Cultivating Immortality: Starting from Ferrying Passengers

Chapter 116 An Old Friend Entrusts His Son to Someone
That evening, Fang Jingxuan did not continue his meditation practice. He lay on a rattan chair in the courtyard, looked at the starry sky, and thought about many things.

After a night had passed, Fang Jingxuan, as usual, prepared a meal for two before remembering that Wang Xinyu had already left the previous night.

She rode a camel to Dan Ding Gate, first going to Dan Ding City, where there were high-level flying boats that went directly to Qi Yun, taking only ten days and nights to reach Qi Yun.

I haven't been to Qiyun yet, but it must be extremely beautiful.

Fang Jingxuan chuckled self-deprecatingly, realizing that he probably didn't even have the qualifications to go to Qiyun.

Although Qiyun is a large place, not just anyone can go there. Before going, one must verify their identity and have no record of committing crimes.

In addition, a large number of spirit stones are needed to prove that there is no intention to stay in Qiyun.

For cultivators from Baishan, making a trip to Qiyun is extremely difficult.

If the Beast Taming Sect cultivators going to Qiyun is like visiting a neighbor, then the White Mountain cultivators going to Qiyun is like taking an exam.

There was no other way; too many people from Baishan wanted to live in Qiyun. Therefore, Qiyun established various rules to limit the large influx of people from Baishan.

Of course, even if you don't have the qualifications, the path is right in front of you. As long as you want to walk it, no one can stop you.

However, in the area where Qiyun and Baishan meet, there are several sects stationed there, and the daily task of these sects is to catch these illegal immigrants.

Once caught, they were all thrown into the mine and forced to mine with the shrimp-bearing beasts. They wouldn't be able to get out until they had been mining for thirty years.

Fang Jingxuan had no desire to experience mining, so Wang Xinyu's decision to have him come to her was probably a test.

After finishing his meal, Fang Jingxuan stopped thinking about these things. His priority was to improve his cultivation. Nothing else was worth his time.

After composing himself, Fang Jingxuan went out to find Lao He. Back when he and Lao He were selling fried rice together at a stall, a black market cultivator gave Lao He a token, saying that with this token, he could enjoy better services.

In recent years, Fang Jingxuan has devoted himself to cultivation and has had less contact with Lao He, but they have not been completely severed.

Every now and then, Fang Jingxuan would return to Konoha Street to chat with acquaintances like Lao He and catch up.

However, I haven't seen him for the past six months or so, and I don't know how he's doing lately.

If Lao He's approach doesn't work out, then we'll find another way. But right now, Lao He's approach is the most promising way for me to get into the black market.

In the afternoon, Fang Jingxuan returned to Konoha Street alone. Seeing the same scene as four years ago, he smiled slightly and went to Old He's door.

After knocking and waiting, a young man came out a moment later. Judging from his appearance, he vaguely resembled Old He.

"Who are you? Is Mr. He at home?"

Seeing that Fang Jingxuan was carrying gifts, the man became much more enthusiastic and quickly ushered Fang Jingxuan inside, then said:
"Come find my grandfather. I am his grandson. I came back from the Dan Ding Sect."

It turned out to be Old He's grandson. No wonder he looked somewhat like him. After entering the inner room, Fang Jingxuan waited for a while before seeing Old He slowly walk out.

Upon seeing Old He's current appearance, Fang Jingxuan felt a pang of sadness. The eloquent and shrewd old man of yesteryear was now all white-haired, with cloudy eyes, and his spirit was far from what it used to be.

"It's Jingxuan. It seems you also know that I don't have long to live. Hehe, my time is coming soon."

Old He still had the energy to joke and laugh with Fang Jingxuan, which made Fang Jingxuan feel much better.

"How did you become like this? I saw you half a year ago, and you were full of energy."

"That's how it is for us cultivators. There's nothing unusual before our time is up; we're sustained entirely by our magical power and spiritual energy. Right now, my body is like a bamboo basket, leaking spiritual energy everywhere. When it all leaks out, I'll be gone too." Old He coughed a few times as he spoke, panting heavily.

The young cultivator serving nearby quickly took out a pill and fed it to him, which helped him recover.

"I've lived to be ninety-three. Although I'm still far from one hundred and twenty, it's not bad. All my old friends from back then are gone. I'm the only one left who's still alive. In Baishan, this is considered a long life."

Upon hearing Lao He's words, Fang Jingxuan nodded in agreement. In Baishan, the average lifespan of cultivators was estimated to be around sixty years old, so living to ninety-three was indeed a long life.

There's no way around it; countless cultivators die in Baishan every year. The life expectancy of sixty years is mainly due to the cultivation of Foundation Establishment family cultivators.

If we only consider independent cultivators, he's probably around fifty years old.

After Old He caught his breath, he continued:
“My days are numbered. I need your help when the time comes. My son has always been with Dan Ding Sect and doesn’t have many friends here. I can’t manage the funeral without the help of old friends like you.”

"Please rest assured, Mr. He, I will come then."

"That's good, that's good. Jingxuan, in all my years of life, you are one of the top three cultivators I have ever met."

"After I die, if any misfortune befalls the He family, I won't ask for your help. I only hope that you will spare the life of my grandson for my sake."

Fang Jingxuan was startled and looked at Old He, repeatedly saying:
"Old He, what are you thinking? Your son is doing well at the Pill Cauldron Sect, how could he have caused any trouble?"

"No, we can't stay in the Pill Cauldron Sect any longer. The Pill Cauldron Ancestor has been in seclusion for five years and has not shown his face at all during that time. This has never happened before."

I told these words to my son, but he was blinded by power and refused to listen to me. I fear a great upheaval is imminent, so I only beg you, I beg you to preserve my bloodline.”

Listening to Lao He's analysis, Fang Jingxuan was also half-convinced, but Lao He had lived for so long, his judgment should be reliable.

Looking at the young man beside Lao He, he only had the cultivation of the second level of Qi Refining. If he didn't go to the Dan Ding Sect, it wouldn't be difficult for Lao He to lend a hand.

Thinking of this, Fang Jingxuan slowly nodded.

Seeing this, Old He's face flushed slightly, and then he said sternly to his grandson:

"Hurry up and thank your Uncle Fang!"

The young man immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times to Fang Jingxuan. This time, Fang Jingxuan had no choice but to accept it silently.

"Get up. What's your name?"

"To answer Uncle Fang, my name is He Yu. My grandfather said that a gentleman is like jade, warm and lustrous, and like water, beneficial to all things without being impure. He hopes that I can be like a gentleman in the future, treating others with gentleness and never fighting for anything."

“Good name, He Yu. I’ll remember it. If you ever have any trouble in the future, come here to find me.”

Fang Jingxuan gave him the address of his residence. After He Yu wrote it down, Old He gestured for him to leave and then thanked him solemnly.

After finishing all that, Lao He felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders, and he felt completely relaxed.

At this moment, Fang Jingxuan remembered his purpose and told Lao He about the black market. Lao He immediately perked up and said that he would take care of it and make sure Fang Jingxuan got it done.

Half an hour later, Fang Jingxuan left with He Yu seeing him off. Even after he had walked a long way, He Yu was still waving at the door.

(End of this chapter)