Immortal Travel of Longevity

Fu Hongmei was terrified.

Ever since Mo Yuan made those remarks, an unshakable unease had settled over him.

At night by the campfire, he even felt a bit cold, so he moved closer to the flames.

He was truly terrified of dying.

If this journey really led straight into such a Tribulation, what would he do? That anxiety lingered in his mind, keeping him awake all night. Only when a faint light appeared outside the temple did he realize day had broken.

He hadn't slept a wink, tossing and turning the entire night.

Mo Yuan stretched and yawned. "Instructor Fu, you're up early..."

"Ah?"

Fu Hongmei snapped back to reality and forced a laugh. "Yes, yes."

"Heh, heh..."

Fu Hongmei simply laughed off Mo Yuan's remark.

He was completely distracted right now and didn't feel like talking at all.

A moment later, Chen Changsheng also woke up.

Puddles dotted the road this early in the morning, making the muddy path a bit more strenuous to walk.

But it didn't matter much; traveling had always been like this.

Stomping out the last of the embers, the three prepared to set off again.

However, Fu Hongmei suddenly started dragging his feet.

He didn't know if he should keep going forward.

He feared it would be a dead end.

"Is something wrong, Instructor Fu?" Chen Changsheng asked.

"Nothing. It's just... I didn't sleep well last night, so I spaced out for a moment."

"I see. If nothing is wrong, let's head out."

"Um..."

Fu Hongmei was about to speak, but the words caught in his throat.

Chen Changsheng and Mo Yuan looked at him. "Do you have something else to say, Instructor Fu?"

Fu Hongmei hesitated, at a complete loss, unable to make a decision.

"Tell us while we walk," Mo Yuan said.

With that, Mo Yuan pushed Fu Hongmei out of the temple and onto the mountain path ahead.

Mo Yuan smiled. "With Instructor Fu around, at least I have someone to talk to on the road."

"Isn't Mister Chen here too?" Fu Hongmei asked.

"Mister Chen isn't much of a talker," Mo Yuan said with a chuckle.

"Is that so?"

Fu Hongmei actually found himself growing even more curious about these two.

This master-and-servant pair always gave him a very unusual feeling.

'Why am I thinking about this now!'

Snapping back to the present, his worries flooded his mind once again.

He glanced back at the road behind them.

He wanted to leave, but at the same time, he didn't quite want to.

Sigh...

As they walked, Mo Yuan would occasionally strike up a conversation with Fu Hongmei, almost as if to tease him.

He casually brought up the so-called 'wild rampage of demons,' terrifying Fu Hongmei into shuddering fits and draining the color from his lips.

For Mo Yuan, this was highly entertaining.

In the blink of an eye, the morning passed.

The temperature difference between early morning and noon was drastic. Under the blazing sun, it took less than an hour for the morning dew and dampness to completely dry up.

Sweltering, Fu Hongmei fanned himself. He was sweating buckets, unable to wipe it away fast enough.

Mo Yuan smiled. "Instructor Fu, do martial artists fear the cold and heat too?"

Fu Hongmei gave a helpless smile and found an excuse. "Martial artists naturally have slightly heavier Yang energy, so it's inevitable that we can't handle the heat as well."

He glanced at Brother Mo's master. Throughout the entire journey, the gentleman in the cyan shirt hadn't broken a single drop of sweat. His steps were exceptionally steady, surpassing even his own.

Smacking his lips, Fu Hongmei asked, "Mister Chen must be a martial artist as well, right?"

Hearing this, Chen Changsheng asked, "What makes you say that?"

Fu Hongmei said, "You haven't taken a single sip of water this whole trip, Mister Chen. You haven't sweat a drop, nor have you complained of fatigue. An ordinary person wouldn't have that kind of endurance."

Chen Changsheng smiled. "In my early years, I learned a bit of Qi-nurturing technique from my Master at a Daoist temple. A calm heart naturally keeps you cool, after all."

"I see."

"Your Qi-nurturing technique is truly impressive, Mister Chen," Fu Hongmei said.

In the afternoon, the group arrived at Lin'an Prefecture.

"It's not much further now."

Chen Changsheng said, "Shangjing is only a two-day walk away."

"Only... two days left?"

Fu Hongmei's heart skipped a beat, and the urge to back out flared up again.

Seeing this, Mo Yuan asked, "Why does it feel like the closer we get to Shangjing, the more frightened you become, Instructor Fu?"

"No, I'm not scared."

Fu Hongmei forced a laugh. "I'm just a little nervous. After all, I've never been there before."

"Is that so? I've been to Shangjing many times. How about this—once we reach Shangjing City, I'll take you around to see the sights."

"Thank you, Brother Mo, but there's no need for the trouble. I'll have someone to guide me when the time comes."

"That works too."

Fu Hongmei breathed a sigh of relief, then asked, "Will we be able to make it out of Lin'an Prefecture today?"

"If we don't stop for the night, we'll make it out," Mo Yuan replied.

"L-Let's not do that. Traveling at night isn't very safe."

"You make a fair point, Instructor Fu."

"Then we should pick a place to stay the night, so we don't walk right past it."

Mo Yuan looked at Mister Chen and asked, "What do you think, Sir?"

"Donglin Ward is a good place to stop," Chen Changsheng said.

"Donglin Ward..."

Mo Yuan thought for a moment before saying, "I've heard that the fabrics produced in Donglin Ward are excellent."

"Is that so?" Chen Changsheng said. "I hadn't noticed that before. We can go take a look."

Fu Hongmei kept his head down, completely deaf to their conversation.

The closer they got to Shangjing, the more terrified he became.

At this point, he wanted to leave more than ever.

'Maybe I should just leave tonight. I'll find an excuse.'

As night was about to fall, the three of them finally arrived at Donglin Ward.

Fu Hongmei looked up, only to suddenly freeze.

"Th-this..."

"What is it, Instructor Fu?" Mo Yuan asked, confused.

Fu Hongmei opened his mouth but didn't know what to say for a moment.

He could sense numerous trails of demonic aura inside the ward, as if it were everywhere.

Fu Hongmei said, "This place feels ominous. How about we find somewhere else to stay?"

"Ominous?"

Mo Yuan asked, "What makes you say it's ominous, Instructor Fu?"

Fu Hongmei tried to explain. "It's just..."

He didn't know how to continue. He couldn't exactly tell them that the place was crawling with demons, could he?

"You're overthinking it, Instructor Fu," Mo Yuan said. "This place is perfectly fine. There's nothing ominous about it. Come on, let's go."

"Hey, I'm serious."

"Uh-huh."

Mo Yuan pushed Fu Hongmei forward again.

But he was still terrified. Just as they neared the ward's entrance, he ground to a halt.

"I'm really not going inside. If you and Mister Chen want to go in, go right ahead. I'll just find a spot to sleep outside."

Fu Hongmei was terrified of losing his life.

With this much demonic aura, it was entirely possible that some Demon King had claimed this place as its territory. As an outsider and a minor demon himself, it was best he didn't provoke them.

"Are you strapped for cash, Instructor Fu? Afraid you can't afford the inn? Don't worry, don't worry, I have plenty of money."

"No, I..."

"Let's go!"

Despite his attempts to explain, Mo Yuan forcefully shoved him forward.

He tried to dig his heels in, but to his shock, Mo Yuan's strength was overwhelming, leaving him entirely powerless to resist.

Fu Hongmei was startled.

'Since when were mortal martial artists this strong?!'

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