First achieve immortality, then cultivate immortality.

Autumn has arrived, and golden ginkgo leaves are falling softly, landing on the steps of Peach Blossom Temple.

A man in white entered Peach Blossom Temple, carrying a long sword on his back. He looked dashing and handsome, with a warm smile on his lips, exuding the aura of a female assassin, and his brows were filled with arrogance.

The current abbot of Peach Blossom Temple, known as the Green Pine Daoist, immediately recognized this person as a cultivator and dared not be negligent.

"My name is Wei Wushuang, from Fuling Temple on Mount Luofu," the man said politely.

"Luofu Mountain Fuling Temple... It seems that the founder of our Peach Blossom Temple came from Fuling Temple, so we are of the same lineage."

Qingsong Daoren pondered for a moment, because it was such a long time ago, and apart from the relationship with their ancestor, they had never had any contact with each other.

Wei Wushuang smiled faintly and said, "That's right. In terms of seniority, you should call me 'Uncle-Master'."

These words made the disciple next to him frown.

While it is true that Taoist temples do follow a seniority system, wouldn't it be offensive to suddenly go to someone else's territory and call yourself a senior master?

However, he himself does not seem to be aware of this.

Master Qingsong didn't mind at all, and greeted him with a smile, calling him "Uncle-Master".

He is Qingfeng Daoren's eldest disciple, and is now over seventy years old. His personality is more tactful than Qingfeng Daoren's.

Xu Mu and he drank tea and chatted, and they got along quite well.

"No need for formalities," Wei Wushuang said with a satisfied smile, raising his hand slightly.

"I came here because I heard there is a cultivator here who calls himself the God of Medicine and has quite a reputation," he said, putting his hands behind his back.

Upon hearing this, Qingsong Daoren said, "I have met that cultivator before. He is a low-key person who is devoted to cultivating in seclusion in the mountains and never shows his face in public."

The title of "Medicine God" is merely a result of the people's ignorance, leading them to worship him as a deity.

He himself is indifferent to fame and fortune. The reason he became famous is because someone used his name to sell medicine, which spread the word. In my opinion, all we need to do is report it to the authorities and give those unscrupulous medicine merchants a warning.”

Wei Wushuang sneered, "It seems you have quite a relationship with him, no wonder you let him receive offerings in private."

The Taoist Qingsong remained neither humble nor arrogant, and said calmly, "The offerings of incense are the will of the common people themselves; there is no distinction between private and public offerings."

"Hmph, foolish!" Wei Wushuang said without any politeness.

"Do you know how important incense offerings are to immortals? How can we allow some rogue cultivators and evil gods to take them away?"

Master Qingsong frowned.

"This was not his wish; it was something that ordinary people did spontaneously. Over the years, I have not seen my temple's incense offerings affected by this, so why make a big deal out of it?"

"Hmph, this little Taoist temple is just like that, completely unreliable. Tell me where that person is, and I'll take care of him today," Wei Wushuang said coldly.

"Don't think you can condone or protect him." He put pressure on Qingsong Daoist with his eyes.

The Green Pine Daoist didn't indulge him, and said indifferently, "This humble Daoist only addresses those who share the same Dao as fellow Daoists, chatting and discussing the Dao. I have no interest in such petty squabbles. If you want to find him, go find him yourself."

After saying that, he turned and left.

The other disciples also walked away, too lazy to pay attention to this disrespectful fellow.

When Wei Wushuang saw that he was not being respected, his face immediately turned gloomy.

To this day, no matter how high-ranking or noble the family, everyone treats him with utmost respect.

He never expected that this small Taoist temple would dare to give him attitude.

"You just wait. I'll settle accounts with you after I deal with that rogue cultivator." He sneered and turned to leave.

"Master, should we inform the Valley Master of Medicine God Valley?" a disciple asked in a low voice.

Qingsong Daoist pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Medicine God Valley is not easy to enter, let it go."

Medicine God Valley never allows outsiders to enter, and even if they wanted to send a message, they wouldn't know how to contact them.

