Immortal Travel of Longevity

The Immortal-Demon Temple was not actually a temple.

Instead, it was a gathering of demons, cultivators, and the seemingly ordinary people hidden among them.

As a member of the Immortal-Demon Temple, Yu Hongdou considered keeping his belly full his greatest responsibility. His daily routine consisted of keeping watch alongside a group of demons, eating, keeping watch again, and eating again.

It had to be said that life in the Immortal-Demon Temple was fantastic, especially for a palm-sized demon like Yu Hongdou—when he stood in a crowd, nobody could usually even see him.

As a result, Yu Hongdou was always idle. No tasks or errands ever fell to him.

But recently, an old man had been pestering him.

Everyone around seemed quite afraid of him.

Word was that this old Daoist priest had a very high Cultivation Base and a poor attitude toward demons. Because of this, they rarely approached him, all choosing to keep their distance.

Yet this old Daoist was surprisingly good to Yu Hongdou.

Daoist Wuwei did not dare show disrespect. After all his years of cultivation, he had developed a keen eye. Though this little fellow was inconspicuous, Daoist Wuwei felt a sense of familiarity the moment he laid eyes on him.

A slight probe with his divine sense was all it took to remember who it was.

It was the Mister from back then.

This inevitably made Daoist Wuwei ponder the little fellow's origins. Regardless, with that Mister's divine sense residing here, he had to show a degree of reverence.

Thinking back on it, if that Mister hadn't shown mercy back then, he might not even be alive today.

The little fellow munched on some beans and asked, "Priest, what are you thinking about?"

Daoist Wuwei shook his head. "Nothing in particular."

Yu Hongdou blinked and didn't press the matter.

Daoist Wuwei paused for a moment, however, before asking, "May this poor Daoist ask you something?"

Yu Hongdou looked up, staring eagerly at the Daoist.

Daoist Wuwei said, "The state of the world has changed time and time again. After His Majesty ascended the throne, he vigorously promoted reforms, accumulated significant national power, and established the Immortal-Demon Temple. Acting in haste, we thankfully managed to recover some vitality. But compared to the aggressive Prince Yu, we still fall quite short. Now, our only chance at victory lies in catching him by surprise. What do you think will happen going forward?"

Gripping beans in his hand, Yu Hongdou stared eagerly at the Daoist. "Aren't you making things difficult for me by asking that, Priest? How would I understand any of this?"

Daoist Wuwei froze for a moment, then chuckled. He rephrased his question, "Let's make it simpler, then. Do you think it would be better for Prince Yu to be emperor, or the current His Majesty?"

Yu Hongdou smacked his lips. "I don't know. I haven't seen His Majesty, nor have I seen Prince Yu. How would I know who's better?"

But then his tone shifted. "I did hear that Prince Yu is a pretty good person, though. Everyone says that, and they say Prince Yu has a better chance of winning."

"Is that so?"

Daoist Wuwei fell into thought.

He couldn't help but shake his head, his gaze drifting into the distance.

"Actually, this poor Daoist feels the same way. Prince Yu is the one who truly aligns with the will of heaven."

Yu Hongdou asked, perplexed, "But Priest, haven't you been helping His Majesty this whole time?"

Daoist Wuwei shook his head. "That is different. The Dao Palace received grace from The Late Emperor and flourished because of it. Through successive eras of chaos, the Imperial Court lost its power. My Dao Palace must repay this karma."

"Isn't karma something Buddhist monks talk about?"

"Daoist priests also speak of karma. To put it simply, repaying a kindness is fundamental to being human. One cannot be ungrateful."

"I see."

Yu Hongdou thought it over, but ultimately shook his head. "I don't really get it. It doesn't feel worth it."

"Why is that?"

"Priest, you clearly favor Prince Yu, but because of this karma, you sided with the Imperial Court. Now your chances of winning aren't very high. Plus, I heard Prince Yu has plenty of capable and strange experts on his side, not to mention his military strength. If you lose, you and the Dao Palace behind you will have your reputations ruined. People might even die."

Hearing this, Daoist Wuwei was stunned for a moment, but then he started laughing.

"Even so, it must be done. Besides, you're wrong about one thing. Daoism is not a faction; it is a philosophy, a way of thought. Even if this poor Daoist is defeated, Daoism will not vanish because of it."

Yu Hongdou did not understand any of this; he merely shook his head.

He felt the priest was being somewhat irrational.

Daoist Wuwei asked, "And what about you? Why are you here?"

"Didn't you ask me that before, Priest? I got separated and came here by stumbling upon it by sheer luck."

"Now that you know the situation, what will you choose?"

Yu Hongdou thought about it and said, "I don't know, but I don't want to get involved. At worst, I'll just pay back a few meals when the time comes. Besides, I didn't come here on my own; they caught me and brought me here."

Daoist Wuwei smiled and nodded. "If that is the case, it makes sense."

"Yeah."

Yu Hongdou broke off pieces of his bean and ate them. Before long, he had polished off an entire bean.

He looked at the priest and said, "Priest, I think people shouldn't be too stubborn. After all, like you said, this isn't just about you. It's about the entire Dao Palace."

Daoist Wuwei furrowed his brow slightly, but quickly relaxed.

He nodded. "This poor Daoist will consider it carefully."

Yu Hongdou nodded and promptly ran off to play somewhere else.

Unexpectedly, just as he stepped out of the small courtyard...

...he bumped head-on into a ragged old man.

Yu Hongdou turned to run.

"Kid, don't run!"

A voice shouted from behind, and Yu Hongdou immediately froze in his tracks.

The old man grinned, stepped forward, and scooped him up, placing him in the palm of his hand.

Yu Hongdou looked at him warily and said, "What do you want this time? I won't drink alcohol, and I'm not going to a brothel!"

The old man chuckled. "Don't worry, I won't make you drink, and I won't take you to a brothel. I'm taking you to play something else."

Daoist Wuwei stepped out of the courtyard, looked at the old man, and said, "Fellow Daoist, why must you make things difficult for him?"

The old man smiled and said, "Ox-nose, I'm just playing with him. What does it have to do with you? Go cool off somewhere else."

Daoist Wuwei opened his mouth to speak, but could only shake his head helplessly.

The old man took the little fellow out of the city.

They walked all the way toward the outskirts.

Yu Hongdou asked, "Where are you taking me?"

Taking a swig of wine, the old man replied, "I'm going to teach you sword arts. Do you want to learn?"

Yu Hongdou narrowed his eyes. "You're up to no good."

The old man laughed. "Up to no good? I don't care what you think. From today onward, I am your Master. When you see me, you must properly call me Master. Got it?"

"I'm not taking you as my Master!"

"That's not up to you."

Yu Hongdou struggled, unable to break free. "If we're learning the sword, then fine, but why are you taking me out of the city?"

The old man said, "Call me Master and I'll tell you."

"Bah!"

"Heh, you brat, you don't even realize how lucky you are. Did you know? Your Master's name is Jing Wuya. I am a peerless Sword Immortal, and I was once an elder of Sword Mountain. You'd better remember this. When you're out in the world, use my name—it works like a charm!"

"Who would believe you?"

"Hahaha."

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