A Mortal's Journey to Immortality

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.

Throughout the streets and alleys of Tianyan Town, everyone was buzzing with discussion about the outcome of the trade summit.

To everyone's surprise, the Chen family, who had lost the protection of the Green Bamboo Sect, once again became the champion of this conference.

While everyone was discussing the matter, they were all curious about what had happened. However, the other families and forces that were competitors all remained tight-lipped and refused to reveal any information.

While people were curious, they were all shocked by the Chen family's extraordinary abilities. Some of the fickle merchants and shops who had switched sides at the last minute were now filled with regret.

Zhou Ping sat in a teahouse, his ears filled with news about the trade summit.

He tapped the table lightly with his fingers. Although the result was within his expectations, he still needed to confirm it himself before he could feel at ease.

After placing a few copper coins on the table without making a sound, Zhou Ping walked outside in a nonchalant manner.

After a period of continuous effort, the high-grade storage bag was about to be opened. According to his estimate, in another two or three days, the remaining divine consciousness would be completely erased.

Zhou Ping originally planned to open it all at once before going out to inquire about the Chen family.

However, the residual spiritual consciousness in the storage bag was exceptionally difficult to deal with. After trying for more than ten days, he finally couldn't take it anymore and, exhausted, had no choice but to abandon his plan to continuously remove it.

As Zhou Ping felt his headache subside slightly, he felt a mixture of love and hate for that high-end storage bag.

He thought he could open it in ten days or so, but after trying it, he found that even though Jin Wanxuan had been dead for many years, the other party's divine sense was much stronger than his own. Just the remaining part was enough to make him exhausted and mentally exhausted.

What was originally estimated to be ten days or so has suddenly been extended to nearly twenty days.

Now that the outcome of the Chen family's participation in the summit has been confirmed, Zhou Ping plans to go back and open the storage bag before meeting with Chen Dafu.

As he headed toward Guiyuan Pavilion, he failed to notice that at a street corner a few dozen feet away, a mysterious figure in a cloak was following him at a certain distance, keeping a safe distance from him.

Zhou Ping naturally didn't realize he was being followed; the distance was far beyond the range of his divine sense.

The other party clearly knew his identity as a cultivator and always kept the distance between them within a safe range.

Only after Zhou Ping entered Guiyuan Pavilion did the figure stop following him, quietly hiding in a dilapidated pavilion, lost in thought and silent.

.........

Songzhu Mountain Range.

Suddenly, a ball of crimson flame erupted from the palm of the Copper Heart Taoist, instantly turning the puppet disc in his hand into ashes.

Behind him, Wuxin Sanren was observing the motionless puppet with great interest, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

It turned out that a few days ago, the two suddenly appeared together in Jinyuan. With their late-stage Qi Refining cultivation and skills, even with the protection of the clan's guardian battle puppets, Jin Haiming was still killed by the two in a single encounter.

After losing Jin Haiming and the clan's protective war puppet, the Jin clan of Jinyuan lost all hope and perished at the hands of Tongxin Daoren.

Tongxin Daoren was not a bloodthirsty person, but in order to find out about his disciple Liu Feng and the whereabouts of the Jin Clan's relics, he decided to commit suicide.

Having long since severed his path to immortality, Tong Xin no longer cared about the rules of the cultivation world and unhesitatingly raised his butcher's knife against the Jin Clan.

"The Golden Clan's Spirit Seed... Zhou Ping."

Tongxin Daoist slowly uttered Zhou Ping's name. Recalling the descriptions of this person by many members of the Jin Clan, Tongxin Daoist's eyes gradually turned cold.

Recalling the previous events, Tongxin Daoren's mind seemed to suddenly become clear.

The Jin Clan Chief died of poisoning, his disciple Liu Feng suddenly disappeared, and the Jin Clan's identity as a spiritual cultivator...

The inhuman corpse in the Jin Clan Ancestral Hall now seems to belong not to the Jin Clan's spiritual seed, but to his disciple Liu Feng!

Bang!

With a wave of his hand, the Copper Heart Daoist reduced a large tree beside him to ashes. His eyes bloodshot, he glared at the Heartless Hermit and said fiercely,

"In Zhou Ping's possession, besides the secret techniques passed down through my Copper Sheep Temple, there are also relics obtained by the Fourth Ancestor of the Golden Clan from the Azure Lotus Profound Sect. It's highly likely that the Five Profound Tokens are among them!"

"We must find him as soon as possible; I will tear him to pieces!"

Wuxin Sanren withdrew his gaze from the battle puppet, turned to look at Tongxin Daoren, whose face was filled with murderous intent, and replied earnestly.

"Senior brother has bestowed such an opportunity upon me, how could I possibly go back on my word? Rest assured, as long as that Zhou Ping you speak of remains within Tianyan Prefecture, he will surely not escape the grasp of this reclusive master!"

"This great opportunity didn't come for nothing. I hope you won't forget the promise we made as brothers."

Tongxin Daoist turned and headed towards Tianyan Town, his whole body exuding a cold aura.

Wuxin Sanren chuckled, set up his puppet, and gave chase.

Now that he has acquired this battle puppet, which is comparable to the late stage of Qi Refining, coupled with his already powerful cultivation at the ninth level of Qi Refining, with all his methods employed, few in the Qi Refining stage can rival him.

Even if he were to risk self-destructing his puppet, he would have the confidence to escape unscathed from the hands of a cultivator in the early stages of Foundation Establishment.

Unlike the old Daoist Mingxin, Wuxin Sanren doesn't spend his days trading to earn spirit stones. Instead, he, like those desperate outlaws, frequently ventures into dangerous places to search for treasures. He possesses numerous powerful skills and has thus made many like-minded friends.

That's why he dared to boast to Tongxin Daoren that he could quickly find Zhou Ping through his network of connections.

Unless Zhou Ping remains hidden in the secular world, his presence in this cultivation world will inevitably leave traces.

Wuxin Sanren glanced at the combat puppet beside him, and his face once again showed an uncontrollable excitement.

........

Three days later, in a quiet room of Guiyuan Pavilion, with a barely audible "click" sound, Zhou Ping, who was sitting cross-legged, finally slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

The remaining marks from the storage bag were finally completely erased.

Zhou Ping excitedly opened his eyes. The moment the storage bag was opened, he already knew everything inside.

While marveling at the vastness of the interior space, he had a sudden thought, and several items appeared one by one on the bed in front of him.

Zhou Ping narrowed his eyes and looked at the items one by one.

An ancient book with a green cover, fifteen low-grade spirit stones, and a palm-sized, simple token.