The story begins with the bride marrying off her daughter, and the woman, at the age of one hundred,

Inside the Wanjuanlou building.

The Yin spirit returned to its place, and Changshou exhaled a breath of turbid air.

Gazing at the Xuanli soul floating in mid-air, already somewhat unstable, he endured the pain, took out a coil of incense, placed it in the incense burner, and lit it.

A wisp of fragrance wafted up, stabilizing the Xuanli's soul.

This is a calming incense.

It has the effect of stabilizing the soul and nourishing the spirit.

The production process is more complicated than that of the Reverse Wind Incense, and it uses more ingredients. Even Changshou only has twelve plates of it, and he only lavishly lights one plate a month when he makes a mistake, to aid his cultivation.

Although I intend to walk the path of human immortality, it does not mean that I will ignore the Yin spirits.

On the contrary, the Yin spirit is the preliminary stage of the primordial spirit. The more groundwork is laid, the lower the difficulty in condensing the primordial spirit in the future. Moreover, as long as it does not exceed the limits of the physical body, the purer the Yin spirit, the higher the efficiency of using Yin to supplement Yang, and the more beneficial it is to the cultivation of human immortals.

Even if he doesn't succeed on the path to becoming a Human Immortal, the higher his chances of success if he switches to cultivating the path of the Ghost Immortal after the age of nineteen, the faster he will break through to higher realms in the future.

Now the black fox has benefited.

"One should see a Buddha through to the West; one cannot give up halfway. The old Taoist is too kind."

With a little self-consolation, Chang Shou's reluctance vanished instantly.

Thinking of the two little brats still in front of the Three Star Cave, he took his staff and went straight to the cave entrance.

In front of the Slanting Moon and Three Stars Cave.

The round-faced, chubby chicken spread its wings to shield its two chicks from the wind, using the downy feathers on its wings to keep them warm.

When Changshou opened the cave door and saw this scene, he couldn't help but smile slightly.

"You're so fat..."

"Ahem! You simpleton, though reckless, you do have your merits."

Upon hearing the familiar voice, the round-faced, chubby chicken crowed happily and hurriedly looked up and tilted its head to look over.

An old Taoist priest in a gray robe, looking old but walking steadily, came out. He had white hair, held a cane, and had a kind face as he descended the steps.

"Coo coo~!"

He thought of the old Taoist's praise of him.

The round-faced, chubby chicken couldn't help but stretch its neck and raise its head, its large face filled with pride. It couldn't help but crow twice, as if to say:

I am indeed quite reliable.

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Ignore the round-faced, chubby chicken that's trying to take credit.

Chang Shou simply used his cane to push him aside, demonstrating his disdain through his actions: "Don't get in my way!"

Then, Chang Shou slowly squatted down, bent down to pick up the two little ones, and carefully put them into his sleeve.

With most of his body leaning on his cane, Chang Shou slowly got up, straightened up, and let out a soft breath.

Although he ate spirit peaches all summer thanks to the monkeys feeding him, and perhaps because he had awakened his innate wisdom, his yin spirit was purer and stronger than that of ordinary ghost immortals, and his efficiency in refining yin to replenish yang was higher. As a result, his body had improved a lot over the course of a year.

It's not outwardly apparent, but internally, his body has regressed from the state of an eighty-year-old to that of a seventy-five-year-old, though he still has some difficulty bending over, squatting, and standing up.

Chang Shou glanced at the round-faced, chubby chicken and said:

"Fool, since you've made amends, I won't pursue the matter of how you implicated me before. This matter is settled, so you may leave on your own and not linger any longer."

Be more careful in the future, and don't overestimate your abilities.

Give the round-faced, chubby chicken a few words of advice.

Chang Shou, holding a cane, climbed the steps.

"Coo coo~!"

Tilting its head, with its big eyes fixed on the old Taoist's receding figure, the round-faced fat chicken quickly understood.

[These humans are heartless; they use you and then throw you away.]

[I was...taken and then abandoned!]

Dissatisfied, it flapped its wings and caught up with Changshou.

The round-faced, chubby chicken looked accusing.

