Longevity: Comprehending the Heart Method

Just as Bai Zhengchun slayed the Eighth Judgment Envoy of Thunder King Hall, Song Changsheng had already erased the Artifact Spirit within the large iron pot, successfully claiming the Magical Treasure as his own.

This treasure was named the Supreme Profound Thundercloud Pot. It was a Low-Grade Treasure capable of creating thunderstorms out of thin air, but its Thunder Power needed to be stored in advance. The more power it stored, the stronger its might would be.

In addition, this treasure could also be used for Body Refining. The reason the Eighth Judgment Envoy had possessed such a powerful physique was because of this very Supreme Profound Thundercloud Pot.

Song Changsheng placed his own Divine Soul Seal on it, then recalled the cloud energy he had released, revealing twenty-seven ten-foot-long Triangular Array Banners.

Upon collecting and examining the Array Banners, Song Changsheng had a sudden realization. He had been wondering why a dignified Tier Three Array Master’s Array Formation techniques were so crude; it turned out the root of the matter lay in these Array Banners.

This so-called Eighth Judgment Envoy wasn’t an Array Master at all. His ability to deploy this magnificent Grand Array relied mainly on this set of Tier Three Array Banners.

It was unknown who had crafted these Array Banners. They formed an array by themselves; one only needed to place them according to a specific pattern and use a treasure to anchor the formation to set up a Tier Three Low-Grade Grand Array.

It was somewhat similar to an Array Map, but far simpler, which was truly remarkable. The person capable of refining such Array Banners must have been a figure at the level of an "Array King."

"Changsheng—"

Just then, a shout reached Song Changsheng’s ears. Looking back, he saw a Flying Ship rapidly approaching him, with Song Lutong standing at the prow and waving.

He put away the Array Banners and hurried to meet them. "Uncle Tong, Aunt Yun, are you two alright?"

"Heh, it was a close call, but we’re safe. You’re really something, kid. You even managed to deal with the thunderstorm." Song Lutong gave him a thumbs-up, his face full of amazement.

"That wasn’t just any thunderstorm. It’s a long story, but we need to leave this place immediately," Song Changsheng said with a wry smile, shaking his head.

Seeing his expression, Song Lutong pressed, "What happened?"

"This was a trap set by a Judgment Envoy from Thunder King Hall. Grandfather and Elder Yuann were holding him off, but I don’t know what the outcome was." Song Changsheng looked worriedly toward the sky. He could no longer feel the fluctuations from the battle.

"So that’s what was happening." The two of them turned pale with shock, their expressions growing heavy. Even the joy of being rescued was washed away.

Just as the three of them were sick with worry, Song Changsheng’s heart stirred. He sensed several familiar auras.

Looking back, he saw three figures approaching together.

The one in the lead was dressed in white with a placid expression, carrying a head that was still dripping blood.

The other two were a somewhat disheveled Song Xianming and Yuann Tianshu.

For two Early-stage Purple Mansion Cultivators to hold off a Mid-stage Purple Mansion Body Refiner for several ancient hours was a commendable feat, even if they looked battered for it.

Seeing the three of them, Song Changsheng was greatly relieved. He hurried forward to greet them with a bow, saying, "Thank you for your help, Martial Uncle. The entire Song Clan is eternally grateful."

Bai Zhengchun gave him a cool glance and casually tossed the head to him. "You’ve got some skill, managing to resolve things on your own. You don’t need to thank me. As of today, you owe me a favor, and I will come to collect on it in the future."

’His words left Song Changsheng a bit bewildered. Still, to eliminate a grave threat to the clan just by owing a favor... that was an absolute bargain. He’d take a dozen more deals like that if he could.’

Besides, he didn’t think that with his meager Cultivation, he could possibly be of any help to Bai Zhengchun.

Of course, if Bai Zhengchun truly needed something, Song Changsheng would absolutely not refuse.

He adopted a solemn expression and cupped his fists. "If you have any need of me, Martial Uncle, this junior will not shrink from it, even if it means death!"

"Mm. Remember your words today. I will come for it another day." Bai Zhengchun nodded slightly, then transformed into an Escape Light and departed.

"Farewell, Martial Uncle!" Song Changsheng called out, holding a deep bow.

Bai Zhengchun had arrived quickly and left just as fast, like a gust of wind.

Once the Escape Light had vanished from sight, Song Changsheng turned to Yuann Tianshu, bowed, and said sincerely, "If not for your righteous intervention, Elder Yuann, my grandfather would never have survived. If you ever have need of this junior in the future, please just say the word. I will go through fire and water and will not hesitate!"

’Although he was the Song Clan Leader, he couldn’t make such promises on behalf of his clansmen, so he decided to take the entire debt of gratitude upon himself.’

Yuann Tianshu quickly helped Song Changsheng up and said with emotion, "Young friend, you speak too gravely. If not for you back then, I would have long since become a sacrifice for that Dongtian Xie. Helping you was simply what I ought to do."

"Besides, the actions of Thunder King Hall are no different from those of Evil Demons. When we Cultivators encounter such evil, we are duty-bound to eliminate it and uphold the Righteous Dao. My actions today were simply me following my heart."

"Elder Yuann, you are truly a role model for our generation," Song Changsheng praised from the bottom of his heart.

His meeting Yuann Tianshu had been a coincidence, and saving him had been a coincidence within a coincidence.

But Yuann Tianshu knew how to repay kindness. He had not only come to support the Song Clan when Song Xianming was breaking through to the Purple Mansion realm, but this time he had even put his life on the line. This gave Song Changsheng a completely new understanding of the man.

In the past, he had only heard that Yuann Tianshu of Nine Swords Mountain was of noble character, possessed a chivalrous spirit, and was a rare gentleman.

But seeing is believing. Song Changsheng had always been skeptical, but after the events of today, he felt that the man’s reputation was well-deserved.

In this dog-eat-dog Cultivation Realm, to be acquainted with an elder and fellow Daoist like Yuann Tianshu was truly a great fortune.

At this moment, Song Xianming also spoke up. "Fellow Daoist Yuann, if you have any request in the future, I will not shirk my duty."

Seeing that Yuann Tianshu was about to refuse again, Song Changsheng quickly changed the subject. "Elder Yuann, you’ve now been drawn into the conflict with Thunder King Hall. I’m afraid you will have little peace in the days to come. Do you have any plans for the future?"

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