60: Chapter 60 The Long Pavilion Begins to Longevity

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse; the music ended and the crowd dispersed.

Bidding farewell to Cen Boliang, Shen Moyan left Night Moon Pool carrying two Jade Slips.

Shen Moyan left behind a few Six Senses Fireflies to follow Cen Boliang.

But in less than two days, he lost track of the man.

"As expected, if he didn't even have this bit of anti-reconnaissance sense, he certainly wouldn't be able to be a Family Old Ancestor."

Shen Moyan was not annoyed; this was within his expectations.

Shen Moyan sent his Divine Sense into the two Jade Slips the other had gifted him.

"A chamber of commerce business card and a membership card?"

Shen Moyan was speechless; as expected of a merchant, always thinking about developing customers.

"Tianya Prefecture, Hai Jiao Chamber of Commerce."

Tianya Prefecture was located in a prosperous area of the Three Thousand Prefectures. The Hai Jiao Chamber of Commerce even had faint connections with one of the Four Sovereigns of the Holy Court, the [Immortal Lord Wanbao Fuyuan], and had opened several branches in Langya Prefecture.

These were secondary; the important thing was that Cen Boliang was actually not a local of Langya Prefecture.

No wonder a small Family in such a godforsaken peripheral prefecture would have an immortal technique Legacy.

No wonder Cen Boliang was nowhere to be seen during the great war; he wasn't there at all.

"My perspective should not be limited only to this one place, Langya Prefecture."

Shen Moyan pondered.

When the future war began, it would be unrealistic for him to try and snatch food from the tiger's mouth again to seize the nascent soul dao fruit.

In the center of the battlefield, there were five True Monarchs on the surface, and who knew how many pairs of eyes were watching in the shadows.

"So, my best choice now is to leave Langya Prefecture," Shen Moyan mused.

Even if he seized the dao fruit like in his previous life, there was no guarantee he could break the Restriction left by Wild Goose Formation True Monarch immediately.

Unless... Shen Moyan looked at the Primordial Demon Heavenly Book, his thoughts wavering.

"Crossing prefectures requires going through relevant procedures. If I have enough Spirit Stones, I could also ask Cen Boliang for a teleportation passage."

Thinking of this, Shen Moyan's figure flashed and disappeared into the night... "Brother, when do you think we can go to Cultivate?"

Luo Hanchán, curled up under the covers, was restless, constantly kicking the bedboard with her feet.

On the other side, under the oil lamp, was Luo Changting, who was buried in his studies.

"Go to sleep, don't think so much," he replied, his expression indifferent.

"Have you memorized the lines from today's play?"

"The Immortal Pill given by the Immortal Master, have you taken it this month?"

"I've memorized them all! I've taken it! Brother is so naggy!" Luo Hanchán muttered and turned over.

Luo Changting put down the Jade Slip in his hand, turned his head, and began to comfort his sister.

After a long time, Luo Changting finally calmed Luo Hanchán's emotions and began to tell a bedtime story.

"I remember Father saying that the world of the Immortal Masters is very dangerous."

"Before Father met Mother, he also went to seek immortal fate."

Luo Changting spoke softly to his sister.

When Luo Hui was young, his ambitions also filled the Mountain and Sea.

He traveled an unknown number of miles and finally walked out of that small city.

He once met an Immortal Master of the Mortal Transformation Realm, following behind him to Cultivate, and had been serving by that Immortal Master's side all those years.

But what happened afterward made Luo Hui give up the idea of cultivation.

That Immortal Master of the Mortal Transformation Realm was defeated one day in a battle with someone of the same Realm, and his soul was extinguished.

Supposedly, that Cultivator also had some kind of nine songs seal. Luo Hui thought that Immortal Masters from the Holy Court would come to investigate, take charge of his death, and uphold justice.

Sure enough, the next day, the Immortal Masters from the Guardians of Orthodoxy arrived.

But the reason they came caused Luo Hui's worldview to collapse.

They saw through the death images that the Cultivator Luo Hui followed still had a Magic Treasure left behind. Unable to bear seeing the Magic Treasure without an owner, they came to take it away.

Just like that, the person was gone. Except for Luo Hui, a Mortal who couldn't even enter their eyes, no one remembered that there had ever been such a Mortal Transformation Realm Cultivator.

Where is longevity?

cultivation, what truth is being cultivated?

