Immortal Travel of Longevity

That was the logic behind it.

During the Investiture of Immortals Assembly, they had sought a sliver of survival by attaching themselves to the human dao qi fortune. No longer rejected by heaven and earth, they became celestial officials. It was a fortuitous encounter, but it also came with responsibility.

Since they held the position, they had to fulfill its duties.

If they did nothing, what use were they?

Lu Qishan felt the same. From the very beginning, she knew her position as a celestial official had not come for free. Later, after receiving guidance from the Goddess of the Celestial River of the Tongtian River, she fully realized that the protection of the human dao was no simple matter.

Even casting all that aside, she ought to act with a clear conscience.

Mister Chen had arrived in a hurry, and he was leaving in a hurry.

Lu Qishan stepped out to see him off.

She accompanied Chen Changsheng all the way to the foot of the mountain.

Lu Qishan gave a slight nod. "Have a safe journey, Mister Chen. If you ever encounter any difficulties, simply call out, and our Demon Market will do everything in our power to help."

"Then you have my thanks."

Chen Changsheng smiled. Glancing around, his gaze landed on Zhao Lin, who was dangling at the foot of the mountain in the grip of a giant pincer.

Remembering something, he added, "There is one more thing I nearly forgot to mention."

Lu Qishan paused. "Please speak, Mister Chen."

Pointing at Zhao Lin hanging from the pincer below, Chen Changsheng said, "This Chen brought someone along this time. In terms of talent and strategy, he could certainly help the Demon Market reach greater heights. He is just having a bit of trouble accepting it right now. If he proves willing, please look after him, Forest Deer Immortal Official."

Lu Qishan looked at the man. To the naked eye, there seemed to be nothing special about him.

"Of course," Chen Changsheng said. "If he isn't willing, there is no need to force him."

Understanding his meaning, Lu Qishan nodded, silently committing the matter to memory.

Yet her expression turned exceptionally serious.

Her gaze lingered on Zhao Lin, not moving away for a long time.

How could someone Mister Chen thought highly of be ordinary?

"I will take my leave then."

With those words, Chen Changsheng headed down the mountain.

Lu Qishan cupped her hands slightly, watching him depart.

She gazed at his back.

His silhouette looked somewhat lonely, exactly the same as when she had seen him in the spirit cage.

Even now, she didn't understand what this gentleman was truly pursuing. He gave the impression of an idle wanderer, seemingly free and untethered, yet steeped in quiet resignation.

Blinking, Lu Qishan gathered her thoughts and returned to the Demon Market.

Chen Changsheng simply left, making no move to rescue Zhao Lin.

In his view, Zhao Lin now had a choice. Whatever happened next was the man's own business. Whether he proved willing or not, it was just a different way to live.

There was no need to force anything.

Dangling from the pincer, Zhao Lin sighed, looking left and right as he waited for Chen Changsheng to come save him.

At some point, he caught sight of a figure walking past a distant mountain stream.

The silhouette looked somewhat similar to Chen Changsheng.

"Huh?"

Zhao Lin froze, though he felt it was unlikely.

Surely that man named Chen wouldn't just abandon him here.

Probably not.

Unexpectedly, instead of Chen Changsheng, a beautiful woman arrived.

"Qingsuo," Lu Qishan called out.

Qingsuo looked at the newcomer and smiled. "Sister Lu, what brings you here?"

Stepping forward, Lu Qishan patted her hair and said, "Let him down."

Qingsuo blinked in surprise. "Him?"

"Yes," Lu Qishan said. "I have business with him."

Zhao Lin stared blankly. After being lowered to the ground, he was somewhat at a loss.

He tentatively asked, "Excuse me, miss, did Brother Chen ask you to save me?"

Lu Qishan shook her head. "Mister Chen has already left."

"L-left?!"

"Yes."

Looking at him, Lu Qishan said, "Mister Chen said it is up to you whether you stay or go. You can also stay in our Demon Market for a few days before making your decision."

Zhao Lin opened his mouth, his eyes filled with dismay.

"He sold me out..."

He muttered, cursing profusely in his heart.

"Damn it! He really sold me out?!"

Stomping his foot in anger, Zhao Lin kicked a nearby rock, only to immediately grab his foot and hop around in pain.

"Hiss..."

Rubbing his ankle, he demanded, "What kind of benefit did you give him to sell me out like this?!"

Seeing the man act so foolishly, Lu Qishan couldn't help but laugh. "Mister Chen didn't ask for any benefits."

Zhao Lin grew even more furious. "That bastard looks down on me! He thinks I'm not worth a damn penny, doesn't he? Fine! Fine, fine, fine!"

"That isn't what he meant," Lu Qishan said helplessly.

Zhao Lin snorted and fell silent.

He squatted down, feeling a sour taste in his mouth.

It was mostly because the man named Chen had abandoned him so casually. He had honestly thought the two of them were brothers.

"And to think I actually came back..."

Zhao Lin muttered to himself, tossing out a few more curses under his breath.

Lu Qishan asked, "Mister Chen said he wouldn't force you. If you don't wish to stay, sir, I will let you leave right now."

Zhao Lin fell into thought.

An unknown amount of time passed.

Still sitting on the ground, he looked up and said, "I'll go up the mountain with you!"

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Chen Changsheng arrived at the riverbank where the bamboo raft was moored.

However, someone had already been waiting there for a long time.

It was the Little Beggar.

He couldn't really be called a little beggar anymore. He was much older now, no longer a young child.

The beggar stood up and looked at Chen Changsheng.

Chen Changsheng halted his steps. "Why are you here?"

The beggar opened his mouth and said, "You tricked me out of my money pouch, Mister Chen. I have nowhere to go and nothing to eat. I'm going to starve to death."

Chen Changsheng smiled helplessly. "With all your skills, how could you possibly starve?"

Scratching his head, the beggar grinned. "A single penny can stump a hero."

Chen Changsheng chuckled, then asked, "So what is your intention now? Are you planning to extort This Chen?"

The beggar hurriedly shook his head. "That's not it. It's just... I just have a matter I'd like to ask you about."

"What is it?" Chen Changsheng asked.

The beggar opened his mouth, but seemed to find it difficult to speak.

"Hmm?" Chen Changsheng blinked.

Exhaling slowly, the beggar lowered his head. "I... I don't know where to go..."

Chen Changsheng was a bit confused. "Are you asking This Chen to point out a clear path for you?"

The beggar shook his head repeatedly. "No, no, no. I'm not asking for your guidance either. When I say I don't know where to go, I mean... I mean..."

He pursed his lips. "I mean it literally."

He drifted through this world without a single relative by his side.

Where he should go and what he should do, he simply didn't know.

His life had no meaning. Everything felt completely empty.

Chen Changsheng paused, somewhat surprised.

After a long moment, he asked, "What is your name?"

"My surname is Ning, and my name is Ning Bufan. It was the name that old monk gave me."

Chen Changsheng nodded. "I will give you a ride."

Ning Bufan stared blankly before joy covered his face.

"Thank you, Mister Chen! Thank you!"

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