Immortal Travel of Longevity

Four cities were lost, and a massive army was pressing down on the borders.

The King of Wei surrendered.

He had left a way out for the soldiers under his command.

He walked out of Qingshan City alone.

On this day, the three kings met.

They were the Prince of Yan, Zhao Gongzuo; Prince Jin, Zhao Yong; and the King of Wei, Zhao Lin.

The King of Wei personally delivered his terms of surrender.

Prince Jin and the Prince of Yan forged an alliance. Using Qingshan City as the boundary, they divided Weidi between them, with the city itself falling under the Prince of Yan's territory.

Behind the King of Wei, his military officers clenched their fists. Resentment burned in their hearts, mostly because their lord was being subjected to such humiliation.

"We are useless! Hahaha..."

The officers beat their chests and looked to the sky, howling in despair.

That day, five officers under the King of Wei's command slit their throats before Qingshan City. Their swords ran red with blood; their shame was simply too great to go on living.

The King of Wei drew his sword and roared, "You bastards! Who gave you permission to draw your swords? Bastards!"

If he had not stopped them in time, there was no telling how many more would have ended their lives right then and there.

The King of Wei hadn't shed a single tear when he surrendered, but now his eyes were bloodshot. Hot tears welled up.

The remaining officers lowered their heads, fists clenched tight.

The King of Wei's voice trembled slightly. "Good. You are all true men, but even true men need to stay alive, don't they?"

"All of you, live well for me. Just live well..."

The military banner of Great Wei fell.

This battle did not see much slaughter.

After losing four cities in succession, the King of Wei drafted his terms of surrender at Qingshan City. The soldiers under his command were divided between Prince Jin and the Prince of Yan.

Upon returning, Zhao Gongzuo reported the matter.

When Zhao Wuji heard the news, he fell into a slight daze. He paused before saying, "The King of Wei truly lives up to his reputation as a virtuous ruler..."

"It was originally decided that the King of Wei would be handed over to Prince Jin," Zhao Gongzuo said. "But an unexpected variable occurred. That day, an inexplicable demonic wind whipped up and swept the King of Wei away."

"Oh?"

Zhao Wuji blinked in surprise. "A demonic wind?"

Zhao Gongzuo nodded. "It was truly bizarre. The wind suddenly kicked up, and in the blink of an eye, the man was gone."

Zhao Wuji pondered for a moment. "Prince Jin had no reaction?"

Zhao Gongzuo paused. "Prince Jin? He didn't really react at all. He just stood there and watched in silence."

Zhao Wuji found this strange. He tapped on the table, deep in thought.

Everything had already been settled; there was no reason for Prince Jin to pull a stunt like this.

In that case, it probably wasn't Prince Jin's doing.

It would have been completely pointless.

Then who could it be?

Zhao Wuji couldn't make sense of it. Try as he might, he couldn't think of anyone capable of pulling off such a feat.

"Could it be the Imperial Court?" Zhao Gongzuo asked.

Zhao Wuji shook his head. "The Imperial Court doesn't have that kind of capability."

"Capability?"

Zhao Gongzuo didn't quite understand what he meant.

Zhao Wuji waved a hand. "You may take your leave."

Seeing this, Zhao Gongzuo realized he had asked something he shouldn't have and held his tongue.

As he turned to leave, Zhao Wuji called out to stop him. "Oh, right. As for those Wei soldiers, if they don't wish to stay, let them go."

"Is that... really a good idea?" Zhao Gongzuo felt a pang of reluctance. That was a lot of soldiers.

Zhao Wuji replied, "Not many will actually leave. Just consider it a small comfort to the King of Wei."

Zhao Gongzuo didn't try to persuade him further and promptly withdrew.

Left alone in the room, Zhao Wuji resumed his contemplation of the demonic wind.

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Meanwhile, Zhao Lin was sitting on a boat, nibbling on a piece of dry flatbread bit by bit.

The flatbread was incredibly hard. It hurt his teeth and was difficult to swallow.

It had absolutely no flavor or grease to it.

