Immortal Travel of Longevity

In the wake of the inner demon's impassioned speech, Zhao Yuqing frowned deeply. "Heaven has its Heavenly Dao, and all things have their underlying truths. What need is there for so many words?"

"Hahaha..."

The inner demon burst into laughter. "If there truly were no need, why would I appear here? Zhao Yuqing, real is real, and fake is fake! You might not be able to tell the difference, but I can!"

With that, the inner demon raised the Wooden Sword in its hand.

At that moment, Zhao Yuqing seemed to lose all his strength. He raised a hand to block, only to be swept away by the surging Sword Qi.

He crashed to the ground several zhang away, coughing up blood.

Yu Hongdou tried to call out to him, but the Old Sword Cultivator vanished in the blink of an eye.

He sighed softly and shook his head.

He stepped forward, patted Yu Hongdou on the shoulder, and said, "I'm going to get a drink. Focus on your sword practice."

The inner demon was him. Everything it said was nothing more than his own thoughts pushed to the extreme—which meant it wasn't entirely without reason.

He tugged at the Old Sword Cultivator's robes and said, "They're heading straight for us."

Yu Hongdou stood frozen on the spot. Recovering his wits, he turned his gaze toward the Dongqing Sword Immortal.

The Old Sword Cultivator patted his shoulder. "Your cultivation practice is coming along well. Come, let me show you a good seedling."

Yu Hongdou parted his lips, pointing at the person in front of him, and then at the Old Sword Cultivator.

Seeing him hesitate, the inner demon reached forward and grabbed Yan Nantian's hand.

Zhao Yuqing stood stunned. Staring at the hand the inner demon had extended, he fell into a daze.

The Old Sword Cultivator let out a loud laugh, then brought him down into the mountain.

The next moment, four streaks of sword light descended and transformed into four figures.

For a moment, they had no idea why Jing Wuya had returned this time.

The inner demon looked up but said nothing more.

The Old Sword Cultivator laughed heartily. "Impressive, isn't it?"

The Old Sword Cultivator simply cast a faint, passing glance at them.

The moment the Old Sword Cultivator raised his head, the eagle landed steadily on his arm.

"Is that so?"

The inner demon furrowed its brows as Zhao Yuqing declared, "You and I are not the same!"

Jing Wuya muttered a single sentence before pressing his fingers to his lips.

Seeing the man before them, the four immediately bowed and cupped their hands. "Greetings, Twelfth Elder," they said respectfully.

Yu Hongdou snapped back to reality and stammered, "I—I am Yu Hongdou, a mortal-realm demon cultivator."

...

"Hahaha..."

"What the hell is there to be afraid of?"

There were times when he truly thought exactly that.

Hearing this, the Dongqing Sword Immortal nodded repeatedly. "I receive Martial Uncle's decree!"

When Yu Hongdou saw the rising sword light heading straight for them, he jumped in fright.

Under Yu Hongdou's gaze, the sharp cry of an eagle suddenly rang out.

The Dongqing Sword Immortal looked at Yu Hongdou and asked warmly, "I haven't yet asked for my young friend's name."

He seemed to be pondering a few things as well.

Jing Wuya said, "What are you looking at me for? You have to teach him properly either way."

"Back in the day, I drew my sword and slaughtered my way right through this mountain all by my damn self."

The group exchanged uneasy glances, their expressions wavering.

The Old Sword Cultivator chuckled. "They got here pretty fast."

The Old Sword Cultivator let out a laugh, grabbed Yu Hongdou, and shouted, "Let's go!!"

Here, there were omnipotent cultivators capable of scaling the heavens and delving into the earth, and there were demons walking the mortal realm. All living things in this world moved in pursuit of the Great Dao. Everything marched slowly forward, much like the passing of years—never speaking, yet always eventually giving an answer.

Unable to keep his eyes open in the rushing wind, Yu Hongdou yelled, "The wind is too strong! I can't see a thing!"

Yu Hongdou's eyes widened. He saw a sharp-eyed black eagle suddenly dive toward them.

By the time he regained his senses, the inner demon was already right in front of him.

"Hahaha, good boy, good boy! What's this? Did you miss this old man after not seeing me for so long?"

"Good lad."

"Keep bragging."

The Dongqing Sword Immortal cupped his hands in a formal salute. "Greetings, Martial Uncle Jing."

The Old Sword Cultivator stood up.

It turned out that everything he had said before was actually true!

Yu Hongdou cast him a sideways glance, thoroughly unconvinced.

This wasn't the first time Yu Hongdou had heard him say such things.

Only when they reached the high heavens did he truly witness how vast and magnificently grand Sword Mountain was.

The inner demon seemed to have anticipated this outcome.

And then, Zhao Yuqing picked up the sword that had fallen to the ground.

The next moment, Yu Hongdou's vision blurred. The Old Sword Cultivator beside him seemed to transform into a streak of sword light, carrying him straight into the mountain.

Jing Wuya smiled. "Now that's more like it."

Jing Wuya laughed. "You really shouldn't doubt it. I've actually done such a thing before."

Under Yu Hongdou's watchful gaze, a majestic eagle suddenly soared up from Sword Mountain, spreading its wings as it flew toward them.

He really was an elder of Sword Mountain?!

"Heh, it's all in the past now. Best not to dwell on it."

Hearing this, the Dongqing Sword Immortal couldn't help but glance at Jing Wuya.

He took one last look at the inner demon, then turned and walked away.

How magnificent and grand it once was—yet now, this Immortal Mountain was steadily withering away.

Yu Hongdou said, "Just a moment ago you were bragging about being a Sword Mountain elder, and now you're turning around and slapping your own face."

They seemed locked in a stalemate, neither advancing nor retreating, separated by a span of space.

"They... you..."

"Hey!"

Jing Wuya brought him to Sword Mountain, to see the sword sect of the immortal path that had once shaken the world with its name.

"My title is Dongqing. The Dongqing Sword Immortal."

The Old Sword Cultivator looked at Yu Hongdou. "What are you spacing out for, kid?"

Having just entered the Cultivation World, Yu Hongdou had witnessed many new things.

Yu Hongdou froze, utterly at a loss for what to do.

He muttered a single sentence before walking away in the opposite direction from Zhao Yuqing.

He hurriedly asked, "May I know this Sword Immortal's title?"

"Just watch."

The inner demon reached out a hand to him. "Why don't we turn this world upside down and change this dull, tedious heaven and earth? Rise up and join me—wouldn't that be wonderful?"

With that, he pushed Yu Hongdou forward.

Sometimes, certain words truly did not seem wrong.

Right after, he saw a person walking toward them.

A sharp whistle sounded from his lips, echoing in all directions.

Seeing this, Yu Hongdou paled in shock and asked, "Who did you just alert?"

The Old Sword Cultivator stroked its head, praising it for being well-behaved.

Before Yu Hongdou could recover his wits, he suddenly saw several streaks of Sword Qi rise from within Sword Mountain.

Zhao Yuqing snapped back to his senses and suddenly shook off his hand.

"One day, you will understand."

The Dongqing Sword Immortal smiled. "Since Martial Uncle has entrusted you to me, you will follow me and practice your cultivation for the foreseeable future."

Yu Hongdou opened his mouth, initially wanting to refuse. But after thinking it over, it seemed he no longer had any room to say no.

The Dongqing Sword Immortal patted his shoulder. "Don't worry. Martial Uncle can be a bit playful, but that's just his nature. My Sword Mountain holds countless sword manuals; there will definitely be one you like."

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