Longevity: Start with the farming game!

Within the main area of Guanhai City.

Whether it's the pavilions of inns or both sides of the main streets, colorful flags are erected and large red lanterns are hung high.

Some dessert shops even specially offered sweet treats containing peanuts and sesame.

This was done not only to create a lively and festive atmosphere but also to imply "promotion," considered a good omen.

"Take a look, have a look, freshly made spiritual flower sesame peanut candy!"

"Shopkeeper, give me three portions."

"Alright, Daoist! You must also be here to participate in the sect selection!"

"Eating my 'Step-by-Step Promotion' dessert will guarantee your successful entry into your desired sect!"

"… Thank you."

"That will be three low-grade spirit stones!"

"Daoist Yu, settle the bill."

…

The familiar group of two women and one man each held a box of exquisitely packaged sesame soft candy, slowly moving through the crowd.

"Sister, this candy tastes average, but it's more than ten times more expensive than other food."

"Normal."

"Uh, Sister is still so concise."

Ji Qingli, the woman with a slightly sharp temperament, paused upon hearing this. She frowned before saying:

"During special periods, things with symbolic meaning will naturally be priced very high."

"Maybe the packaging alone accounts for half a spirit stone."

As Ji Qingli spoke, she specially tapped the wooden box of the dessert before conveniently storing it in her storage ring.

Ji Qingyue, the woman with a strand of silly hair on her head, softly hugged her:

"I understand the reasoning~ I just wanted to talk to Sister a bit more."

Ji Qingli's expression changed slightly upon hearing this, and she looked at her again before saying:

"Let's leave here after a while. We haven't found any unusual situations on this trip, it's time to return to the capital, Changmeng."

Ji Qingyue, who was holding her arm, shook her silly hair and then sighed:

"Ah! Let's play for a few more days. Although this place isn't as lively as Changmeng."

"But going back to Changmeng means cultivating all day again! Sister~ At least wait until the first day of June~"

Ji Qingli's heart softened when she saw her cute appearance and said:

"Okay, but you have to cultivate more diligently after you go back. You're only in the late stage of Foundation Establishment after so long."

"People of your age are all…"

"I know, I know, I promise!"

Ji Qingyue decisively nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, interrupting Ji Qingli's lecture.

Moreover, she conveniently pulled along the delicate-looking man beside her, Yu Qiqi: "Guardian… Daoist Yu, let's go take a look over there!"

Yu Qiqi simply nodded expressionlessly: "Yes!"

Ji Qingyue was delighted upon hearing this and conveniently took Ji Qingli's hand.

Then, with a joyful expression, she walked towards a place where the crowd was gathering.

"Speaking of which, the predecessor of Huangsha Gate was a Nascent Soul sect!"

"You don't know this, the predecessor of the Black Pigeon Faction was the Spirit Transformation sect, Giant Kun Sect!"

"Hey! What they're saying is all fake! As far as I know, Qingyu Gate is…"

Ji Qingli, who was watching from the side, was a little surprised at first when she heard "Nascent Soul, Spirit Transformation sect."

But after hearing the same story with different details dozens of times, she became completely immune.

"Sister~ What they're saying is too exaggerated!"

"Who started this exaggerated trend?"

Ji Qingyue walked along with a puffed-up face and pouting lips, looking unconvinced.

Ji Qingli on the right simply nodded calmly: "Normal."

After she finished speaking, she seemed to have thought of something and added:

"Just a promotional tactic, but it is indeed a bit exaggerated."

Yu Qiqi on the left remained silent, only his eyes were focused, and his left hand often gripped the sword at his waist.

When the three passed by an inconspicuous location.

They saw seven or eight small children surrounding an old man with a goatee, listening to a story:

"Ahem, speaking of which, this Xuanzhen Gate…"

…

Xuanzhen Gate, Sect Master's Residence.

Han Xuanyu sat cross-legged in mid-air with his eyes closed, surrounded by purple mist.

After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes, and a hint of purple light flashed quickly.

"It's been a long time since I used this talent for deduction. Although it's a bit tiring, it's all worth it…"

"Soon I'll be able to split off my second clone!"

As Han Xuanyu spoke, he slowly retracted his power, and his entire body began to descend slowly.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, a message token at his waist vibrated.

Han Xuanyu saw that it was Yin Liulian sending a message, and he immediately received the information:

"Husband, the matter you instructed me to investigate regarding the Supreme Elder of the Myriad Sword Sect, Liu Changfeng."

"There have been results. Rumor has it that he once apprenticed to a mysterious sword cultivator in his early years."

"Rumor has it that this sword cultivator is very likely related to the Sword Pavilion Holy Land of the Three Great Holy Lands!"

"As for Liu Changfeng's other trivial information, it is recorded in a jade slip and has been sent to you."

"In addition, the annual sect disciple recruitment day is approaching, and I have made preparations…"

Han Xuanyu had always kept this old fogey Liu Changfeng in mind.

When he heard "Sword Pavilion Holy Land" here, Han Xuanyu only rejoiced that he hadn't rashly attacked this old fogey Liu Changfeng.

"This old fogey still has to be killed. Someday, I'll just use a remote attack to send him away."

"To be on the safe side, I still need to send a clone to the scene to check if Liu Changfeng has left any backup plans…"

Han Xuanyu frowned and stopped when he thought of this. After clearing his throat, he didn't forget to reply with the message token:

"Thank you, Madam. I'll also trouble you with the matter of recruiting disciples."

When Han Xuanyu said this, he felt a little embarrassed. He was purely a hands-off shopkeeper…

Panlong Cave, deep within the ice cave's ley lines, the sound of iron picks mining stone constantly echoed.

"Clang!"

"Clang!!"

"Clang!!!"

The long cave was piled with the corpses of snake-shaped demon beasts.

The deeper the tunnel went, the more corpses there were, but the surrounding frozen rock walls were also covered with azure fluorescent mushrooms.

Because of the massive nutrients left behind by the large number of demon beast corpses, this group of mushrooms grew very densely and large.

Even the light they provided turned the dark tunnel into a blue daylight.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!!!!!"

Groups of black-clothed cultivators carrying iron picks constantly poured into this ley line from the complex tunnels like ant nests…

Extending upwards from the ley lines, on the ground who knows how many kilometers away.

Some cultivators wearing family attire were walking leisurely in groups:

"It really is a wasted trip, so many days, where are the demon cultivators?"

"Who said there were demon cultivators in Panlong Cave? That person must be blind!"

"Brother Tiezhu is right, we really haven't found any traces of demon cultivators these days."

"It's strange to say, but even the demon beasts here have become much rarer these days."

"Hey, could it be that they're hibernating? Otherwise, they can't all have gone up to the sky or down to the earth, right?"

"Hey, if you ask me, it's just that the Young City Lord is too idle and specially doing these unnecessary things."

"If it weren't for the daily contribution points, who would be willing to come here and freeze…"

"Ahem, alright, that's enough gossip!"

The middle-aged cultivator leading the group coughed lightly, stopping the increasingly deviated conversation.

Finally, he added: "If you encounter demon cultivators, kill them if you can beat them, run if you can't."

"Don't be so full of enthusiasm all day long, isn't it good to just walk around and get contribution points every day?"

"Young!"

Everyone was speechless at being rebuked, and they didn't dare to refute the clan elder in front of them.

Only one of the cultivators stomped the ground hard in dissatisfaction.