Immortal Travel of Longevity

True Man Wulei agreed to use Qingxian Temple as an array eye.

Under such heavenly momentum, for Qingxian Temple to offer even a modicum of assistance to the one holding back the collapse of the sky was already an opportunity blessed by the world.

That Mister had arrived in a hurry and departed just as quickly.

True Man Wulei could find no trace of this Mister Chen in his memories. It was as if the man had appeared out of thin air.

Yet if one looked back several decades, many still remembered the name Chen Changsheng. He had simply faded from memory, having been absent from this stretch of the Mortal World for a very long time.

...

After leaving Qingshan City, Chen Changsheng traveled to Shangjing City.

He went in search of a sword.

The Taiqing Sword had been left behind in the Mortal World long ago, and Shangjing City was now the most likely place to find it.

Chen Changsheng did not know who was in charge there these days.

Ruyi had passed away, and he did not know whether Miss Dong was still around.

He tried knocking on the door.

A young servant of the manor opened it. He gave Chen Changsheng a quick glance and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

Chen Changsheng thought for a moment before answering, "This Chen..."

Yes, who was This Chen supposed to ask for?

He fell silent for a moment before asking, "Is this still the residence of Commandery Princess Ruyi?"

The servant froze briefly, then explained, "Yes and no. The princess has passed. Nowadays, this is Princess Xuanji's Manor."

"Commandery Princess Xuanji?"

Chen Changsheng did not know who this Commandery Princess Xuanji was and felt somewhat lost.

He asked, "Is Dong Chiyu, Miss Dong, still at the manor?"

The servant frowned. "What exactly are you trying to pull? The two matriarchs of our Commandery Princess Manor passed away many years ago. Why do you keep bringing them up?"

Chen Changsheng said, "This Chen meant no offense. I hope you can forgive me..."

The servant was indignant, but after thinking it over, he decided not to press the issue. "Hurry up and leave. If you're here to swindle someone, you'd better go elsewhere."

With that, the servant moved to shut the door.

Chen Changsheng stepped forward and caught the door. "Please, pass on a message. Just say the visitor is Chen Changsheng. This Chen has come to retrieve an item."

Seeing him act so stubbornly, the servant frowned. He tried to force the door closed, but the man held it firm; it would not shut no matter how hard he pushed.

Accepting defeat, the servant quieted down and muttered, "Wait here."

He went inside to deliver the message, seeking out the manor's steward.

"There's a swindler outside. He dresses plainly, but he doesn't seem like someone we should provoke. His grip is incredibly strong, so he's probably not an easy mark. He insisted I come and announce him. He's still waiting outside the door right now."

"He didn't force his way in?"

"No, he's just waiting outside."

"What's his name? Where is he from?"

"His surname is Chen. He's called something like... Chen Changsheng, I think. I don't know where he's from."

"Chen Changsheng?"

The steward frowned. He felt as if he had heard that name before, but he just could not remember where.

"Gather some men and come out with me to take a look."

"Understood."

The steward brought several of the manor's servants to the front gates.

The door was open, and Chen Changsheng was standing outside, waiting.

The steward sized him up. He did not look like an unreasonable man.

After a brief hesitation, he asked, "Where do you hail from, sir? Do you have past ties with our Commandery Princess Manor?"

Chen Changsheng thought about it and said, "Where do I hail from..."

He did not know how to answer that, so he answered the next question instead. "This Chen could be considered the uncle of Commandery Princess Ruyi."

The steward froze, then instantly flew into a rage.

He didn't waste another breath, shouting a single command.

"Beat him!"

The group of servants behind him immediately swarmed forward.

Chen Changsheng let out a soft sigh. He had known something like this would happen.

Raising his hand slightly, he stirred up a gust of wind.

The crowd of servants rushing at him was blown backward, their tumbling bodies tripping the steward to the ground as well.

"Where did this demonic wind come from?!"

The steward stood up and rubbed his shoulder. His gaze fell upon the man at the door, and realization suddenly struck him.

'An Immortal Practitioner?'

The steward's heart skipped a beat. As the princess's steward, he had seen all sorts of figures. Back when the Daoist priests of Quanshan visited the manor, he had stood nearby and witnessed the methods of Immortal Practitioners.

Therefore, he recognized it at a glance. This wind rising from nowhere was no coincidence.

The steward knew things had gone terribly wrong.

This man would likely be hard to deal with.

He hesitated for a moment before whispering a few instructions to the servant beside him.

"Leave through the back door. Hurry to Quandao Palace and fetch some of the Daoist priests."

The servant nodded and scurried away.

Chen Changsheng looked at the steward and said, "This Chen has no intention of offending any of you. What I have spoken is the absolute truth. I came here solely to retrieve a sword and have no other motives."

Seeing this, the steward did not order his men to attack again. Instead, he stepped forward to negotiate, hoping to temporarily placate the man.

"Sir, the former masters of our Commandery Princess Manor have passed away. Commandery Princess Xuanji runs the house now. We servants are only able to feed ourselves because of the princess. Even if you possess heaven-reaching abilities, you should not make jokes about the ancestors of our manor."

Chen Changsheng paused and lowered his head. "You have likely misunderstood..."

He looked at the steward. "You don't need to fetch the Daoist priests from Quandao Palace, either. There is no point."

The steward stiffened, his eyes narrowing.

He took a deep breath, suppressing his fear, and said, "The princess is the personal disciple of the Quanshan Sect Master, Sanyuan True Man. You should weigh your actions carefully. You are not the only Immortal Practitioner in this world. Do not bring fatal disaster upon yourself."

"Fatal disaster?"

Chen Changsheng fell silent.

Looking at the grand gates of the Commandery Princess Manor, he suddenly had no idea how to prove his identity.

Ruyi was gone, and that girl Dong was no longer there either.

Xuanji had never even met him.

Who here would recognize him?

Chen Changsheng shook his head and offered no explanation.

He turned and walked away.

The steward breathed a sigh of relief.

He reached out to grip the door frame, steadying his trembling legs.

Of course he had been afraid.

But as a steward—specifically, the steward of the Commandery Princess Manor—there were times he had to stand on the front lines.

A long time passed before the man's figure disappeared from view.

Only then did the steward completely relax.

Thinking back on it, he let out another breath and muttered, "Sure enough, he was scared off."

He glanced back at the manor gates.

At the end of the day, it was because the Commandery Princess Manor possessed deep foundations. Otherwise, why would the man have backed down so sensibly?

At that thought, the steward felt that everything he had just done was entirely worth it.

Just then, several Daoist priests hurried over in a panic.

The steward hurriedly stepped forward to greet them. "Greetings to the three Daoist priests."

"Where is the man?" a Daoist cultivator of Quanshan asked frantically.

The steward replied, "He left. Just a moment ago."

"He left?"

"Qingshan, Qingyun, quickly, follow me to find him!"

The priest turned back to the steward. "You are the steward of the Commandery Princess Manor?"

"I am."

"Then there is something you have likely misunderstood," the priest said. "That Immortal Practitioner Chen is probably truly the uncle of your matriarch!"

The steward froze, his face filled with utter bewilderment.

But the three Daoist priests had already rushed off, chasing in the direction Chen Changsheng had gone.

"What do you mean?"

The steward stood stunned, dazed for a long time.

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