Transmigrating into Murong Fu, may you have many children and much happiness.

Chapter 223 The Fountain of Youth

After introducing themselves, Murong Fu asked the village chief if there was a person named Wu Xingyun and if he knew Xiaoyaozi.

Upon hearing these two names, the village chief was also startled and said:

"You know Xiaoyaozi and Wuxingyun? Are they still alive?"

When Murong Fu heard that the old man actually knew the two of them, he thought it was reasonable. After all, Xiaoyaozi obtained the divine book from here, so it was only natural that he knew the people here.

The two followed the village chief and others to a farmhouse courtyard. The courtyard wasn't sparsely furnished, but it was quite peculiar. Tender green branches and buds sprouted from the wooden fence, which Murong Fu found very strange. He figured it must be because the valley's "vital energy" was so abundant that even withered trees could sprout.

Murong Fu thought to himself, if this stuff were in his previous life, advertised as an aphrodisiac, it would probably sell out instantly...

The village chief and several other villagers led Murong Fu and Wang Hai to a low stone table.

Then the others boiled water and made tea, pouring a cup for everyone. The village chief took a sip and said:

That was over a hundred years ago...

Xiaoyaozi was the first person in history to enter our valley from the outside.

We saw that although he was different from us in temperament and clothing, he looked very similar to us, so we warmly welcomed him.

He also told us many stories from the outside world.

We treated him to the spring water... Oh right, we thought it was just ordinary spring water, the kind our ancestors have drunk from life to death.

But after Xiaoyaozi drank from it, he said it was a magical spring, and that our good health and thriving crops were all thanks to this magical spring.

Let us use it normally, but please do not allow people or livestock to bathe directly at the entrance of the spiritual spring.

Murong Fu took a sip of tea and found its refreshing taste and soul-stirring effect to be something he had never experienced before. No, he had experienced something similar when he ate the Blood Bodhi, but one was fiery and the other was refreshing.

He also drank from the Cold Pool Spirit Spring, which was extremely refreshing. Murong Fu also carried some with him in his personal space, thinking that he might need it someday.

The village chief continued, "Later, one night, the spring suddenly shone brightly."

We all came out to look and discovered that there was a golden object in the spring, shining brightly.

Xiaoyaozi hovered around it, and then the golden object seemed to grow wings and flew into Xiaoyaozi's arms.

We already felt that Xiaoyaozi was no ordinary person, and now we see him flying in the sky, and the golden treasure even flies into his arms.

After he came down, he didn't keep it to himself, but generously showed it to us. It turned out to be a golden book.

Once opened, it shone with golden light, so bright that it was blinding.

He generously passed it around to us, but none of us could understand it. We returned it to him, but he was completely absorbed in it, his expression utterly genuine.

Our village chief at the time was cautious and sent someone to check the spring. But it had no effect whatsoever.

They didn't pay much attention to it, since the spring water was essential for the whole village's eating, drinking, irrigation, and bathing, while the golden treasure was nothing important.

In the days that followed, Xiaoyaozi carried the golden pages around the valley, ignoring anyone who greeted him.

Villages, fields, cowsheds, trees, the sky... He seemed to have become obsessed with reading, the village chief said he was completely engrossed.

He asked everyone not to disturb him.

This continued for about eighty or ninety years... or, according to you, about three months, while he was covered in tattered clothes and screaming.

It's done! I, the Taoist priest, have succeeded!

Later, he put down the golden book he had been holding for three months and found that we were all watching him.

Seemingly a little embarrassed, she moved aside...

The next time I saw him, he was completely transformed, wearing new clothes and shoes, and was still entirely different from the people here.

We then learned that he had gone out for a while and then came back.

Some of our young people wanted to go with him, and he naturally didn't refuse.

But the village chief kept dissuading those who wanted to go out from leaving.

But we "young people" and a few middle-aged uncles wouldn't listen.

Haha, I was quite young back then, so I followed along and found that little cave on the mountain. After walking for a while, we saw the scenery outside.

But the scenery inside and outside was vastly different. The plants inside the valley were lush and green, while outside it was shrouded in gloom. Seeing our hesitation, Xiaoyaozi advised us that the outside world was not beautiful; there was often war and strife, people died young, and plagues raged...

I was already hesitant at that time, but my cousin, who was fearless, immediately stepped out of the dividing line between the emerald green and the dark green.

I don't know how he felt, but after I saw him leave, he seemed to lose all his energy.

But it didn't seem to feel anything, and I'm not sure.

He even invited us to go out and take a look. One uncle also stepped out, but unlike the others, once outside, he suddenly hunched over, his head withered, and his body shrank, transforming from a middle-aged man into an old man!

At this point, the village chief's eyes were filled with fear.

Murong Fu murmured, "The Five Signs of Decay of Heaven and Man!"

The village chief's eyes lit up, and he said, "That's right! That's exactly what Xiaoyaozi said."

