My path to immortality was smooth sailing.

Spring is in full bloom, and the Jade Stack Peak is covered in lush greenery. The new rice shoots are sprouting tender buds, and the vast fields of spiritual rice fields have become the most beautiful embellishment of spring.

"Concentrate your mind and gather your energy, focusing your attention on the dantian. Let your spirit flow through your body, and let your mind follow your will."

"When it rises, it ascends into the sky; when it falls, it returns to its origin. When it is fast, the wind arises; when it is slow, the clouds disperse. Man and shuttle become one, piercing through the clouds and breaking through the sky."

Wei Jing repeatedly recited the mantra for controlling the Cloud-Breaking Shuttle until he had memorized it completely.

He opened his palm, channeled spiritual energy into it, and the Cloud-Breaking Shuttle in his hand slowly floated up, then grew larger in the wind.

In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a small boat, but the interior was very cramped, and it looked like it could only accommodate two people at most.

That was enough. Wei Jing stepped onto the flying shuttle and silently recited the incantation to infuse his spiritual power.

The Cloud-Breaking Shuttle slowly rose into the air, and then its speed increased.

The shuttle soared into the sky and flew rapidly, like an arrow released from a bow.

Wei Jing could feel the wind suddenly tearing through the air, the howling sound filling his eardrums. The howling wind, carrying sharp sounds, surged and roared in his ears, and everything around him was blurred into indistinct afterimages by the sound of the wind.

"This is so exciting!" Wei Jing squinted, the strong wind making it almost impossible for him to open his eyes.

But Wei Jing felt no fear at all; instead, he pushed his spiritual power to its limit.

That's too fast.

The clouds on both sides were stretched into long white lines, rushing past us rapidly.

He swooped down and then quickly rose again, like a caged bird regaining its freedom.

After a long while, Wei Jing finally slowed down his Cloud-Breaking Shuttle, drifting in the sky and letting the strong wind blow him.

Looking down from the sky, the Wushan Mountains resembled a huge scar on the earth. Wei Jing gazed into the distance from high above, yet he still could not see the end of the mountains.

The Liangqiang River flows ceaselessly, connecting two vast plains.

The Wei family of Jiangzuo and the Chu family of Jiangbei are located here.

The two plains border the Spirit Mist Forest, which appears as a vast expanse of deep green when viewed from above.

The mountains are rugged and ancient peaks stand in abundance.

There's a certain story behind this area.

Wei Jing straightened up, and with a sudden leap, flew directly out of Jade Stack Peak and sped away into the distance.

On his journey, he passed through Liushi Town, the small town where he grew up, where his parents and sister lived.

Unconsciously, Wei Jing slowed down by half a beat.

He cultivated on Jade Stack Peak for ten years, and time flew by without him ever returning.

There was also very little correspondence within the family.

He recently received a letter from home, not long after he returned from the Suixu Secret Realm three years ago.

The letter was written by Mr. Han from the town and dictated by the mother, Mu Wanyun.

"Jing'er, your father has become the mayor of Liushi Town."

"That day, a middle-aged steward from the family came to our house from Jade Stack Peak. He was very respectful to your father."

"Jing'er, when are you coming back?"

Wei Jing remained silent, letting the Cloud-Breaking Shuttle carry him through Willow Stone Town.

At that moment, he suddenly understood why his uncle hadn't gone back home for thirty or forty years.

"So, there really is a difference between immortals and mortals." Wei Jing sighed. He was only at the Qi Refining stage, and each time he went into seclusion, it would take at least two or three years.

Once you reach the Foundation Establishment stage, a single period of seclusion might last five or six years, or even more than ten years.

Wei Jing suddenly felt a little uninterested, so he turned around on the Broken Cloud Shuttle and flew at high speed. In less than half an hour, he landed on Jade Stack Peak.

The surrounding family disciples saw a streak of light rushing towards them, then the light fell, and a young boy stepped out.

