Immortal Travel of Longevity

A sudden tenderness would sometimes surface in Zhao Yuqing.

He possessed a sharp tongue but a soft heart. Though he never offered gentle words to anyone's face, he could not help but let them slip when it was occasionally brought up.

He was a walking contradiction.

Just as he had said himself, he had once been caught in the rain.

Long ago, when he first stepped onto the immortal path, his heart had swelled with dreams of the future and Immortals. Then it had all shattered. Everything morphed into falsehood and faded into the past. Even now, the memory carried a sharp sting.

Perhaps this was why Zhao Yuqing cared so deeply for Jiu Fengchun.

They shared the same inescapable fate.

"Then your search for this Sea Spirit Gold is for..."

"To leave him a way out," Zhao Yuqing said. "Back when I was starting out, no matter how difficult things got, there was no one standing behind me. That despair was what truly agonized me—a pain worse than death."

Zhao Yuqing blinked in surprise, then laughed.

"You have a point."

"I am indeed that kind of person."

Chen Changsheng unhooked the Wine Gourd from his waist and passed it to him.

Zhao Yuqing tipped his head back for a long pull of the fine wine, sighing in admiration.

Chen Changsheng asked, "That child has been stirring up quite a bit of trouble lately. It is just as you said—he has a bottom line, but he has been eating things he shouldn't."

"What?"

"Spiritual Veins!"

Chen Changsheng said, "He devoured a third of the Spiritual Vein in the Xuanhuo Immortal Mountain region, and was even discovered."

Zhao Yuqing stared blankly for a moment, then said, "Actually, I have heard as much. And it isn't just Xuanhuo Immortal Mountain. Several blessed grottos have also lost their abundant Spiritual Energy after he passed through."

"People are already starting to notice him."

Chen Changsheng looked at him and said, "I learned some things from Xiao Dongxu. Do you want to hear them?"

Zhao Yuqing paused. "What is it?"

Chen Changsheng hid nothing, recounting everything about the two ancient texts Xiao Dongxu had found.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yuqing furrowed his brow, worry showing on his face.

Chen Changsheng said, "Compared to eating people, his situation going forward will be even more difficult."

"He will eventually stand in opposition to all cultivators."

Zhao Yuqing looked up at the sky and murmured, "Is this destiny?"

Chen Changsheng said, "Perhaps this was all orchestrated long ago. You simply opened it up for him once again."

Zhao Yuqing let out a light sigh and said, "Is it really this difficult for me, Zhao Yuqing, to take in a disciple?"

Chen Changsheng said nothing, tilting his head back to drink.

Zhao Yuqing said, "You and I are both helpless figures between heaven and earth."

"Mm."

Chen Changsheng nodded in agreement.

The two men spoke no more.

The fierce gales sweeping across the Desolate Sea whipped at their hair. For some reason, their eyes carried far more weariness than they had in the beginning.

They were vastly different from when they first met.

Perhaps this was the nature of time, always tormenting a person's heart.

The two men traveled together after that, searching the Desolate Sea for their respective goals.

Having an extra person made things significantly easier.

Zhao Yuqing searched meticulously. Compared to a specific location, Sea Spirit Gold was much harder to find.

Fortunately, his efforts yielded results.

Once Chen Changsheng left, Zhao Yuqing was alone again. Chen Changsheng had asked him to keep an eye out for something, a request Zhao Yuqing committed to memory.

The depths of the Desolate Sea were devoid of light and sound; compared to the outside, it was far more agonizingly lonely.

But to Zhao Yuqing, this was no different from Yunfu Mountain.

...

Jiu Fengchun suffered a fate fraught with hardship.

To fill his stomach, he tirelessly scoured the land for Spiritual Veins. In the beginning, he would still seek out places where Immortal Mountains were located, but after causing too much of a commotion, he no longer dared to return.

He could only restrict his search to uninhabited lands or regions outside the jurisdiction of the Immortal Mountains.

But that was incredibly difficult.

Over the past years, places with abundant Spiritual Veins had all been occupied by the Immortal Sects. How many could possibly be left out in the open now?

Left with no other choice, he could only tread carefully.

He never dared to eat too much at once.

But even so, he was still discovered.

One day, dozens of cultivators pursued him through the mountains.

"Halt!"

Jiu Fengchun only fled with all his might, not daring to pause for even a moment.

He fled from the dead of night until the break of dawn. Only when he saw the sun rise and realized no one had caught up to him did he finally let out a slight breath of relief.

"Like a rat..."

Jiu Fengchun murmured, unable to help but sigh.

But after a night of running, his stomach was hungry once again.

He knew himself better than anyone; if he starved to the extreme, even his consciousness would blur.

Left with no choice, he could not rest any longer and had to keep searching.

He wandered this world, yet never found a single place to call his own. Moving in fits and starts, he was repeatedly hunted down.

Days like this left him utterly exhausted.

"Am I just not meant to live?"

Jiu Fengchun could not help but recall the time his Master had cast him into the Snow Plain. That gaze had been so terribly cold.

He did not know how many times he had been hunted, nor how long he had starved, but from beginning to end, he had barely cried.

Yet at the thought of his Master's gaze, he could not help but weep.

"Master, I haven't eaten anyone... I haven't..."

In the night, his weak cries went unheard by anyone.

Why was his destiny such a torment?

But a bitter bout of crying only brought him a fleeting moment of relief.

He could not find any Spiritual Veins, and he dared not return to those places.

He could only scrounge for wild medicinal herbs in the mountains to eat. He constantly battled his urges; even when his mouth watered at the sight of live animals in the mountains, he chose to let them go.

He maintained the firm belief that his Master would one day acknowledge him again.

"Live."

These two things were all he held onto now.

Over the years, he had traveled to many places. Wherever he went, the Spiritual Energy would noticeably drop.

As these changes grew more frequent, people slowly began to notice the anomaly.

And eventually, these events reached Xiao Dongxu's ears.

"Stolen Spiritual Veins?"

Xiao Dongxu frowned upon hearing this. Furthermore, this was not just an isolated incident at a single Immortal Sect.

It had happened at several Immortal Mountains.

According to the descriptions, the thief had swallowed a portion of a Spiritual Vein right in front of the cultivators.

Swallowed it raw!

Kong Ru nodded and said, "This matter is truly bizarre. Spiritual Veins are incredibly volatile and cannot be consumed directly. The fact that this thief swallowed one directly and is still alive is rather inconceivable."

Xiao Dongxu froze, unable to help but look at the book in his hands.

What was recorded on it was none other than the ancient beast Taotie.

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