Tianjin, starting with unorthodox methods to achieve immortality

A fireball is burning on the riverbank.

Chen Mo stood at a distance, watching the flames engulf the two corpses.

One was a withered old woman, and the other was a cat curled up in a ball.

The flames were small, but intense, sizzling as they burned the grease from the corpse.

He put his hands in his pockets and watched as the fire slowly burned the cat-faced witch and her natal cat demon to ashes.

The wind blew from the river, carrying a damp, fishy vapor that swept up the ashes and scattered them into the river.

The Gu technique he had cultivated over sixty years, the people he had harmed, the sins he had accumulated, along with his broken body, all turned into a wisp of smoke on the river.

The fire went out.

All that remained on the riverbank was a charred scar and a few cracked pebbles.

Chen Mo raised his right hand, his five fingers slightly spread, and gently waved it towards the river.

A stream split off from the river, carrying the charred fragments, which were then swirled up and mixed with mud and pebbles, tumbling and being pushed back into the river.

Even the last trace has vanished without a trace.

The water receded back into the river, and the riverbank returned to its original state.

The red moonlight shone on it, making it clean and clear, as if nothing had ever happened.

Half a lifetime spent cultivating the Tao, like a wild goose flying by, leaving no trace or shadow on the riverbank...

The sound was very soft, and most of it was dispersed by the river breeze.

There were no jokes, no wine, and not even an audience.

Only the river water gurgled and lapped against the shore, as if in agreement.

Chen Mo took out a pocket watch from his sleeve and glanced at it in the red moonlight.

It was exactly three in the morning.

"I can get some sleep when I get back."

.......

the next day.

The sun was high in the sky, and the surface of the Gan River shimmered with a dazzling white light, a world apart from the crimson moon of the previous night.

A river breeze blew in through the porthole, causing a slight ripple in the corner of the yellowed map of Ganzhou on the table.