Immortal Travel of Longevity

As for its appearance, Zhao Wuji couldn't really describe it. That was all in the past anyway, and he had only asked for this one favor.

"As payment, he claimed the Sheng River's water fortune."

Chen Changsheng frowned slightly. "The Sheng River's water fortune?"

The first person who came to mind was Long Rong.

But there were a few inconsistencies.

"You never saw that demon?"

Zhao Wuji nodded. "I only heard its voice. I never saw it in person."

"What did it sound like?"

"Like an old man."

From the look of it, Long Rong hadn't seized the water fortune of Yan Land's Sheng River on her own. Someone had indeed been helping her from the shadows. More than likely, the demonic qi on her had come from this very person.

Chen Changsheng paused, looking at Zhao Wuji. "The Prince of Yan..."

Zhao Wuji met his gaze but merely smiled, offering no explanation.

Chen Changsheng understood.

It seemed many things had been arranged long ago.

Zhao Wuji might not care for the throne, but he was no fool. If he truly decided to make a move, his methods would be far from ordinary.

Scheming...

Nothing but scheming.

This world was full of deceit. It had always been this way.

Tangled and opaque.

Everyone had their own methods, and everyone hid their own trump cards. Until the very end, it was impossible to say how things would truly unfold.

Chen Changsheng had found out everything he wanted to know.

Afterward, he let those three men leave.

But the moment those three stepped out of the inn...

Chen Changsheng noticed a wisp of death qi floating between their brows.

He found it odd.

These three men were going to die.

If so, they would most likely die by Zhao Wuji's hands.

Chen Changsheng shook his head, murmuring, "It seems he knows who I am..."

Perhaps yesterday's meeting at Liuyun Temple hadn't been a chance encounter after all.

From the very beginning, Zhao Wuji had known exactly who Chen Changsheng was.

In truth, the lives of those three men hardly mattered. As far as Zhao Wuji was concerned, if they died, they died. He hadn't come here to save them; he had come to see Chen Changsheng.

Chen Changsheng fell into deep thought.

"He certainly has some nerve."

Chen Changsheng muttered to himself. Then again, it was his own lack of care that had let him wander step by step into this trap.

"But why did he come here today?"

Chen Changsheng mulled it over.

Zhao Wuji was clearly hiding something in his words.

But looking closer at what he had implied, the thing Chen Changsheng cared about most was the matter of the Sheng River.

Did he want to resolve the current situation at the Sheng River?

Or did he want to deal with the demon that had caused it?

It grew quiet around him before Mao'er finally spoke up. "Chen the Good Man isn't happy?"

Chen Changsheng snapped back to reality, shaking his head. "I'm not unhappy. I'm just thinking."

"About what?"

"It seems your Mister has fallen into a trap."

"Ah?"

Chen Changsheng chuckled, patting Lihua's head. "But it's fine. This Chen isn't an idiot either."

Lihua blinked. "Then is Lihua an idiot?"

"Lihua isn't one either."

"Mm-hm."

Seeing that the men outside had left, the innkeeper finally let out a sigh of relief.

He hurried over, serving fresh tea along with fine wine and good food.

Seeing this, Chen Changsheng asked, "Innkeeper, what's all this for?"

The innkeeper forced a smile. "Please rest easy, dear guest. If you need anything at all, just say the word and I'll see it done."

The innkeeper was terrified.

These wanderers of the jianghu killed without batting an eye. He didn't dare chase him away, so his only option was to treat him with the utmost courtesy.

Chen Changsheng smiled helplessly, perfectly aware of what the innkeeper was thinking. "You don't need to be so afraid, Innkeeper. This Chen isn't a villain."

"How could a guest like you be a villain? Of course not, of course not."

Even as he said it, his legs couldn't stop trembling.

Finding it all quite hopeless, Chen Changsheng didn't say anything more. No matter how much he explained, it probably wouldn't get through to him anyway.

A short while later, Miss Yun came downstairs.

"It sounded like a lot of people were here just now?" Miss Yun asked.

Chen Changsheng nodded.

"Were they looking to cause trouble for Mister?"

"Not exactly. It was just the son of an old acquaintance. We just had a brief chat."

Miss Yun nodded. She only cared about Mister's safety.

Not long after, Yu Hongjin came scampering downstairs.

Hong Jin bounded up to Chen Changsheng's side and whispered, "Chen the Good Man, Chen the Good Man, when are we going to buy some wine? Autumn Moon Brew is delicious, you know."

Miss Yun gave her a look. "I can hear you perfectly well."

Yu Hongjin froze, then hurriedly waved her hands. "I didn't say anything!"

Chen Changsheng laughed at the sight.

Yunxiang giggled, patting Yu Hongjin on the head. "You really are a handful. You never listen no matter how many times you're told. Zhishu can't keep you in line, I can't keep you in line, and Mister certainly can't. Sigh..."

Yu Hongjin pouted. "You say that like I'm completely disobedient."

"And are you?"

"..."

Yu Hongjin couldn't think of a comeback.

Lihua chimed in, "Disobedient kids get spanked on the bottom."

Yu Hongjin glared at the cat. "Mind your own business, you stinky cat!"

Lihua blinked. "Disobedient, and she curses people too."

Yu Hongjin gritted her teeth, plotting to give it a good beating sooner or later.

"Alright, enough playing," Yunxiang said. "We'll be leaving soon too."

"Leaving?"

Yu Hongjin blinked in surprise. "We're leaving just like that?"

Completely baffled, she couldn't help but look toward Chen Changsheng.

Chen Changsheng offered no explanation.

In truth, there was no point in staying here any longer.

He had never had a permanent home in all his life. As far as he was concerned, he would stay wherever he found things interesting.

Now that his old acquaintance was gone from this place, he had no desire to linger.

Besides, compared to ordinary people, his time was exceptionally precious. He couldn't afford to waste it.

The horse carriage set off.

It wasn't long before they were driving out of Qiuyue Fang.

Having caught wind of their departure, Hong Sancai had come out to see them off.

"Why make a special trip out here? Isn't it too much trouble?" Chen Changsheng asked.

Hong Sancai smiled. "Mister is leaving. I had to come and see you off."

Chen Changsheng chuckled. "Next time I have a bit more time to spare, we'll share a drink together. Just like the old days—we won't stop until we're drunk."

"It's a promise, then," Hong Sancai agreed. "Mister had better not stand me up."

"I definitely won't."

As they departed, Chen Changsheng was visibly in higher spirits.

Watching Mister's expression, Yunxiang couldn't help but say, "Mister doesn't say it aloud, but deep down, you really do care deeply about your friends, don't you?"

Chen Changsheng found himself unable to argue with that.

Having friends like these on the roads of the jianghu... how could it not bring him joy?

This was the Mortal World, after all.

Yunxiang gave a soft sigh, stepping up behind Mister to knead his shoulders.

Chen Changsheng stiffened slightly, a little uncomfortable with the gesture.

"Mister should relax," Yunxiang told him. "Being so tense all the time can't be comfortable."

Chen Changsheng nodded, slowly exhaling a long breath.

In truth, he was anxious too.

It was just that when it came to the matter of the Yellow Springs, he still didn't have a single clue.

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