A Mortal's Journey to Immortality

Longquan Town, Mo Family.

As the absolute ruler of Longquan Town, the Mo family mansion, located in the center of the town, was now bustling with people, each with a grim expression on their face.

In the central hall of the Mo family mansion, more than a dozen Mo family elders sat quietly in two rows on twelve gilded chairs.

In the center of the main hall, an elderly man with silver hair and beard sat with his eyes closed, filling the silent hall with a solemn and oppressive atmosphere.

The twelve elders of the Mo family all had anxious expressions on their faces, but none of them dared to utter a sound.

Just when the atmosphere reached its most oppressive point, Mo Liancheng, the head of the Mo family, who was seated in the main seat, slowly opened his eyes.

A moment later, a member of the Mo family hurriedly walked in from outside. After entering the main hall, he first bowed to Mo Liancheng in the center, and then turned around and bowed to the elders on the left and right.

"I hereby inform the patriarch and all elders that the gate guards have reported that someone has entered the gate. In accordance with the clan's orders, no obstruction was carried out."

Are you alone?

Mo Liancheng spoke, asking calmly.

"One person! No other attendants were found."

The visitor replied respectfully.

Upon hearing that the other party had come alone, a cacophony of discussion immediately erupted in the main hall.

"You dare to trespass into my Mo family's residence all by yourself? You must have a death wish!"

"What is this person relying on to be so fearless!"

"Should we send out the Sword Guards to apprehend this man?"

.......

Mo Liancheng gazed at the noisy hall, a serious expression appearing on his usually calm face, his brows furrowing in a rare gesture.

"Quiet down! Are you trying to make a fool of yourself by being so impatient?"

A majestic voice rang out from the main hall, deep and domineering, like a tiger's roar suddenly echoing in the forest.

The many elders of the Mo family straightened up and sat quietly in their seats, not daring to say another word.

"The other party dares to come to my Mo family alone, so they must have something to rely on. Put away your useless thoughts and just wait quietly."

Mo Liancheng glanced at the crowd, then waved to the person who had reported.

"Bring them here!"

"No need to trouble you all. I have come uninvited, and I hope you will forgive me."

Just then, a lazy voice suddenly came from outside the main hall, and then everyone saw an old Taoist priest dressed in a Taoist robe and holding a whisk appear leisurely at the entrance of the main hall. Without pausing, he stepped in.

Mo Liancheng and many of the Mo family elders all stared at the newcomer with solemn expressions, secretly shocked.

The Mo family mansion is the largest residence in the entire Longquan Town, occupying almost one-third of the town's land area.

It took several sentries to get the message to the main hall quickly from the gate, so it was hard for them to believe that the messenger arrived only a moment later than the messenger.

After walking to the center of the main hall, the old Taoist priest casually cupped his hands in greeting, then stared at Mo Liancheng directly in front of him with a smile and no words.

Mo Liancheng's expression was solemn, the veins on his hands, which were resting on the chair, bulging. After staring at the other person for a moment, he asked in a deep voice.

"May I ask what brings you here alone, sir?"

"hey-hey!"

The old Taoist priest suddenly grinned, then plopped down on the open ground of the main hall, looking at Mo Liancheng with a half-smile.

"Is Patriarch Mo asking a question he already knows the answer to?"

Inside the main hall, the crowd watched the two exchange questions and answers, somewhat bewildered, glancing back and forth at them.

Mo Liancheng's expression was somewhat gloomy, as if he knew the other party's purpose, and he asked in a cold tone,

"May I ask, Elder Daoist, what is your relationship to young friend Liu Feng?"

"Patriarch Mo has finally remembered that Liu Feng is the old Taoist's unruly disciple."

The old Taoist priest sat cross-legged on the ground and replied casually.

Upon hearing this, Mo Liancheng narrowed his eyes, but his mind was in turmoil.

"Why is young friend Liu Feng not here today?"

