Immortal Travel of Longevity

Chen Changsheng had given the token to Lu Qishan. It was just a leaf holding a trace of his Magical Power—which, naturally, was the same power stored within his sword. His Magical Power was highly distinctive; there was no way the Old Dragon King wouldn't recognize it.

The Old Dragon King wouldn't make things difficult over such a matter.

Today's incident hadn't been born of genuine anger, but rather a whimsical urge to kick up a fuss. The two of them were evenly matched, and neither demanded deference from the other. That was exactly why they could interact so freely.

Even Yunxiang had said, "Only Mister and the Dragon Lord are truly pure friends."

Chen Changsheng didn't deny it.

It was the truth. He didn't know many people, and among the connections he did have, many were tangled with complicated, unspoken feelings. Some feared him, and others revered him, but neither made for true friends.

That was why Chen Changsheng liked Lihua's innocence and the Dragon Lord's unreasonableness. As for Miss Yun, he couldn't quite explain it—perhaps it was simply the weight of their shared years.

"Let's go."

Yunxiang asked, "Mister, where are we heading next? Are we going straight to Shangjing, or..."

Speaking of which, he was particularly curious about this newly established Daoist sect.

The Quanshan Cultivators were somewhat similar to the Maoshan sorcerers from his past life, but not entirely. The path Quanshan walked was much more overbearing, and many of their Divine Abilities felt downright eerie.

For example, the arts the Quanshan Cultivators had displayed at the Investiture of Immortals Assembly—manipulating the corpses of dead demons—were somewhat similar to puppetry, yet they radiated a wicked nature.

Yunxiang said, "I heard that Quanshan, much like the Green Immortal Palace in Qingshan City, is a Land of Immortals."

"The methods of Quanshan Cultivators are indeed beyond those of mortals, so calling it a Land of Immortals isn't wrong. But we still need to see it for ourselves. This Chen keeps feeling that Quanshan might turn out to be quite unexpected."

The horse carriage rolled forward.

After traveling for half a shichen, Yu Hongjin finally sobered up.

She had no memory of what had just happened and felt rather dazed.

Seeing that she was awake, Yunxiang scolded her briefly before kicking her out to the front to keep Mister company while he drove the carriage.

Chen Changsheng looked at Yu Hongjin and asked, "Oh, got kicked out, did you?"

Yu Hongjin smacked her lips. "Mister Chen, don't make fun of me. I was just greedy for a moment, um..."

Chen Changsheng chuckled. "Was the Dragon Palace's wine good?"

Yu Hongjin thought for a moment. "It was good, but it felt like something was missing."

"Missing what?"

"It lacked... it lacked..."

Yu Hongjin pondered for a while, struggling to find the right words before finally saying, "It lacked what wine should have the most. You might not know this, Mister Chen, but there's a huge difference between wine brewed in a tavern and wine brewed at home. The taste might be exactly the same, but the homemade one just feels better to drink. It's probably because you brewed it with your own hands."

Chen Changsheng roughly understood what she meant. He asked, "Then what do you think of Brother Li's wine?"

"Ah, his..."

Yu Hongjin thought about it and said, "It's good. It's not missing anything."

Chen Changsheng said, "So it isn't about who brews it, but the human touch infused into the wine's flavor. That's something you can only feel with your heart."

Yu Hongjin nodded repeatedly. "Right, right, Mister is absolutely correct."

She felt that his summary was spot on.

Yu Hongjin paused before asking, "Speaking of which, you used to really like Autumn Moon Brew, Mister. Why didn't you buy some when we passed by this time?"

Chen Changsheng smiled. "Just as you thought, This Chen felt it was missing a certain flavor."

Yu Hongjin blinked. "Is it because of a person?"

Chen Changsheng nodded. "In my early years, I liked Autumn Moon Brew because This Chen was close to the proprietor who brewed it at the tavern. This Chen didn't visit often, and since the Autumn Moon Brew sold well, it was frequently out of stock. But the proprietor would always save a jar for me. That feeling of being kept in someone's thoughts made This Chen feel that this human touch tasted far better than the wine itself."

"Hmm..."

For a moment, Yu Hongjin didn't know how to respond.

She pondered for a long while before suddenly bringing her fist down into her palm in realization. "So it isn't just wine you're drinking."

Chen Changsheng nodded. "Hong Jin is quite perceptive too."

Yu Hongjin stared blankly, then shook her head. "I only ever put my mind toward wine."

She saw herself very clearly.

Chen Changsheng smiled and didn't answer.

Because in Chen Changsheng's eyes, this too was a skill.

A great skill.

Listening to the conversation between the older man and the young girl from inside the carriage, Yunxiang couldn't help but feel that Hong Jin had truly grown up. But on second thought, she dismissed the idea—Hong Jin had always been a sensible child at heart.

But what truly put her at ease were Mister's words.

It didn't even matter what he was saying. Just hearing Mister's voice was enough to make her feel at peace.

Living for so long in Qingshan City, her heart had never found peace. Yet now, drifting across the world, that heart—once like duckweed adrift on the water—had finally settled.

What she sought in this life had always been small, even insignificant in the eyes of many.

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After crossing the Tongtian River, Quanshan was not far away.

It was said that the mountain gate of Quanshan was personally chosen by an Immortal Master. It was a blessed land, abundant with Spiritual Energy and lush with vegetation.

There were even rumors that drinking the spring water from the mountain could prolong life and allow one to live to a hundred. This led countless commoners to head up the mountain for water, forming lines as long as dragons. Peddlers had even set up at the foot of the mountain, selling water to make a fortune.

Quanshan had actually tried to stop them, advising the commoners and telling them that the spring water had no magical effects, but it did little good. After a long time, the sect simply tacitly permitted it.

"So many people!"

Yu Hongjin gasped in amazement.

Countless people were going up and down the mountain carrying water, and among them were quite a few dressed in luxurious clothes.

After finding out the reason, Yu Hongjin scoffed, "How could it be that miraculous?"

Yunxiang said, "It was never as amazing as they claim. It's just that rumors grew in the telling, leading to this situation."

Yu Hongjin blinked. "Why? Did no one doubt it and try to verify the truth?"

Yunxiang sighed softly. "That is how the world works. When the majority believe something to be true, no matter how much those who know it's false argue, it won't make a difference."

Yu Hongjin fell into thought, then frowned. "What kind of logic is that? Right and wrong, black and white—things should always be made clear."

Chen Changsheng finally spoke up, "Not everything in the world is strictly black or white."

For Yu Hongjin, this seemed rather difficult to understand.

As for Lihua, it merely let out a yawn.

Yu Hongjin looked at Lihua and asked, "You're not curious this time?"

"What?"

Lihua blinked and simply sprawled flat. "It's too hard. Lihua doesn't want to think about it. Thinking is so tiring."

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