A Mortal's Journey to Immortality

Upon hearing Yuan Zhengze's words, Zhou Ping was shocked. This girl, who looked even younger than him, was already close to the late stage of Qi Refining.

He quietly focused his spiritual energy into his eyes and secretly used the Heavenly Eye Technique, which he had only recently learned, to look at Gong Yiyi.

Qi Refining Stage 6!

"You brat! What are you peeking at?!"

Before Zhou Ping could even react in shock, Gong Yiyi immediately noticed his little action and glared at him, scolding him.

"No, I didn't see anything. I was just a little curious after hearing what you said, senior."

Zhou Ping scratched his head awkwardly and explained to Gong Yiyi, who looked displeased.

"snort!"

Gong Yiyi gave a soft snort with her small nose, then turned her head away and ignored Zhou Ping.

Upon seeing this, Yuan Zhengze sighed softly. With Gong Yiyi's aptitude and the cultivation of the Tai Su Xuanzong, barring any unforeseen circumstances, advancing to the Foundation Establishment stage was only a matter of time.

On the other hand, the other young man on the flying boat seemed to have mediocre talent, and his cultivation was barely passable, having reached the fourth level of Qi Refining, which was considered average.

Based on his experience, he estimated that the attributes of the spiritual root should be relatively ordinary, probably similar to his own, at most a three-elemental-root attribute.

Based on Zhou Ping's age and cultivation level, Yuan Zhengze made a rough estimate of Zhou Ping's potential and secretly came to a conclusion.

What he didn't know was that Zhou Ping had consumed countless pills along the way to reach the fourth level of Qi Refining, and his aptitude was probably far from what he had expected.

After being discovered, Zhou Ping hurriedly withdrew his Heavenly Eye Technique. Although he was shocked by Gong Yiyi's age and cultivation level, he was not so as to underestimate himself because of it.

He was confident that as long as he could successfully refine the Golden Marrow Pill, his future cultivation speed might not be much slower than hers.

After this incident, the three people on the airship all seemed to have something on their minds.

Yuan Zhengze stared silently at the distant night sky, seemingly lost in thought about his spiritual root aptitude, and became somewhat listless.

Gong Yiyi pouted, muttering something to herself, without even glancing at Zhou Ping.

Zhou Ping wasn't familiar with the two of them, so he naturally wouldn't be foolish enough to provoke them. He just secretly estimated his schedule and became increasingly anxious.

I wonder where Tongxin Daoist's junior brother is. I hope I can reach Qingyang Town before him.

.........

Outside Qingyang Town, a streak of light descended from the sky. Wuxin Sanren stored his treasured low-level flying artifact in his storage bag without anyone noticing.

It was already late, and there were far fewer pedestrians in the town than in Tianyan Town.

Wuxin Sanren, dressed as a wandering monk, walked unhurriedly through the streets of Qingyang Town.

His attire was quite common in the area, so it didn't attract any attention.

Before long, he easily found out the location of Zhou's blacksmith shop at the east end of the town.

At this moment, in the blacksmith shop, the Zhou brothers finally persuaded their father to pack up the few remaining belongings they had at home.

Zhou the blacksmith stroked the hammer and other tools he had used for most of his life, his eyes revealing a deep sense of reluctance.

"Young Master Chen, has Ping'er said when we'll be back?"

"Uncle Zhou, Senior Brother Zhou didn't mention anything specific about what to do at the time. He just entrusted me to settle you all in Tianyan Town."

"Therefore, you all just need to come back to Tianyan Town with me. If Senior Brother Zhou is alright, he will definitely come to the agreed place to meet us as soon as possible."

Chen Dafu instructed his men to load the Zhou family's belongings and personal items onto Chen's carriages, and then said uncertainly.

In fact, when Chen Dafu first arrived in Qingyang Town, the Zhou family father and son also suspected Chen Dafu's identity.

But after Chen Dafu's explanation and Zhou He's analysis, they realized that the Zhou family no longer had anything worth deceiving.

After news of Zhou Ping's death reached the capital, the Zhou family's pillar in the Qingzhu Sect was completely gone.

As for the Zhou family, who were just ordinary people, they had absolutely no value.

If the other party truly harbored ill intentions, they could easily render them powerless with a few simple means. There was no need for them to go to such lengths to lure everyone to Tianyan Town and then commit their evil deeds.

Therefore, Chen Dafu was able to gain the trust of the Zhou family father and son so easily.

Zhou the blacksmith glanced around the blacksmith shop, picked up the iron hammer, and walked towards the outer door.

"This old thing has been with me for decades, let's take it with us."

Zhou the blacksmith handed the hammer to his eldest son, Zhou Shan, and gave him instructions.

"Leave? Where to go? It seems you'll have no choice but to follow me today..."

A mocking voice came from outside the blacksmith shop. It wasn't loud, but it startled everyone inside.

The reason was simple: Wuxin Sanren, with his powerful divine sense at the ninth level of Qi Refining, instantly enveloped the entire blacksmith shop. As mortals, the Zhou family members and Chen Dafu were naturally unable to resist.

Everyone felt their vision go black, and a feeling of the sky collapsing welled up from the bottom of their hearts, causing them to tremble involuntarily.

It wasn't that the people were inadequate, but rather that the pressure from cultivators was beyond their comprehension. Mortals facing cultivators were like facing the might of heaven, as insignificant as ants.

"Who...who are you? Why have you suddenly appeared at my Zhou family's residence?"

Zhou Ping's second brother, Zhou He, was the first to recover from his shock. Although he was still terrified, he tremblingly voiced his questions.

"Not bad, it's quite surprising that a mere mortal can still speak under the pressure of this recluse."

In contrast, the others were all staggering and swaying.

Chen Dafu, in particular, was forced to sit down on the ground with a thud under the pressure of Wuxin Sanren's divine sense, his face immediately showing an expression of utter horror.

"You! You're a cultivator!?"

Wuxin Sanren shifted his gaze from Zhou He, who was covered in sweat, and looked at Chen Dafu with interest.

"Looks like you know that kid... He's the one who told you about cultivating immortality?"

When Chen Dafu saw the other person looking at him, his heart leaped into his throat, and the throbbing in his soul intensified, as if it were about to devour him.

"Immortal... Immortal Master, may I ask what brings you here?"

He was naturally timid, and he never expected to see a divine figure like Zhou Ping here again, so he panicked instantly.

"That brat from the Zhou family killed my nephew, so what do you think I, a recluse, have done here?"

Wuxin Sanren gave Chen Dafu a strange smile, but in the latter's eyes, it was as terrifying as a devil.

The other party came here seeking revenge!?

The thought flashed through Chen Dafu's mind instantly, and his previously barely maintained mental state completely collapsed!

Zhou Ping's enemy... a legendary figure... has come seeking revenge... and you expect Chen Dafu to clean up his mess?!

Before losing consciousness, Chen Dafu felt a long-lost warm flow flowing down his groin.