"My unworthy disciple has just reached a crucial stage in his cultivation and cannot leave, so I, the old Taoist, have no choice but to make this trip."

The old Taoist priest shook his head and said with a hint of helplessness.

Then he flicked his whisk, a hint of impatience on his face, and asked in an unfriendly tone,

"The appointed day for your sect and my unworthy disciple has arrived. Why haven't you taken down the Green Bamboo Sect yet?"

As soon as the old Taoist priest finished speaking, gasps of surprise rang out in the main hall, and all the dozen or so elders of the Mo family turned their gazes toward him.

Mo Liancheng stared at the old Taoist priest with a gloomy expression, his eyes blazing with anger.

"You make it sound so easy, Daoist. The Green Bamboo Sect is a well-established and respected force in Tianyan Prefecture. Its heritage is not much inferior to my Dragon Spring Sword Sect. Do you think you and I can take it down with just a few words?!"

Seeing the anger rising in the other party's eyes, the old Taoist priest let out a cold snort. A glint of light flashed in his eyes, and an invisible aura enveloped the other party's head.

Mo Liancheng felt a chill run down his spine, as if he were shrouded by an invisible malevolent force. His expression immediately turned panicked, and he broke out in a cold sweat in an instant.

"It will take at least half a year, and at most no more than a year. When my disciple comes out of seclusion, I hope your sect can show some sincerity."

"At that time, regardless of whether we have taken over the Green Bamboo Sect or not, I will bring my disciples to visit your sect, hoping to receive the strong support of Patriarch Mo."

"If you cannot help my master and me take down the Green Bamboo Sect, the secret of your Mo family's possession of the Soul-Devouring Evil Sword will be exposed to the public. At that time, this old Daoist will wipe your Mo family out of the world without lifting a finger!"

After saying that, the old Taoist priest's figure flickered and he arrived at the entrance of the main hall. He then leaped away and disappeared from the sight of Mo Liancheng and the others.

After that, a deathly silence fell over the Mo family's main hall. The dozen or so elders looked at each other in a panic.

"well......."

After a long while, Mo Liancheng's heavy sigh broke the silence, and everyone turned their helpless and puzzled gazes toward the figure in the center.

"Patriarch, how does this person know the details of our clan's ancestral sword?!"

"Who is this person? Could it be that the conflict between our clan and the Green Bamboo Sect started because of him?"

"Master..."

.........

Mo Liancheng looked helplessly at the many elders in the hall. His dignified figure suddenly became hunched over. He slowly leaned back in his chair and recounted the whole story in a daze.

It turns out that Mo Liancheng's youngest son, Mo Yunxiao, had met a young man named Liu Feng by chance while traveling the martial arts world several years ago. Liu Feng was highly skilled and had unique techniques, which immediately attracted the attention of Mo Yunxiao, who was also a young and outstanding man.

After a contest between the two, Mo Yunxiao was deeply impressed by Liu Feng's strength and then decided to befriend him.

In the following months, the two often sparred and visited each other frequently, and their relationship became increasingly familiar.

After getting drunk one night, Mo Yunxiao, on a whim, revealed the secret of his family's ancestral sword, which gave the scheming Liu Feng a handle to use against him.

It turns out that Liu Feng's true identity is a rare cultivator in the secular world. After hearing Mo Yunxiao's description of the Ancestral Sword, he immediately realized that this sword was an evil object that was not tolerated in the cultivation world.

At that very moment, Liu Feng was worrying about how to deal with the Green Bamboo Sect. Bound by the ironclad rules of the cultivation world, cultivators were not allowed to directly attack secular forces or individuals.

Therefore, after learning the secret of the Longquan Mo family, he secretly approached Mo Liancheng, the head of the Mo family, and coerced him into provoking a deadly battle between the Longquan Sword Sect and the Qingzhu Sect.

.......

After hearing Mo Liancheng's account, everyone slumped weakly into their seats, muttering silently.

"Cultivators..."