Moreover, both parties involved are practitioners, while the disciples of their Peach Blossom Temple are ordinary people who cannot get involved in this matter.

We can only let it go.

……

After leaving the Taoist temple, Wei Wushuang went to the county town to inquire about the so-called God of Medicine.

They soon learned that the God of Medicine lived in the Valley of the God of Medicine deep in the mountains.

So after lunch, he immediately headed straight for Bishi Village.

"If the Taoist priest wants to see the Medicine God, he'll probably have to wait another two or three months. He'll come down the mountain then," the villagers said.

"Without permission from the people of Medicine God Valley, one cannot enter the deep mountains."

Hearing their reverent tone, Wei Wushuang frowned: "Mere rogue cultivators, they really think they're gods."

"I'll go straight into the mountains to find him wherever he is," he scoffed.

"This... the mountains are dense with vegetation and wild beasts, please think carefully, Taoist priest."

"Hmph, ordinary people can't get in, so do you think you can stop me?" He sneered.

Seeing his arrogance, the villagers didn't say anything more and had a middle-aged villager lead him up the mountain.

Once you reach the top of the mountain, you'll see that there are no paths at all, as they are blocked by vegetation.

Twenty-four years ago, Fan Ju was stopped here when he was seeking medicine for his mother.

This place can be described as a barren and desolate place; even villagers are unwilling to come here to cut firewood, let alone hunt.

Only gods and immortals can freely enter and exit.

The villagers thought that Wei Wushuang would back down after seeing this scene, but unexpectedly, the sword on his back suddenly flew out on its own and cleared the way for him.

The villagers were startled and amazed: "The Taoist priest is truly skilled."

The bushes blocking the way were all cut down by the longsword, clearing a path through them.

Wei Wushuang snorted coldly, his hands behind his back with an arrogant expression, and walked into the forest as if strolling in a garden, using his flying sword to clear the way.

The villagers dared not follow, since everyone in the village knew that the Medicine God's lineage lived in seclusion in the mountains and did not like to be disturbed. So he quickly ran down the mountain and told the others about it.

"Did that guy really go in?"

"What if we anger the Valley Master of Medicine God Valley..." the villagers immediately worried.

"What can we do? We can't stop him."

"It's alright, that valley is very deep, he definitely won't find it."

Even the locals don't know how Medicine God Valley got there, let alone a clueless outsider.

Even if we clear a path with a sword in that dense jungle, so what? Let's figure out the direction first.

……

Inside the Valley of the Medicine God.

The weather was sunny and clear, with white clouds drifting lazily by.

The valley echoed with the melodious sounds of the zither and flute, and birds chirped in unison, as if wanting to join in the chorus.

On a mound at the edge of the valley, a wooden shed had been built, where one could rest, drink tea, and watch over the medicinal herb fields.

Under the wooden shed, the two sisters were playing music with great passion.

Xu Mu lay on the bench for a midday rest, listening to their music.

Previously, they had spent nearly three years traveling, and after returning, they went back to their daily lives, wanting to reach the end in this most ordinary way.

Only the ordinary routine of daily life can soothe the anxiety about death.

At this moment, Xu Mu rested his head on Li Zhiyuan's lap, or even lay on his side, burying his face in his sister's stomach and inhaling the fragrance.

Li Zhiyuan tried her best to play the strings on the table, enduring the stimulation he gave her, but inevitably she went off-key.

After finally playing a piece, her pretty face flushed red, and she lowered her head, saying coquettishly, "Does the young master want to hear a piece of music or not?"

"I think you want to hear the tune you hum." Li Zhihua hummed, put down her bamboo flute, and then snuggled up to Xu Mu, burying herself in his arms.

This stance suggests they're deliberately trying to provoke a conflict.

"You two..." Li Zhiyuan said helplessly, patting Xu Mu's hair and smoothing it out for him.

Xu Mu smiled and put his arm around his younger sister's waist, resting his head on his older sister's thigh, squinting his eyes to enjoy the beauty's delicate body.