Once they could see Wei Jing's face clearly, they gathered around one by one.

"Brother Jing!"

"Hello, Brother Jing!"

Wei Jing nodded, and the Cloud-Breaking Shuttle shrank and fell into Wei Jing's palm, which he then casually kicked into his arms.

Seeing this, the surrounding clansmen were all extremely envious.

"Brother Jing, is that your magical artifact the Cloud-Piercing Shuttle?"

"It can fly three thousand miles a day."

Wei Jing had a headache. He clearly saw some clansmen who were older than his own father, yet they still shamelessly came up to him and called him Brother Jing.

"Brother Jing!"

Suddenly someone shouted, and Wei Jing looked in the direction of the sound and immediately laughed, a smile spreading across his face.

"Young Master Long, you flatter me."

The newcomer was Wei Long. He had just witnessed Wei Jing's splendid and exhilarating ride on the Cloud-Breaking Shuttle. Even though he was the Grand Elder's grandson, he hadn't managed to acquire a single spiritual weapon.

"I'm not joking anymore, Wei Jing. In three days, Wei Jun and I have requested to go to the Spirit Mist Forest to hunt the One-Horned Bull, and we would like to invite you to come along."

Hunting wild bulls?

Wei Jing asked suspiciously, "As far as I know, although the One-Horned Bull is only a first-tier demon beast, its combat power after adulthood is comparable to the late stage of Qi Refining, and its hide provides defense comparable to a low-grade spiritual weapon."

It wasn't that Wei Jing looked down on Wei Long, but even if he went, he might not be able to hunt down the One-Horned Bull.

Moreover, unicorn bulls always appear in herds.

"That's why I came to invite Brother Jing!" Wei Yun's voice came from afar, and soon she squeezed through the crowd to stand in front of Wei Jing.

"I hope Brother Jing can give me face." Wei Yun looked at Wei Jing sincerely.

Hey sis, who's your brother? You're five or six years older than me, okay?

Wei Jing remained silent.

"The one-horned bull is gentle, and we don't need to hunt adult bulls; killing a few calves will suffice."

"Yes, and I also borrowed a magical weapon from my grandfather, which is perfect for tearing the bull's hide," Wei Long added.

After saying that, he took out a small knife, which was the broken military knife that Wei Jing had seen in the storeroom that day.

Goodness, having connections at home really makes a difference; they lent out the magical artifact without hesitation.

But Wei Jing still slowly shook his head, refusing, "I'm busy!"

After saying that, Wei Jing strode forward.

"What should we do?" Wei Yun looked at Wei Long, who gritted his teeth and shouted at Wei Jing:

"The reward is one hundred spirit stones."

Wei Jing paused for a moment, but only for a moment.

"Two hundred spirit stones!"

Wei Jing acted as if he hadn't heard him at all, and even quickened his pace.

"Wei Jing, don't go too far. It's only two hundred and fifty spirit stones at most."

"Hehe! Deal." Wei Jing turned his head and smiled brightly.

Wei Yun and Wei Long's faces darkened. Wei Jing was truly greedy for money. If they hadn't desperately needed the hide of the One-Horned Bull as the main material to make the Peach Blossom Pouch, why would they have stooped so low as to beg Wei Jing for help?

Wei Jing accepted a deposit of one hundred spirit stones, and the three agreed to depart five days later.

Wei Jing was in a good mood when he returned home, where he was surprised to find his uncle Wei Yue waiting for him.

"Uncle, what's wrong?" Wei Jing's expression immediately turned serious.

"This is terrible." Wei Yue stood up, his face grave.

"The Qingfu Sect has issued a decree to open up new frontiers. The decree has been sent to Wushan, calling on all cultivation families and independent cultivators in Wushan to prepare for war at any time."

"They say that this time they will expand westward by six thousand li."

Upon hearing the news brought by his uncle, Wei Jing's expression became complicated.

"It seems a major upheaval is imminent in Wushan!" Wei Jing remarked.

"yes!"