The Long Journey to Immortality

"They must have been teleported to the Southern Barbarian Lands," Han Lu concluded in her mind.

But soon, another person in the room made her doubt her judgment.

There was also a bed in the room, and a young woman who looked to be in her early twenties was lying on it.

With fair skin and a delicate figure, she has long black hair like Han Lu, and even their appearances are seven parts similar. However, in terms of temperament, she is closer to being gentle and refined.

If the girl hadn't been wearing a simple, unadorned gauze dress, Han Lu would have definitely thought she was a princess or noblewoman from some country.

"This doesn't seem like the Southern Barbarian lands," Han Lu wondered. "Could the woman lying on the bed have been abducted and brought here?"

Han Lu subconsciously shook her head, letting these random thoughts leave her mind for the time being, and focused her attention on the more pressing issue at hand.

There are people inside.

Han Lu's mind immediately started working, considering her situation, what she should say after being discovered as an uninvited guest, and what reason she should give for being there.

“I have a strange red stone. I just touched it and then I was teleported here.”

Han Lu felt that if she told the truth, most people would probably not believe her.

"Luckily, they're all asleep. If it really comes down to it, we'll just have to hide somewhere."

So, Han Lu tiptoed out the door.

Unexpectedly, after she had only taken two steps, the woman who was sleeping peacefully on the bed suddenly coughed a few times.

The coughing sound instantly woke the girl who was resting against the wall.

This terrified Han Lu.

She looked left and right, but there was no wardrobe where she could hide.

She looked to her right; it was too late to hide under the bed now.

So she simply stood there, waiting for the other party to question her, hoping that she could use her beauty to win their favor and help her out of this predicament.

To everyone's surprise, the girl in the burlap clothes acted as if she hadn't seen Han Lu at all, completely ignoring her and walking straight towards the woman on the bed, shouting loudly as she went, "Miss is awake? Miss is awake!"

"Huh? What's going on?" Han Lu was certain that she was in the other person's line of sight just now.

"Could he be blind? That's impossible..." Han Lu muttered to herself, "Could it be..."

Han Lu looked down at her lower body and realized that something was wrong with her current state.

"Why is my body blurry? Is my head still spinning, or am I seeing things?"

Upon seeing this, a guess appeared in Han Lu's mind.

"Could it be that I'm in a very special state right now, and no one can see me?"

With this in mind, Han Lu decided to give it a try.

She deliberately stood in front of the bed and called out to the two of them, "Can you see me?"

no respond.

She tried to touch the girl in the hemp clothing on the back, but her hand passed right through and didn't touch her at all.

"No way, what happened to me? Did I turn into a ghost?" Han Lu immediately connected her current state with the ghosts described in supernatural novels.

But then, a term associated with Golden Core and Nascent Soul cultivators popped into her mind: soul leaving the body.

Before Han Lu could even figure out her current situation...

The woman who had been sleeping on the bed was helped to sit up by the girl in hemp clothing.

The two shouts from the girl in hemp clothing had caused a commotion outside the wooden house, and soon after, two young men in their early twenties entered the house.

Knowing that she was currently invisible, Han Lu wasn't nervous at all this time.

Aside from instinctively moving to an open space to find a good vantage point to watch the spectacle, she showed no intention of avoiding it whatsoever.

Two young men entered the room. One of them, dressed in a gorgeous silk robe, went straight to the bed and said, "Daughter, you're awake? How are you feeling? Is anything bothering you?"

Han Lu nodded subconsciously, assuming the young man and the girl on the bed were father and daughter, and added, "They are most likely cultivators, or they have the art of preserving their youth."

When she looked at another handsome young man dressed in hemp clothing, standing at the door with a sword in his hand, Han Lu was certain that for a fleeting moment, her eyes met those of the young swordsman.

Han Lu was startled. "Has he discovered me?"

The young swordsman's gaze did not linger on Han Lu's location for even a moment, nor did his expression change. He then turned his attention to the father and daughter.

Han Lu breathed a sigh of relief, but her confusion only deepened.

Looking at the four people in the room, at the furnishings, and then at his own half-real, half-illusory body,

Where am I?

Unfortunately, no one could answer this question for her.

Chapter 120 Senior Fang

Fortunately, the matter of cultivation is inherently full of unresolved and unanswered questions.

Just as no one knows where spiritual energy comes from, or how spiritual power is transformed into various spells through incantations and techniques.

Despite being in such a strange situation, Han Lu didn't dwell on the issue too much.

The answer to the question isn't actually that important to Han Lu right now.

She believed that as she stayed longer, the problem would surely be resolved through some clues.

"But how do we get back?"

Han Lu also only thought about this issue for a moment.

However, with her Qi Refining Level 3 cultivation, she was powerless to make any changes in this near-ghostly state, and could only firmly believe in the saying, "Things will work themselves out in the end."

Just let it happen naturally.

After paying closer attention to the young swordsman for a moment, and confirming that he was not capable of discovering her, Han Lu moved closer to the bed, hoping to hear the conversation between the young "father and daughter" more clearly.

The girl, who had just woken up, saw her father, whom she had been longing to see. After calling out "Father," she excitedly embraced the young man in the silk robe.

Recalling the hardships and difficulties of the father-daughter reunion, the young man in the silk robe had a slight moistness in his eyes.

