Immortality and Cultivation: I Have Three Times the Lifespan

Chapter 79 Rejecting the Invitation

Not only will one's cultivation stagnate during this period, but conflicts between cultivation methods may also leave hidden dangers.

Only when one reaches the later stages of Qi Refining, with a more robust and refined foundation of magical power, will the speed of transformation be greatly shortened.

"One must take things one step at a time."

Yang Changsheng picked up the freshly brewed, warm Mao Feng tea, took a gentle sip, and felt the hot tea soup, with its fresh herbal aroma, slide down his throat, soothing his lungs and heart.

"As for those three supernatural powers and spells... their power is astonishing, and comprehending them would certainly consume a great deal of mental and spiritual energy. My current means of self-defense are barely sufficient..."

His top priority is still to earn spirit stones.

To refine more and stronger puppets, complete the Qi Refining stage, and accumulate the massive resources needed for perfect Foundation Establishment—this is the essence of the Great Dao.

This Azure Emperor's Longevity Scripture will be kept hidden deep in my heart for now, as my greatest trump card and future ladder to heaven, to be used slowly and methodically.

"Its power is so wondrous that it far surpasses anything I have ever heard of before... Even the core inheritance of a sect would probably be unable to match even half of its power."

Recalling the contents of the cultivation technique, Yang Changsheng was once again amazed, then a warning bell rang, and his thoughts were in turmoil.

This supreme cultivation method, which directly leads to the path of immortality, although only reaching the Foundation Establishment stage, is extremely dangerous if even the slightest leak is made...

Let alone Foundation Establishment or Golden Core cultivators, even those high-ranking Nascent Soul cultivators with long lifespans would swarm him like sharks smelling blood and tear him to pieces.

We must be extremely cautious!

He sat quietly in the tea room for another quarter of an hour, completely suppressing the special aura of closeness to the vitality of all things that had naturally flowed out from his understanding of the scriptures.

He reverted to being a calm and reserved ordinary mid-stage Qi Refining cultivator.

After finishing the newly added spiritual tea in his cup, he calmly got up and pushed open the door to the private room.

When he returned the bamboo token, the shop assistant behind the counter subconsciously looked up at him.

The young man in blue walked steadily and calmly, just like any other cultivator, but a strange feeling inexplicably passed through the shopkeeper's heart.

The strange feeling that had made me feel so comfortable, as if I were in a spring forest, seemed to have dissipated as the boy left.

"Is this just my imagination?" He shook his head and continued with his work.

Stepping out of the bustling teahouse, the sounds of people from Fangchang Street immediately greeted me.

Yang Changsheng walked with composure, but a clear plan had already been drawn up in his mind.

First, go to Su Wanqing's place to buy the waste pills.

This is currently one of the lowest-cost and relatively controllable sources of spirit stones, and its purification ability is its core advantage.

He walked through several relatively quiet alleys, where the surrounding noise was gradually filtered out, and the air seemed to become a bit crisper.

We've arrived at Bichao Lane.

This area, inhabited by artisans, low-level alchemists, and talisman masters, is like a small paradise in a chaotic world.

The area is rich in spiritual energy, the bluestone path is clean and tidy, and the small courtyards on both sides emit rhythmic forging sounds or faint aromas of herbs and talismans.

The shadow of war seemed to be kept at bay by some invisible force, with only a few clusters of pale purple flowers quietly blooming on the wall swaying in the wind, revealing a rare tranquility in the lower levels of the market.

Soon, Su Wanqing's familiar and elegant courtyard came into view.

Above the door, a palm-sized jade plaque emitted a soft white glow, clearly displaying the words "Welcome Guests".

Yang Changsheng stepped forward and gently knocked on the bronze animal head on the door knocker.

"despair."

With a soft sound, the invisible barrier enveloping the courtyard rippled open a crack.

He pushed open the door and entered, the familiar fragrance of herbs mixed with a stronger aroma of tea lingering around his nose.

The courtyard remained elegant, and two figures came into view from the stone pavilion.

Dressed in an elegant white dress, Su Wanqing sat in the main seat. Her face was still beautiful, but her brows showed a more mature and resilient quality than at the gathering before the New Year, making her even more captivating.

Sitting opposite her was a male cultivator who appeared to be around forty years old.

This man had a handsome face, a well-trimmed short beard, and wore a fine white brocade robe with a light blue gauze embroidered with faint cloud patterns over it. He had a gentle and refined demeanor, and a smile on his lips, making him look like a well-read schoolteacher.

But deep in his gaze as he looked at Su Wanqing, there was an eagerness and greed that he tried so hard to conceal but still revealed.

This was so clear to Yang Changsheng, an observer, that it was almost glaring.

"This is not an exaggeration. The conflict between the Lu and Wang families, which seems to have resulted in casualties on both sides, is actually nearing its end. According to reliable sources, the Wang family seems to have a Core Formation cultivator supporting them, and their intentions are probably not limited to the small corner of Biyue Lake."

"The next storm will be a devastating blow. This port market, though seemingly under the control of the Lu family, is actually the eye of the storm, a seemingly calm island that could be overturned at any moment."

A gentle male voice came through, carrying a hint of barely perceptible seriousness.

The middle-aged cultivator, who called himself Li Yunlong, spoke with certainty and stared intently at Su Wanqing.

"Um."

The girl in the snow-white dress frowned slightly. She knew that these secrets had a source and were not baseless rumors.

"Fairy Su possesses a kind and intelligent heart, and her talent in alchemy is unparalleled in my life. It is a waste of her talent to confine her to this resource-scarce border town. She must go to the Immortal City..."

He spoke slowly, then picked up the white jade teacup and took a graceful sip.

When he put down his teacup, the eagerness in his eyes and the condescending expectation were no longer concealed.

Su Wanqing listened quietly, her slender fingers gently caressing the warm, smooth surface of the cup, her expression calm and undisturbed.

She was not swayed in the slightest by the magnificent scenery of the immortal city described by the other party, nor by the promise of Foundation Establishment.

When Li Yunlong finished speaking and looked over expectantly, she raised her eyes and looked directly at him with clear eyes.

"I appreciate Master Li's kindness, and I am deeply grateful to Elder Zhang for his guidance and guidance. Although we are not formally master and disciple, we are in fact master and disciple."

"On that day, Wan Qing made a vow to follow his last wish and select a talented person here to pass on the essence of his alchemy, so as not to fail his kindness. He has not fulfilled this vow, so he cannot rest easy and has no face to go to the Immortal City to seek a better branch."

Su Wanqing's voice was clear and melodious, carrying an undeniable persistence.

The Elder Zhang she mentioned was the old alchemist who gave her initial guidance at the medicine hall several years ago, the source of her alchemy skills.

Li Yunlong's smile froze slightly, and a barely perceptible look of surprise and displeasure flashed deep in his gentle eyes.

He never expected that his personal visit and the promise of such an enticing future would be rejected by a Qi Refining stage female cultivator with such a pedantic reason.

The middle-aged cultivator gave Su Wanqing a deep look, his gaze as if scrutinizing an unworthy object.

"A vow from the heart..."

Li Yunlong repeated the sentence softly, his tone carrying an indescribable complexity, which ultimately turned into a long, regretful sigh as he shook his head.

"So be it. Everyone has their own ambitions, and you can't force things. This opportunity to become an immortal is fleeting. Fairy Su... take care of yourself."

He stood up, his moon-white brocade robe brushing against the stone bench. His gentle and refined demeanor remained, but a sense of aloofness and coldness emanated from him.

"I, Li, will soon be returning home. If you, Fairy... change your mind, you may send me a message at any time."

The last sentence was almost perfunctory.