Immortal Travel of Longevity

He Qing listened to these words and shook her head. "Do all of you Buddhist cultivators talk like this?"

The abbot smiled. "Karma lies in the words. To speak too plainly ruins the subtlety."

He Qing didn't like this kind of beating around the bush.

She had tried to glean some information about her past life from the monk, but in truth, he didn't know much either—only a few fragments.

Realizing this, He Qing lost the desire to ask any more questions.

She simply thought about what the monk had told her: that in her past life, she had sought immortality.

The profound mystery of immortality was far from ordinary.

Out of every ten cultivators in the world, nearly nine pursued the Great Dao of immortality, yet ultimately, not a single one had ever truly walked that path to its end.

He Qing did not believe in true immortality.

The abbot came to the gate to see her off, his face the picture of amiability.

Yet He Qing couldn't shake the feeling that the monk was harboring bad intentions; something wasn't quite right.

Only after she had walked far away did another monk step up behind the abbot.

"Master, this patron has changed a great deal..."

"Indeed."

"But Master, why did you say such baffling things to her?"

"If I weren't baffling, how could I do justice to the things she said back then?"

The monk behind him suddenly understood, but he still asked, "But Master, we are monks. How can we harbor thoughts of revenge in our hearts?"

The abbot chuckled. "When have I ever taken revenge on her? It was just a bit of fun. Your master is still a child at heart."

The monk blinked, entirely bewildered.

He couldn't help but feel that his master was nursing some wicked scheme.

...

After leaving the temple, He Qing traveled straight north.

She finally arrived at Shangjing City.

Its prosperity far exceeded her expectations.

She had never seen such a vast city, not even in the Cultivation World.

The constant shouts and cries of hawkers filled the streets. People came and went in bustling throngs. Amidst the seething noise of humanity, she felt a deep sense of contentment.

Wandering the streets, He Qing bought quite a few novel items.

Seeing them always made her eyes light up. The commoners of the Mortal World were truly ingenious.

"In comparison, cultivators seem incredibly lazy and unimaginative."

Muttering this to herself, He Qing continued her stroll.

This Mortal World—how could one ever see all of it?

...

The demonic dragon coiled in the depths of the abyss.

After years of bitter cultivation, she had achieved Dragon Transformation. Her demonic energy surged into the heavens. In this world, she had transitioned from a demon into a dragon, and upon encountering a fortuitous opportunity, transformed into a True Dragon. One could say she had endured a life of vagrancy, only to find a way out of an impossible situation.

Over the years, Long Rong had returned to Yunfu Mountain to look for Zhao Yuqing.

But in the end, she failed to find him. It seemed he was no longer there.

Regardless, she still remembered his kindness from back then.

She tried searching for him but found no trace. It wasn't until much later, while roaming the Cultivation World, that she stepped into a certain Wine Tavern.

The moment she walked through the door and saw the figure standing inside, she immediately wanted to back out.

But that person called out to her just in time.

"It's you?"

Long Rong froze, knowing she had been recognized.

She simply raised her head and looked at Chen Changsheng.

Chen Changsheng was somewhat surprised by Long Rong's appearance. This demonic dragon actually had no fear of the Heavenly Dao's lightning punishment and still dared to roam the world.

Long Rong said, "Senior Chen, there is no grudge between us. How about letting me go?"

Chen Changsheng paused upon hearing this, then replied, "I don't have the time to bother with you."

Hearing this, Long Rong was slightly taken aback.

But more than that, she was puzzled.

She walked inside and saw Chen Changsheng wiping a cup. Only after glancing around did Long Rong realize that this place was actually a Wine Tavern.

In that case, Chen Changsheng was the tavern's...

Proprietor?

Chen Changsheng asked, "Want a drink?"

Long Rong thought for a moment, then declined.

Most likely, she was afraid the wine was poisoned.

Chen Changsheng asked, "Speaking of which, This Chen is quite curious about where you've been hiding all these years."

"At the bottom of an abyss in the Desolate Sea."

"Is that so..."

Chen Changsheng set down the cup. "I thought you would have thrown your lot in with the Demon Gate."

"Things are too tense right now."

Long Rong said, "The Heavenly Dao has its eyes on me. Only now did I finally have a chance to come out."

"Now?"

Chen Changsheng was a little curious. "This Chen doesn't pay much attention to the affairs of the world. Has something happened recently?"

"You don't know?"

"Why else would This Chen be asking you?"

"The Mysterious Gate and the Demon Gate are fighting over providence. They've been clashing constantly for the past two years, throwing the heavenly mysteries into slight chaos because of it."

"I see..."

Long Rong pursed her lips, unwilling to stay any longer. She said, "Since Senior Chen is here, I won't overstay my welcome. If there is a chance, I will come to pay a visit again."

Chen Changsheng glanced at her. "Zhao Yuqing might drop by in the next couple of days."

Long Rong was taken aback. "Who?"

"Zhao Yuqing. The man who saved you back then."

Long Rong halted her steps. Pursing her lips, she said, "I will visit another day."

"Mm."

Long Rong left, but she didn't go far. She found a place and temporarily settled down.

For the longest time, she had never had the chance to properly thank Zhao Yuqing.

Even though she didn't quite understand why he had saved her in the first place.

But she was far more wary of Chen Changsheng. The events of the past were still vivid in her mind. If he suddenly turned violent, she might be able to escape his clutches, but she definitely wouldn't be able to evade the Heavenly Dao's pursuit.

Fortunately, Chen Changsheng hadn't lied to her.

Two days later, she indeed saw Zhao Yuqing.

When Zhao Yuqing laid eyes on Long Rong, he couldn't help but freeze for a moment.

He was instantly reminded of that figure from within the Dream Method.

But once he snapped back to his senses, he realized it wasn't her. It was the former mountain lord, the current demonic dragon.

"Greetings, Senior Zhao. Long Rong will never forget your life-saving kindness."

Zhao Yuqing recovered his wits. He took a sip of wine and said, "Your temper has mellowed out quite a bit."

Long Rong replied, "Not speaking for years on end inevitably makes one a little quieter."

"You don't need to thank me for anything."

Zhao Yuqing said, "I only do what pleases me. Everything I, Zhao Yuqing, do has always been for my own sake."

Long Rong was silenced by these words. After a moment of thought, she took out an item, seemingly to repay Zhao Yuqing's past kindness.

Seeing it, Zhao Yuqing paused in surprise. "Sea Spirit Gold?"

Chen Changsheng looked over, somewhat curious.

He had never heard of it before.

"It's just a small token of appreciation. Please accept it, Senior."

Zhao Yuqing shook his head. "Keep it for yourself. I have no use for such things."

Hearing this, Long Rong pursed her lips, unwilling to back down. She insisted that Zhao Yuqing accept it.

Seeing this, Zhao Yuqing had no choice but to helplessly pocket the item.

With that, Long Rong hurriedly took her leave without another word.

Only then did Chen Changsheng curiously ask, "What is that thing used for?"

"Extending lifespan."

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