We were terrified. Xiaoyaozi immediately dragged him back into the valley. Once they crossed that boundary, the old man seemed much better; at least his breathing was easier, as if a huge boulder had been removed from his chest. His withered skin even seemed to have regained some color. We brought him back to the village. Everyone was curious how we had returned so quickly. When they saw the aged old man, they were filled with disbelief. They couldn't believe that he, a strong young man of 120 years old, had suddenly...

Xiaoyaozi had us give him a lot of spiritual spring water, and his health improved somewhat, but he still looked very old; it seemed he wouldn't be able to return.

After the village chief finished speaking, his tone was full of sighs.

Upon hearing this, Murong Fu realized that it must be the Fountain of Youth in the valley that gave their bodies the ability to live long lives, but once they left the valley, they would gradually lose this ability.

Young people are fine; as Caiyanke mentioned before, they will slowly turn into old people after a few days. But a strong young man who is 120 years old will suffer from the five signs of decay of heaven and man once he goes out because he has exceeded his original maximum lifespan.

After figuring things out, he asked about Wu Xingyun. As Murong Fu had expected, Wu Xingyun had been taken away by Xiaoyaozi when she was very young due to special circumstances. She didn't even know about the Valley of Immortals, nor did she know that she was a member of the Valley of Immortals.

Thus, Murong Fu understood the key points and learned how Xiaoyaozi obtained the divine book and found Wu Xingyun.

Then he asked the village chief where the sacred spring was, and the village chief did not hide anything, saying:

"I'll take you to see it."

"Hey, Xiao Sanzi, kill the chicken and cook. We'll eat when we get back."

When Murong Fu heard that the village chief wanted him to stay for dinner, he naturally did not refuse and began to help the village chief to his feet.

The village chief was very displeased that Murong Fu thought he was a frail old man, so he did a backflip to stand up.

Murong Fu and Wang Hai were stunned.

"Young Master Murong, let's go."

Murong Fu nodded, secretly amazed by the power of the Fountain of Youth.

He is now a grandmaster, and his eyes are like rulers.

It was obvious that the village chief was just an ordinary person, without any trace of martial arts training, and he had no true qi in his body. His actions were simply due to his good health, which naturally made him more interested in the Fountain of Youth.

After walking for a short while, they came to a large lake. The water was so clear that the surrounding scenery could not be reflected on the surface of the lake.

If it weren't for the wind blowing and the lake surface shimmering, most people would hardly be able to tell that it is a lake.

There was a spring in the middle, gushing water and steaming mist rising from it. Murong Fu felt the moisture here and was extremely relaxed.

I feel that this Fountain of Youth is even more magical than the cold pool and spiritual spring at home.

The little ice clinging to its body, like a child seeing its blanket, darted into the lake in a flash, and even the little jade on its head was very happy.

Murong Fu was also amazed and began to make some plans in his mind.

Then Murong Fu asked, "Village Chief, if my family wants to move into Changchun Valley..."

The village chief was overjoyed upon hearing this and quickly said, "That's wonderful, hahaha."

Besides Xiaoyaozi, you are the second person to come to this valley.

From now on, in my spare time, I'll ask you to tell me stories from the outside world. Even though I can't go out, it'll be nice to hear them...

Murong Fu hadn't expected the village chief to be so enthusiastic, but considering that everyone here was simple and honest, such a reaction was to be expected.

Then, with a light touch, a stream of spring water drew a beautiful arc, flowing towards Murong Fu, just like a stream flowing upstream.

Murong Fu took out a gourd from his personal space and put it inside.

"So alike, so incredibly alike."

Watching Murong Fu's godlike movements, the old village chief sighed, "Exactly the same as Wu Yazi back then..."

Upon hearing this sigh, Murong Fu couldn't help but think: It's fortunate that the village chief is an old man; if he were an old man, he might have thought that she had been in unrequited love for Wuyazi all these years.

Forbidden to be of the same ilk!

The three quickly returned to the village chief's house, where food was already on the table, along with two jugs of fine wine.

Murong Fu took a bite of the chicken; it was delicate and springy, with a lingering aftertaste and a natural sweetness. He figured the unique environment of the valley must have created this unparalleled free-range chicken.

I took a sip of the wine from the glazed bowl, and it was exceptionally refreshing.

Murong Fu was a connoisseur of wine, so he could tell that the people here had only average methods and techniques for brewing wine, but it was probably this spiritual spring that was extraordinary, which made the wine here a masterpiece.

Thinking that he could brew even more delicious wine through better brewing methods, Murong Fu felt a surge of joy. After finishing his meal, Murong Fu asked Wang Hai privately whether he wanted to stay here or go out.

Looking at Murong Fu's expressionless face, Wang Hai said firmly:

"Your subordinate is willing to remain in the valley and serve you at any time, sir."