Three times married to Yama

Does such a thing really exist?

I couldn't help but look at Yan Jinyue. After receiving my gaze, he simply shook his head slightly.

No? If there's no elixir that can directly extend lifespan, why did Sheng Weilan say that this was one of the prizes this time?

Could this be a publicity stunt by the Mystic Arts Association?

"Lan Yin, are you interested in these prizes?" Sheng Weilan asked.

Instead of answering, I asked, "What about you? Are you interested?"

Sheng Weilan pondered for a moment before replying, "I'm quite interested. I want to know if there really are elixirs in this world that can prolong life, but..."

Sheng Weilan paused here, "I heard that the reward for first place is a condition, that is, that one can make any condition to the association. I still think this reward is more attractive."

Such a reward? That's certainly tempting.

I asked Sheng Weilan, "Are all those invited to participate required to take part in the competition?"

"Yes, if you're here, it means you're participating." She nodded.

I,"?"

Is this really a scam? Why didn't anyone tell me beforehand? I was planning to decide whether to participate based on the situation on-site; I genuinely wanted to watch other people compete.

As we walked, we arrived at the venue for the welcome party. The entire venue was decorated in a low-key yet luxurious style, and there was a band and singers.

Previously, the brightly dressed young men and women were happily raising their glasses and clinking them together, but my gaze fell on the person sitting quietly in the corner.

He was thin and had a somewhat otherworldly air about him, but I knew he was disgusting.

I said to Yan Jinyue and Ji Fengya, "Go have fun, you don't need to stay by my side all the time."

No one would be so foolish as to run wild on Lingyu Mountain's territory, so I feel at ease letting them go for a stroll now.

Xia Zheng took the little princess to eat and drink, Ji Fengya grabbed a glass of wine and headed towards the group of beautiful women, only Yan Jinyue stood by my side without moving.

Sheng Weilan got me a glass of champagne. She followed my gaze and saw the thin man sitting in the corner, and the boy beside him.

"Do you know him?" Sheng Weilan asked.

I took a sip of champagne and replied, "His name is Mo Xun. Do you know him or have you heard of him?"

Upon hearing this, Sheng Weilan raised an eyebrow, her gaze towards Mo Xun shifting to scrutiny, before replying, "This name does seem somewhat familiar, but this person rarely appears in the public eye of the Xuanmen, otherwise I should remember him. Apart from his name, I have absolutely no recollection of his appearance."

Perhaps noticing our gaze, Mo Xun looked over at us.

When we met his gaze, I generously raised my glass to him from afar.

Based on Mo Xun's actions, he is definitely an evil cultivator.

Why would the association send an invitation to a heretical practitioner?

Just then, someone came looking for Sheng Weilan. She greeted me and then left.

Yan Jinyue and I found a quiet spot to sit down. Yan Jinyue held a glass of scarlet wine in her hand, swirling it slowly.

I asked Yan Jinyue, "Is there really no medicine in this world that can extend lifespan?"

Yan Jinyue chuckled, took a small sip of wine, and looked at me. "No, if there really were, your father would search high and low for you, knowing his temperament."

Hearing his words, my heart tightened. I don't remember ever mentioning my father to him. How could he understand my father's personality?

I gripped my wine glass tightly and asked in a hoarse voice, "Do you know my dad?"