While stroking his daughter's back with his left hand to comfort her, he secretly used his other hand to cast a spell to check her physical condition.

Seeing that his daughter was only slightly weak and otherwise unharmed, the rather young-looking father breathed a sigh of relief.

The intimate scene between the father and daughter made the two outsiders in the room feel slightly awkward.

The girl in linen clothes was alright; Han Lu guessed she was probably the young girl's servant.

The young swordsman couldn't help but take a half step back, leaning against the doorway, looking out the window as if admiring the scenery.

After a brief moment of intimacy, the girl broke free from the young man's embrace and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with her fair hand.

Upon seeing this, the girl in hemp clothing quickly offered her a cloth, fulfilling her duty.

After the girl, who had just regained consciousness, tidied herself up, she looked at her father, whom she hadn't seen in a long time, and asked, "Father, what happened?"

Clearly, the girl had fallen into a coma due to an accident and was unaware of what had happened during her coma, which is why she immediately asked the young man in the silk robe a question.

Upon hearing this, Han Lu pricked up her ears, afraid of missing a single word.

She was convinced that what she was about to say was crucial to figuring out where she was now.

The young man in the silk robe sighed and began to recount the various stories that had occurred during the girl's coma.

The story is short, told clearly from beginning to end in less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea.

However, Han Lu, who was listening to the story, was unable to control her facial expressions properly in the short time it took to drink half a cup of tea; her expression changed almost every time she heard a sentence.

It turns out that the girl lying on the bed, the young man in the silk robe, and the girl in the hemp clothes beside the bed were not human, but the true spirit phoenix in human form.

"Is it also Huan Feng? Maybe she's related to me." Han Lu muttered to herself, slowly closing her mouth, which had opened in fright.

Because of discord between her parents' ethnic groups, the girl did not live with her father when she was young.

"She looks a bit like me," Han Lu said, referring to her cohabitation with her mother.

A while ago, the girl celebrated her 120th birthday, officially becoming an adult.

"Legend has it that if a true spirit in the human realm cultivates to the Nascent Soul stage, it can have a lifespan of six thousand years, and it is reasonable for them to reach adulthood at 120 years old." Han Lu guessed how many more years of lifespan she could have than ordinary human cultivators after her bloodline awakened.

The young man in the silk robe then extended an invitation to his daughter, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, on the grounds that his daughter needed to come to the clan to study and awaken her true spiritual powers upon reaching adulthood. He hoped that his daughter could return home and stay with him for a while.

Time can solve many problems. The couple, who were already husband and wife, reached a tacit understanding on this matter, and the girl was able to leave her parents' home, where she had lived for over a hundred years, and go out to meet her father.

Unfortunately, as an important figure in the clan, the girl's itinerary was inadvertently leaked, which aroused the evil intentions of the Phoenix Clan's enemies.

On her way home, the True Spirit, who was hostile to Huan Feng, launched an attack, intending to kidnap the girl, and the girl's life and safety became a major concern.

"Fortunately," a smile appeared on the young man in the silk robe as he looked at the young swordsman at the door, "Fellow Daoist Fang happened to be passing by and rescued you."

"Jiao'er, quickly thank Fellow Daoist Fang for saving your life."

With the help of the girl in hemp clothing, the young woman temporarily left the bed, stood up, and respectfully bowed to the somewhat bewildered young swordsman, saying, "Thank you for saving my life, Senior Fang."

The young swordsman waved his hand, indicating that there was no need for such formalities. "It was just a small favor. My human race and the Illusion Phoenix Clan are already on friendly terms, and I have been friends with Fellow Daoist Fengyang for hundreds of years. There is no need for such formalities."

Looking at the young swordsman and listening to how others addressed him, Han Lu had a vague idea forming in her mind.

"Fellow Daoist Fang? Senior Fang? Using a sword... could it be..."

She felt that the conjecture was too far-fetched, too outrageous, and too absurd.

But this absurd conjecture was soon proven to be correct.

“Fellow Daoist Fang, you’re too kind. You descended from the heavens and saved my daughter’s life. This is something that cannot be fully expressed with just a thank you,” the young man in the silk robe emphasized the importance of the matter. “If those bandits had kidnapped my daughter, it would have been a terrible disaster.”

"It seems that Fellow Daoist Fang has improved his sword control skills considerably in the past few decades. You truly deserve to be called the number one sword cultivator of the human race."

Upon hearing this, Han Lu became certain that she had most likely "arrived" in the ancient cultivation era, and the young swordsman standing not far from her was Fang Lin, one of the ten ancient cultivators of the human race.

"I've made some progress, I've made some progress," Fang Lin said modestly. "If it weren't for Fellow Daoist Fengyang receiving the news and rushing over, I wouldn't have been able to defeat those juniors so quickly on my own."

Whether it was a momentary excitement or a genuine intention, Feng Yang actually started worrying about his daughter's marriage, wanting to use the matter of saving his life to betroth his daughter to Fang Lin, a talented young man of the human race.

A young girl in love, Feng Jiao, although 120 years old, is still considered a young girl in the realm of true spirits.

Fang Lin is handsome and has an outstanding temperament, making him a truly excellent marriage prospect.

Hearing her father say this, Feng Jiao really had this idea. She looked at Fang Lin shyly a few times and thought it was feasible, without any objection.