Immortal Travel of Longevity

Thinking about it, Chen Changsheng truly couldn't reconcile this with the Mo Yu who used to laze about the courtyard playing with Lihua.

Now that Jian Shenghua had brought it up, the inconsistencies were rather glaring.

Back then, Mo Yu had cultivated bitterly in Yunshang Mansion, entirely focused on casting off the shackles of demonic qi. Later, with Manyue's help, he managed to sever the root of it. For him to suddenly come into contact with the corpse arm now was quite strange.

Chen Changsheng paid special attention to the matter—partly out of curiosity, and partly because of the Demon Lord's corpse arm.

Jian Shenghua was a sensible man; there was no need to waste words.

He simply needed to find a crowded place, cause a massive scene, and announce his name. It wouldn't take long for word to spread.

Naturally, this meant someone's luck was about to run out.

According to Jian Shenghua, the unlucky cultivator was a wicked rogue who plagued the region, constantly kidnapping female cultivators for filthy schemes.

"The killer is Ghost Sword Flower."

Over the following days, Jian Shenghua roamed about, punishing evil and eliminating the wicked. Before long, his reputation had spread.

Rumors claimed he was a great cultivator descended from an Immortal Mountain, earning him endless reverence.

He acted just like a wandering hero of the jianghu.

The Cultivation World was vast; there was no telling when Mo Yu might catch wind of it.

But it was fine. Chen Changsheng could afford to wait.

If Mo Yu didn't show up, he could simply arrange for Jian Shenghua to head to the Mortal World. The result would be largely the same.

A few idle days passed.

Chen Changsheng communicated with his severed divine soul.

The small figures left behind in Nanyuan were quietly cultivating. With every breath, they absorbed the essence of heaven and earth.

However, one of the small figures awoke.

It strolled a lap around the courtyard before plopping onto the chair beside Manyue.

Manyue set her book down and shot the small figure a glance.

She blinked, somewhat curious.

"Did something happen?" Manyue asked.

The little figure nodded slightly. "There was a bit of an accident."

It then explained the sequence of events.

Manyue looked thoughtful after hearing the tale. "How much of Jian Shenghua's story do you think is true, and how much is false?"

"I don't know," the little figure said. "I couldn't tell either. Perhaps everything he said is true."

"Oh?"

The little figure said, "He might have left out the beginning and the end. Everything he said was the truth, but the full picture might be completely different."

Manyue nodded. "Make your own decisions. In any case, the affairs of the Mortal World have little to do with me anymore."

The small figure sighed softly. "When the time comes, I might need Miss Manyue to lend me a hand. The waters of the Yellow Springs are truly not easy to obtain..."

Hearing this, Manyue replied, "Just make your plans. When it is time for me to help, I will naturally act."

"Many thanks."

With that said, the little figure wobbled back to the roof and resumed its cultivation.

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"Daddy, time to eat!"

Tong Nianyi shouted from the entrance of the clinic. Seeing her father still engrossed in his medical books, she couldn't help but feel a little angry.

Tong Zhihuan finally snapped back to reality. He hurriedly got up and scooped his daughter into his arms.

"Alright, alright. We're going home to eat, going home to eat."

Tong Nianyi said, "Daddy is always like this, forgetting to eat."

Tong Zhihuan scratched his head helplessly. He was a cultivator, so going without food was common; to be honest, he was still a bit unaccustomed to regular meals. It was only for Nianyi's sake that he had resumed eating three times a day.

Tao'er had already prepared the food. Only when Tong Zhihuan came back carrying Nianyi did she bring the hot dishes from the stove to the table.

"Nianyi, you need to eat more greens so you can grow taller."

"Ugh..."

Tong Nianyi looked at the bright green vegetables, her little face pulling a grimace. She only liked sweet things.

They were bitter, and she hated them.

"Mommy..."

"You have to eat them!"

"..."

Left with no choice, Tong Nianyi picked up a leaf with her chopsticks and put it in her mouth.

The couple watched as Tong Nianyi swallowed it whole without chewing a single time.

Tong Zhihuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, which quickly earned him a scolding from Tao'er.

The family was right in the middle of their meal.

Suddenly, Tong Nianyi froze, all color draining from her face.

Clatter.

Her chopsticks dropped to the floor as she clutched her head.

"Nianyi, what's wrong, Nianyi?"

Deathly pale, Tong Nianyi looked at her parents and cried, "It hurts... my head hurts..."

It hurt terribly. The little girl's eyes immediately turned red, and tears spilled down her cheeks from the agony.

Sensing something was terribly wrong, Tong Zhihuan hurriedly grasped his daughter's hand.

Then, Tong Zhihuan summoned his divine sense and entered Nianyi's Sea of Consciousness.

Looking ahead, he saw Mister Qingshan sitting cross-legged. In front of the Mister were two diametrically opposed strains of divine sense—one robust, the other feeble.

At that moment, Mister Qingshan was whittling down the wood spirit soul. With a mere lift of his hand, he sheared away more than half of its wood spirit qi.

Before long, the tremors within the Sea of Consciousness settled down.

Tong Zhihuan hastily called out, "Mister!"

Chen Changsheng's divine sense glanced at him, but merely raised a hand and said, "Withdraw."

Tong Zhihuan was momentarily stunned, but he quickly reacted. Cupping his hands in a respectful salute, he immediately withdrew from Tong Nianyi's Sea of Consciousness.

The little girl's Sea of Consciousness was already complicated enough; it was highly inappropriate for others to intrude.

Tong Zhihuan returned to his senses.

Tao'er anxiously asked, "How is she?"

Looking down, they saw that Tong Nianyi had passed out, but she still didn't seem relaxed. Her face was deathly pale, and her tiny brows were tightly furrowed.

Tong Zhihuan sighed softly. "With Mister balancing things in Nianyi's Sea of Consciousness, she will be fine for now. It's just that she will have to suffer a bit..."

Whether it was the wood spirit soul or the Human Dao soul, both were a part of Tong Nianyi. The pain inflicted on the wood spirit soul was fully reflected onto her physical body.

Tao'er's heart ached endlessly. Gently stroking Tong Nianyi's hair, she murmured, "It's alright now, it's alright..."

This child was going to endure plenty of suffering in the days to come.

Ultimately, the wood spirit held an innate advantage over the human spirit, meaning it would only grow stronger and faster as time went on. Consequently, Tong Nianyi would have to endure this situation countless times, and each time would be more agonizing than the last.

After Chen Changsheng finished suppressing the wood spirit, he fell silent once more, guarding Tong Nianyi's Sea of Consciousness to prevent either side from growing too dominant.

Far away in the Cultivation World, Chen Changsheng opened his eyes and sighed softly.

"This girl is probably going to suffer quite a bit..."

Chen Changsheng was a little worried. His divine soul wouldn't always be there; it would fade away whenever he died. Even though he would return, he couldn't be sure if the wood spirit might seize that window of opportunity to surge up and swallow the human soul.

Ultimately, he still needed to prepare a contingency plan.

He needed to find someone he could truly trust.

Meanwhile, there were stirrings on Jian Shenghua's side.

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