Therefore, from then on, Luo Hui gave up on seeking the Dao through cultivation.

He took in Mortals who were displaced by the battles of Cultivators and established an Opera Troupe.

He took the Opera Troupe and stayed away from the gathering places of Cultivators, moving around places where Mortals gathered.

Singing myths, recounting what he had seen and heard in cultivation, and advising the world not to step into that cruel Cultivation World.

And his own Realm.

Qi Gathering was enough; a lifespan of two hundred years was enough for longevity.

Enough to accompany his Family, even to have four or five generations under one roof.

Luo Hanchán let out steady breaths and fell into a deep sleep.

Only then did Luo Changting stealthily turn off the lamp and lie down on his own bed.

Recalling his father's experiences, Luo Changting sat up, looked toward Luo Hui's room, clenched his fists, and murmured:

"Old man, you've become cowardly."

We Cultivators should press forward indomitably when facing challenges. How can we give up because of a single setback?

Luo Changting had dabbled in those myths and legends, and naturally, he was full of longing for that wonderful world.

"Old man, if you hadn't stopped your cultivation back then, Little Cicada's strange illness would probably have been cured long ago, and there would be no need to beg people everywhere."

"If I also had the cultivation of that Immortal Master from that day, would I have been able to save Mother?"

Luo Changting's mother died of a hemorrhage because she gave birth to Luo Hanchán.

His mother, who usually cared for him with warmth, was buried in the cold earth, planting a seed of longevity in young Luo Changting's heart.

Mortals could actually be so fragile.

cultivation, he must Cultivate!

Though Luo Changting had great ambitions, he also had responsibilities.

Since his wife passed away, Luo Hui had to take care of everyone in the Opera Troupe, old and young, and he had been neglectful in disciplining his younger sister and him.

If Luo Changting were to go seek the Dao now, he really wouldn't, at least not until he had raised his sister and entrusted her to a good man.

Drowsiness washed over him, and Luo Changting closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Moonlight spilled into the room through the window lattice, illuminating Shen Moyan's figure.

He stood at the head of the bed, gazing at Luo Changting who had fallen asleep with resentment, a smile on his face.

It would be at least forty more years before the Dao Blight of the origin dao preaching stele covered Langya Prefecture and wiped out the cultivation-illiterate.

These forty years of wind and frost in the Mortal World are enough to wear down the pride of a hot-blooded youth.

But forty years of cultivation time is also enough to give birth to a Devil Head who can stir up the winds and clouds.

Shen Moyan held a Six Senses Firefly in his hand, Devilish Qi swirling in his palm.

He refined it into the other's brain, completely merging it with Luo Changting. This way, Shen Moyan could permanently obtain the other's six-sense perspective.

The sleeping Luo Changting was completely unaware, even subconsciously thinking there was a mosquito at the head of the bed, and turned over in his dream.

"Longevity? I will fulfill your wish."

Shen Moyan smiled faintly; he tapped with his finger, and pure Devilish Qi poured into Luo Changting's brain, a massive amount of memories flowing into his Sea of Consciousness.

"Just right, I can use you to experiment with the latest version of the Primordial Demon Heavenly Book."

The heavenly demon chapter and the Yin Mo Chapter combined, causing many wonderful reactions.

Shen Moyan was wary of the demon seed and did not dare to Cultivate without restraint.

He went to remove the harmful information regarding the demon seed and branded Luo Changting with a mental seal.

"By the way, I should modify the Heavenly Demon Ritual a bit; I can't let him summon the [Heavenly Demon] without my permission."

"Of course, I can also use the Heavenly Demon Eye to remotely influence this person's five aggregates, indirectly controlling the ritual to truly summon the [Heavenly Demon]."

Afterward, Shen Moyan went to Luo Hanchán's bedside and also refined a Six Senses Firefly into her: "A Family should naturally be neat and together."

"Kid, I'll leave you one last beginner's gift."

Shen Moyan took out the heavenly demon sword; the pitch-black blade opened its large mouth and spat out a mass of fragments.

He refined the fragments into Luo Changting's Dantian, the Devilish Qi withdrawing silently.

This was the corpse of that Purple Mansion Realm Six Hells Demonic Sect Disciple, and naturally, it was the... Dao-entering demon seed of the Primordial Demon Heavenly Book.