo Zhehan.

But considering that both of them are true spirits, and perhaps they really have been in contact with each other for a long time, it is indeed inappropriate for her to stand in the way.

Although her gossipy nature was aroused and she wanted to find out more, Fu Tianqiao obediently listened to Han Lu and left alone, leaving a private space for the two of them.

Han Lu remained silent, turned around and walked back to the lounge, with Mo Zhehan quickly following behind.

Their actions disappointed many of the Jitian Palace cultivators who were waiting to see a good show from the distant stands, and they began to speculate about what kind of story existed between Han Lu and Mo Zhehan.

Upon entering the lounge, Han Lu got straight to the point, "Speak, what does Fellow Daoist Mo want to say to me?"

“I want to say…” Mo Zhehan looked at Han Lu’s captivating eyes not far away, and the fluttering feeling from last night returned once again.

He felt his mind go blank, and all the long apology he had prepared last night vanished in the blink of an eye.

"I was wrong yesterday," he thought, recalling only two of the hundreds of words he had spoken. If Han Lu hadn't been right in front of him, he would have slapped himself twice. "I was so rude. I'm sorry."

"I hope Fairy Han can forgive me and give me a chance to make up for my mistakes."

Watching Han Lu's expression with trepidation, Mo Zhehan felt sweat all over his back after saying those words, as if he had fought seven or eight hundred rounds with a Golden Core cultivator.

Han Lu wanted to speak, but found herself at a loss for words.

It's just that Mo Zhehan's poor "social skills" set a bad precedent, leaving Han Lu unsure how to resolve the awkwardness between them. She wanted to prevent misunderstandings from arising between them, make Mo Zhehan think they could develop into a "couple," and also maintain their status as close friends.

Just as Han Lu was hesitating, Mo Zhehan misunderstood again, thinking that Han Lu was still angry with him.

Having regained some of his composure, he quickly took out the apology gift he had prepared earlier from his storage bag.

"Fairy Han, this is a gift for you."

A brocade box appeared in Mo Zhehan's hand. He opened it in front of Han Lu, and inside lay a golden pill the size of a thumbnail.

"This is the Imperial Pill. After a cultivator in the early stage of the Golden Core realm consumes it, they can form a pill pattern and advance to the middle stage of the Golden Core realm," Mo Zhehan explained, so that Han Lu from the Central Plains wouldn't be unaware of how valuable the gift he was giving was.

Upon seeing this gift, Han Lu was basically certain of two things.

First of all, Mo Zhehan is indeed an "idiot".

Secondly, Mo Zhehan was indeed lusting after her body and had feelings for her.

Han Lu made a quick decision and, in the same way she had replied to Feng Yufei that day, brought up her "fictional boyfriend."

"Fellow Daoist Mo, I accept your apology, but this apology gift is too valuable, I cannot accept it."

"Actually, I already have a boyfriend in the Central Plains. We love each other and have already pledged our lives to each other."

"So if you're trying to get along with me with the idea of ​​making me your Daoist partner, then we should keep our distance."

Han Lu's rejection of Mo Zhehan was even more direct and straightforward.

After all, Han Lu didn't dare give Mo Zhehan even the slightest hope, lest he become so reckless that he resorted to night raids or remembered the saying, "If I can't have his heart, I'll get his body."

As expected, Han Lu's answer made Mo Zhehan feel as if his heart had been shattered.

He silently put the small box back into his storage bag, said a dry "I wish you happiness" to Han Lu, and then dragged his feet away.

While this state isn't quite as dramatic as being completely distraught, it's not far off.

Watching Mo Zhehan's departing figure, Han Lu felt somewhat guilty. After all, being so cold to someone who was clueless about love was a cruel thing to do, and it didn't fit Han Lu's style.

After thinking it over carefully, Han Lu sighed, "Forget it, let's leave it at that for now."

"Consider it a psychological battle against Mo Zhehan before the match."

"Given his personality, he should be able to move on from this soon."

"If all else fails, I'll apologize to him again before I leave."

"Anyway, the Central Plains and the Great Yu Dynasty are 100,000 miles apart. Even if he has ideas, it is difficult to realize them. At most, it can be considered unrequited love."

"I can also have a clear conscience."

Han Lu tried to comfort herself with reasons, so as not to let this behavior, which was inconsistent with her usual style, cloud her mind and cause unnecessary trouble.

Han Lu didn't realize that because of the poison she had just experienced and what happened yesterday, she seemed to be somewhat different from the person she was in the Central Plains.

If Han Lu's gender was closer to neutral before.

Now, after meeting some people and experiencing some things, she is gradually developing in the direction of womanhood.

As for whether Han Lu will eventually break free from the influence of Feng Bailu or Xiaoyaozi and become a standard female cultivator, she, who has not yet realized this, has no way of predicting.

[Author's Note] The protagonist is good-looking, highly talented, and kind-hearted. It would be really strange if no one pursued him.

Chapter 630 Dong Fengyu's Second Lesson

He met the girl he liked for the first time, only to find that she was already taken.

