A Mortal's Journey to Immortality

Zhou Ping carefully put the three silver needles into his wallet, glanced at the empty top of the agarwood, and then hid it in his identity token.

He subconsciously looked out the window, as if sensing something, and his gaze immediately swept towards the distant mountain peaks.

That single glance made his eyes widen immediately, and his pupils contracted sharply.

"That's...!"

Zhou Ping exclaimed in shock, and the azure true energy automatically converged towards his eyes.

A figure reappeared on the distant peak, just as it had been months before, standing there quietly, looking down at the Golden Garden below.

He carefully observed the other person. At this moment, Zhou Ping was able to make out the other person's appearance slightly. Although the face was still somewhat blurry, the other person's eyes were flashing with a faint light, which was extremely eerie.

Just as Zhou Ping was trying to observe the other party, another figure suddenly appeared on the mountaintop. The light in his eyes was even brighter, and he instantly scanned his direction.

Zhou Ping broke out in a cold sweat and quickly ducked behind the door, trying to calm his breathing and focus his mind.

There's still one person!

On a distant mountain peak, Tongxin Daoist suddenly appeared beside Liu Feng, frowning as he scanned the area below, his eyes gleaming.

"What's wrong with you? You startled me!"

Liu Feng looked at the old Taoist priest who had suddenly appeared beside him with a puzzled expression.

Tongxin Daoist seemed not to hear, and continued to carefully scan the area below, as if searching for something.

After about ten breaths, the old Taoist priest finally stopped, raised his hand to stroke his goatee, and looked puzzled.

"That's strange... Could it be my imagination?"

Liu Feng turned around, no longer looking at the battlefield below, and noticed the strangeness in Tongxin Daoist. He asked,

"Master, have you discovered something?"

"While I was dozing off, a faint aura suddenly appeared below, but it vanished immediately when I went to investigate. It's truly strange..."

Tongxin Daoist stared blankly at the fighting crowd below, his eyes filled with deep doubt.

"You mean... there are other cultivators among the crowd below?"

Upon hearing his master's answer, Liu Feng immediately became nervous. If other cultivators were to get involved, the trouble would be immense.

It wasn't that the master and disciple were afraid of each other, but rather that they worried that the other was lurking in the shadows, like a dangerous venomous snake.

If they get involved, he and Tongxin Daoist will still have a way to deal with it. But if the other party is determined not to make a move, then the two of them will be in a difficult situation.

Although the cultivation world has strict rules that cultivators cannot participate in worldly disputes, violators will be severely punished.

However, if one can clean up their mess after committing a crime and no one knows about it, it won't have much of an impact on them.

It is said that cultivators who indiscriminately kill mortals will be burdened with karmic debt. When they break through to higher realms, such as the Core Formation and Nascent Soul stages, they will be greatly amplified by the legendary tribulations of inner demons. At best, they will fail to advance; at worst, they will suffer from demonic possession and die.

These hidden dangers are all aimed at some great cultivators. Small cultivators like Tong Xin and Liu Feng, who are only at Qi Refining, would not even consider these things.

Among cultivators, very few can successfully establish a foundation for their cultivation, let alone reach the later stages of Core Formation and Nascent Soul.

The master and apprentice, who came from humble backgrounds, didn't even dare to dream of reaching the Foundation Establishment stage, so why would they care about such an ethereal thing?

Therefore, in the cultivation world, the lower a cultivator's level, the more ruthless and unscrupulous they become.

These people come from humble backgrounds and have no resources. They live a life of cultivation where they don't know where their next meal will come from. If an opportunity comes their way, how can they give it up so easily?

However, the master and disciple are now facing an awkward situation. If their actions are discovered by other cultivators, they will be unable to gain a foothold in the cultivation world.

"Don't rush, observe for a while longer. It could be something else entirely. Even I, an old Taoist priest, am not sure."

Tongxin Daoren sat down cross-legged, his previous laziness and drowsiness completely gone, and he focused his attention on the battlefield below.

"After obtaining information about the Jin Clan, I have never mentioned it to anyone, and there should be no one else in the cultivation world who knows about it."

Liu Feng pondered for a moment, carefully recalling the events of a few years ago, and concluded that there had been no disclosures.

"When you make your move, be careful and wait for the right opportunity in the shadows."

After a moment's thought, the Copper Heart Taoist made what he considered a relatively safe decision.

"Your disciple obeys!"

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"Old Ghost Mo, the dignified master of the Sword Sect, a grandmaster of martial arts in the martial world, would he really do such despicable things as petty theft?!"

A deep, reprimanding voice suddenly rang out from the gate of Jinyuan, and then Jin Jingtian, dressed in a brocade robe, appeared before everyone's eyes.

The two sides in the battle felt a sharp pain in their ears and stopped fighting in horror, looking in the direction from which the sound came from.

Upon seeing the newcomer, all the disciples of the Sword Sect tensed up, parrying and taking a few steps back, their faces filled with vigilance.

On the other hand, the disciples of the Jin clan all roared with deafening shouts upon seeing their clan leader arrive, and their morale was immediately boosted.

Mo Liancheng looked towards the Jin Clan's gate, squinted at the newcomer, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"I thought Chief Jin was going to keep hiding like a coward forever. Did you finally give in? But you look a little strange. Is it because you're under too much pressure?"

When Mo Liancheng saw the aged-looking Jin Jingtian, he was first startled, then overjoyed. It seemed that what Jin Yunfeng said was true; the other party had indeed been ambushed. He just wondered what gave him the confidence to show himself at this moment.

Jin Yunfeng was somewhat surprised at this moment. The other party's appearance did not look like someone who had been poisoned by the "Five Poisons Powder" at all. Although his face looked unusually old, it did not match the characteristics of someone who had been poisoned.

Mo Liancheng glanced at Jin Yunfeng beside him. Seeing the other's surprised and uncertain expression, the corner of his mouth stiffened slightly, and his joy immediately disappeared.

"Master Jin, is there something wrong?"

He asked him in a low voice, he needed to find out the truth about Jin Jingtian before he dared to go up and fight him, otherwise he didn't have much confidence in winning.

Jin Jingtian became the patriarch of the Jin clan at a young age, which shows he has extraordinary abilities.

He entered the realm of martial arts grandmaster in his early thirties, and then reached the level of great grandmaster in just a few years, truly a genius in martial arts cultivation.

Although Mo Liancheng looks much older, he is actually not much older than Jin Jingtian.

Because of years of refining the Soul-Devouring Evil Sword, his vital essence was severely depleted by its constant absorption, which resulted in his current appearance, which is much older.

This is also the tragedy of the Mo family. As the head of the family, he had to take on the responsibility of refining the Soul-Devouring Evil Sword. While strengthening his own cultivation, he also paid a heavy price for it.

Mo Liancheng possesses the combat strength of a peak martial arts master, and his ability to join the ranks of grandmasters is entirely due to this strange and evil sword.

With the combination of the two, one's strength reaches the level of a Grandmaster.