"This is all you're giving me to eat?"

He looked toward the edge of the bamboo raft, where Mister Qingshan sat holding a fishing rod, quietly waiting for a fish to take the bait.

Chen Changsheng turned around and gave him a look. "Oh? Still think you're Prince Wei, do you?"

Hearing this, Zhao Lin instantly deflated. He reluctantly took another bite of his flatbread and grumbled, "You really know how to rub salt in the wound."

Chen Changsheng gave him a look and let out a light snort. "I don't even know how you managed to lose so quickly. Weidi is vast, and you held the geographic advantage. You should have been able to hold out for at least half a year to a year."

Zhao Lin shot back, "Hey, it's easy for you to say!"

"I am sitting down."

"Fine, fine, fine! If you're so capable, why didn't you go be the King of Wei?"

Chen Changsheng chuckled. "I am already on the path of cultivation. Why would I want to be a prince? Do you think I have nothing better to do?"

"You..."

Zhao Lin was left entirely speechless. He let out a heavy sigh and muttered, "Son of a bitch. If I had known, I should've just stuck my neck out early on and let Prince Jin chop it off with a single stroke."

"Prince Jin couldn't bear to kill you," Chen Changsheng said. "Knowing his temperament, he would have definitely kept you captive. He would have used you, employing a few tricks to make the Wei Army sincerely submit to him."

"Prince Jin could never persuade me," the King of Wei said.

Chen Changsheng chuckled. "You are ultimately a mortal, after all. How could you possibly fight him?"

Hearing this, the King of Wei retorted, "What's wrong with being a mortal? A mortal can still..."

He suddenly froze, catching on to the implication. "What do you mean? Prince Jin isn't a mortal?"

Chen Changsheng nodded slightly. "Prince Jin hasn't been the original Prince Jin for a long time. He was replaced."

As he spoke, he tugged on the fishing rod.

His eyes lit up as a fish was hoisted from the water.

The King of Wei hurriedly leaned in. "Replaced? How? What's going on?"

"Something akin to possession."

"Possession?"

Zhao Lin processed the term for a moment, and his heart leapt in shock.

"Th-this..."

Chen Changsheng grabbed the fish and examined it. "Quite plump. It's enough for me to have a good meal."

He cast the fishing rod out again. "Regardless, these matters have nothing to do with you anymore. The King of Wei is already dead."

Zhao Lin sat there in a total daze.

He sat on the bamboo raft, his thoughts churning for a long time, unable to settle.

He lowered his head and glanced at the dry flatbread in his hand, suddenly feeling somewhat adrift.

But he couldn't deny it. He was indeed no longer the King of Wei, and there was no chance he would ever return to the conflicts of the realm.

Yet, upon second thought, he let out a long breath of relief.

He actually felt much lighter now.

Prince Wei said, "You're right. I won't concern myself with these matters anymore."

"Just live well for the rest of your days," Chen Changsheng said.

Prince Wei leaped to his feet and leaned in. "How about you teach me some Daoist arts? I'll spend the rest of my life seeking immortality and pursuing the Dao. Wouldn't that be great?"

"With your aptitude, the chances of suffering cultivation deviation are incredibly high."

"But I have you, don't I?"

"Am I your dad?"

Zhao Lin slapped his hands together in a solemn salute and yelled, "Dad!"

Chen Changsheng was stunned. "You have absolutely no shame," he scolded.

Zhao Lin grinned. "The opportunity is right in front of me! What's a little 'dad' between friends? This is exactly what they mean when they say a true man knows when to yield."

Chen Changsheng smiled helplessly. "You really are something else."

"Good brothers for a lifetime," Zhao Lin pressed. "Just tell me, will you teach me or not?"

Chen Changsheng replied, "I don't understand cultivation all that well, but I can introduce you to a few people. In truth, the True Men of Qingxian Temple are far more experienced and reliable than I am."

Zhao Lin pondered this for a moment. "That does seem to be the case..."

Chen Changsheng stared at him, then shook his head in resignation.

This guy really did think he was unreliable.

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