Seeing the fat chicken chirping incessantly around him with a resentful look in its eyes, as if he were some kind of scumbag who had pulled up his pants, Chang Shou was speechless and shooed it away twice with his cane.

"Go away! Go away!"

The old Taoist priest has done you no wrong whatsoever.

Instead, you dragged the old Taoist priest into the mud, got splattered with mud, and left behind future troubles.

"I'm magnanimous and won't hold it against you. You fool, stop causing trouble here and leave now, or the hot pot in the cave's kitchen will be your final resting place."

Seeing that the round-faced, chubby chicken had distanced itself from him, Changshou stepped into the cave.

The cave entrance was about to close.

The round-faced, chubby chicken panicked, flapped its wings, and swooped down, trying to rush into the cave, only to crash into an invisible light shield.

Caught off guard, he cried out in pain and fell to the ground with a thud, shaking his head and seeing stars.

For a moment, I was unaware of what heaven and earth were.

By the time they came to their senses, the door was already completely closed.

"Coo coo~!"

It uttered two dissatisfied shouts.

The round-faced, plump chicken flapped its wings and flew to a pine branch, its copper bell-like eyes staring at the entrance to the hole, as if trying to stare a hole through it.

At the same time, it kept making cooing noises.

If anyone were here, they would definitely cover their ears. Even if they couldn't understand each other's language, they could still tell that the round-faced fat chicken was hurling very offensive insults.

There was still no response from the cave entrance.

The old Taoist priest with white hair never appeared.

The round-faced, chubby chicken tilted its head, racking its brains, and then, as if struck by a sudden thought, flapped its wings and turned to leave.

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Inside the Wanjuanlou building.

Chang Shou had no idea that the round-faced, fat chicken still had his eye on him.

Back at my lodgings, the incense for calming the soul was still burning.

Thinking that his two cubs needed to eat, he turned and went out. When he came back in, a spirit deer was following behind him.

Its fur was smooth and glossy, its limbs were strong and agile, and it exuded a lively spirit. In particular, its large, moist eyes seemed to speak volumes. The most striking feature was the row of heavy granaries on the belly of the spirit deer, clearly indicating that it was well-fed and plentiful, something extraordinary.

She'd be a stunning beauty if placed among a herd of deer!

Looking at the two chubby little cubs, Linglu's eyes softened with affection. She had just given birth a few days ago and was overflowing with maternal love, and she couldn't bear to see her cubs suffer.

However, the conditions that need to be discussed still need to be discussed.

I can't work for nothing.

Suppressing the urge to nurse her cubs, the spirit deer looked at Changshou and let out two soft cries.

Chang Shou understood immediately and expressed his opinion:

"Rest assured, fellow Daoist, I always keep my word. This year I will take good care of the forest where you cultivate, and I will make sure you eat well and have no regrets about today's promise."

The deer happily cried out a few times.

The vegetarian spirit beasts in the cave had long coveted the unique spiritual cultivation technique of the old Taoist Changshou, whose plants not only grew lushly but also tasted more delicious than other plants.

It even carries a hint of spirituality.

There was too much porridge and not enough monks.

There is only one Changshou, and even the immortals in the cave don't have enough to share, so how could it be their turn to be a spirit beast or divine bird?

Now, I am unique in this regard.

They can enjoy the spiritual cultivation techniques of a long-lived immortal for a year.

With the promise fulfilled, the spirit deer felt reassured and moved its four hooves to the side of the two cubs. It slowly squatted down, revealing the granary, and moved the cubs forward a little.

Smelling the aroma of food, the already hungry little ones wriggled forward, each grabbing a grain sac opening and devouring it.

The cubs' food supply is now guaranteed.

Chang Shou then busied himself with another matter. He took out a piece of yin wood, took out a carving knife, and began to carefully carve it.

The Yin Wood was planted by a ghost immortal in the cave and is called the Soul-Nourishing Wood. As the name suggests, it has the ability to nourish the soul. It is said that this special spiritual wood comes from the underworld.

Chang Shou had taken care of the Yin Wood for him for half a year and obtained a branch. Now he took it out, cut off a section, and used it to house the Xuanli's soul.