Mo Zhehan, whose first love lasted only a day, seemed to have lost his soul and instinctively returned to the rest room of the Jitian Palace cultivators.

His demeanor was noticed by many disciples of the Jitian Palace who were watching the gossip from the stands.

Based on this, many people began to use their imagination to speculate about what exactly happened during the three or four minutes that Mo Zhehan and Han Lu were alone in the lounge.

"Could it be that Senior Brother Mo is a quick-draw gunner who surrendered as soon as he picked up his gun, and was scolded by Fairy Han, which is why he looks so dejected?"

"It can't be that bad. Senior Brother Mo is a True Spirit. I've heard stories say that although True Spirits have low fertility, they can last for one or two hours during intercourse. They certainly wouldn't finish so hastily."

"I think maybe Senior Brother Mo confessed to Fairy Han and was rejected, which is why he's so distraught." This theory was reasonable and well-founded, and it was agreed upon by the surrounding cultivators who were also discussing the matter enthusiastically.

"Oh, that's such a pity. If Senior Brother Mo could marry Fairy Han, then no matter what the outcome of this competition is, wouldn't the championship still belong to our Jitian Palace?" a "patriotic" cultivator lamented.

Another cultivator, who shared the same "eugenics" ideas as Mo Zhehan, also started to have wild thoughts.

"If Senior Brother Mo and Fairy Han get married and have a child, what kind of true spirit bloodline do you think that child will have? Once they start cultivating, they will definitely be a cultivator with outstanding talent and combat power."

……

The crowd was buzzing with discussion, treating the incident as the hottest gossip outside the ring.

If Mo Zhehan overheard their discussion, he, already feeling deeply frustrated, would definitely challenge them to a duel. He would use these gossipy, idle people as punching bags, venting his frustration through combat and trying to recover from the pain of heartbreak.

Back in the lounge, Dong Fengyu, who had advised Mo Zhehan to strike at the right time, saw Mo Zhehan's appearance and knew that his junior brother was almost certainly going to fail.

After offering words of comfort, Dong Fengyu inquired about what Mo Zhehan had said and done, hoping to find out the situation and a better way to console him.

After explaining everything in detail, Mo Zhehan hoped that Dong Fengyu would give him some effective advice and help him find his way out of the predicament.

Mo Zhehan doesn't look like a cultivator with strength comparable to the early stage of the Golden Core realm at all.

Hearing from Mo Zhehan that Han Lu already had a "former love" and they had secretly pledged their lives to each other, Dong Fengyu's heart skipped a beat. He knew that his junior brother's first love was likely to end like this.

However, in order to comfort Mo Zhehan and help him regain his spirits, Dong Fengyu pointed out a path that seemed to offer some hope.

"Junior brother, it's just a private engagement; we're not married yet."

“A good man like you is hard to find even with a lantern. Otherwise, Han Xianzi wouldn’t have opened up to you last night and talked about so many private things.”

"Beautiful women all like strong men. If you can make Fairy Han admit defeat in this afternoon's match, she might start to respect you a little."

"then……"

"Now you need to show your best side as much as possible and use your persistence to win back Fairy Han's heart. At the very least, you need to make her see your true feelings."

“Turn this respect into love.”

"At that time, everything will fall into place naturally."

"Remember this: talk less and do more, do it first and talk later."

……

As Dong Fengyu's blueprint for love became more complete, Mo Zhehan's eyes gradually regained their focus, and his previously hunched and slumped back became as straight as usual.

Seeing Mo Zhehan's change, Dong Fengyu breathed a sigh of relief, added a brief ending, offered a few words of encouragement, and then concluded the second lesson.

Mo Zhehan patted Dong Fengyu on the shoulder and laughed, "Senior brother, you're absolutely right, we'll listen to you."

To avoid a situation where high hopes lead to great disappointment, Dong Fengyu gave Mo Zhehan another piece of advice.

"Junior brother, but love is something you can't force."

"There is no other cultivator in the world who is the perfect match for Fairy Han. If you can't get her, there's no need to hang yourself on one tree."

“I understand,” Mo Zhehan sighed and said, “If I try my best but fail, then it’s just that I entered her world decades too late. We were destined to be apart.”

"If she can be happy, then I have no regrets."

Seeing how successfully he had enlightened his junior brothers and sisters, Dong Fengyu even wondered if he could open a course in the sect to help them find their way out of the sea of ​​love.

Han Lu had no idea that Dong Fengyu was so incredibly capable that he could restore Mo Zhehan's spirits from a state of "heartbreak".

After temporarily getting rid of Mo Zhehan, she hurriedly caught up with Fu Tianqiao.

As soon as the two returned to their residence, they encountered Songbai Daoren and Elder Fanqian.

The two Golden Core cultivators tacitly avoided mentioning Han Lu's transformation into a True Spirit today. Instead, they told Han Lu and Fu Tianqiao about the good news that had come from the Central Plains.

Just as the cultivators of the Extreme Heaven Palace triumphed on their home turf on the first day, the four cultivators from the two major sects of the Central Plains who chose to stay in the Central Plains also achieved a series of victories on their home turf.