All cultivators in the world know that although having a strong foundation is important, even more crucial are a cultivator’s perseverance, comprehension, and willpower. These three qualities are indispensable, and if a person possesses them, even if their foundation is weak, as long as they obtain great opportunities, they can still become a peak cultivator.

Just like a hundred years ago, the Four Great Demon Overlords and Xuan Lingzi made a contract forbidding Xuan Lingzi from taking a single step out of Taihua Mountain.

This contract, except for Luo Jianqing, only cultivators at or above the Mahayana stage know the reason for. If others were to know, it would definitely cause chaos. Xuan Lingzi, who possessed a transcendent root, achieved the Nascent Soul stage in just three hundred years. His achievements can be said to rival those of ancient cultivators and even the talented geniuses among them!

However, this does not mean that Xuan Lingzi had no opportunities.

During his youth, Xuan Lingzi often fought on the battlefields between the two races and went to various dangerous places. It is said that he even once fought alone against a ninth-level Great Perfection demon beast in Wanshou Mountain during the Tribulation Crossing stage. Xuan Lingzi had many opportunities and often obtained great opportunities and breakthroughs at critical moments, as if he had the help of the heavens, which allowed him to reach the Nascent Soul stage within three hundred years, shocking all cultivators in the world.

But now, the Demon Overlords are restricting Xuan Lingzi’s growth to prevent him from advancing to a higher realm and dominating the two races’ war.

Just like before, when Li Xiuchen returned from Flowing Flame Valley, although Guang Lingzi examined his foundation and found that he had no root, he did not suspect much. Because he believed that Li Xiuchen might be someone with perseverance, comprehension, willpower, and great opportunities.

And now, as expected by Guang Lingzi, Li Xiuchen is going to Wanshou Mountain to seek opportunities.

Before leaving, Li Xiuchen came to the top of Haoming Peak and first asked his master for permission. Guang Lingzi laughed and gave him a defensive treasure and advised him to work hard and find opportunities. Then Li Xiuchen went to Xie Zizhuo, who was wearing black clothes and had an unkind expression. Xie Zizhuo rolled his eyes and said, “Why are you looking at me? I know you’re leaving. Go ahead.”

Li Xiuchen bowed and said, “Brother Xie, when I was young, I was impolite in many ways. Please forgive me.”

Seeing this, Xie Zizhuo’s mouth twitched, but before he could speak, Guang Lingzi said, “Zizhuo, look at him, how knowledgeable and reasonable he is. This time, he can make up his mind to look for opportunities outside the sect several months before the sect competition. It’s also precious to have such a firm will. You are also half of his master, so I think you should lend him your Flowing Clouds Sword, which can help him protect his life in critical situations.”

Upon hearing his master’s request, Xie Zizhuo widened his eyes in disbelief and exclaimed, “Master, you want me to lend the Flowing Clouds Sword to him?!”

Guang Lingzi was a tall and sturdy man who sat on his throne like a mountain. He furrowed his thick eyebrows and asked, “What’s wrong? Are you not willing to do it? I have heard that you, my disciple, never teach your junior brother and often neglect your duties.”

These words immediately made Xie Zizhuo furious.

The master and disciple did not pay attention to the occasion and started quarreling loudly in the hall.

Guang Lingzi had always been unruly and rough, which was why he had taught Xie Zizhuo, who was also careless and informal. These two people were nothing like master and disciple. One said, “You’re his master, why should I teach him?” while the other said, “I’m your master, and I’ll have you do whatever I say.” They argued incessantly, and in the end, Xie Zizhuo angrily wielded the Flowing Clouds Sword, but was swiftly pressed down by Guang Lingzi’s finger.

Xie Zizhuo angrily glared at his own master. Seemingly aware that his most beloved disciple was truly upset, Guang Lingzi chuckled and waved his big arm, giving Li Xiuchen a similar magic treasure and said, “Your senior brother has always been like this. Take this magic treasure for now, it contains half of your master’s power and can save your life in critical moments.”

Li Xiuchen was overjoyed and thanked his master.

Xie Zizhuo was so angry that he was about to leave the sect.

Soon, Li Xiuchen left the main hall and scanned the magic treasures in his storage ring with his spiritual sense, grinning from ear to ear. Although Li Xiuchen was not particularly handsome, he had gained a lot of fame in Haoming Peak in recent years, and his popularity was slightly better than before.

With age, Li Xiuchen was no longer the young man who had just entered the world of cultivation, nor was he the loser who only knew how to read pirated e-books in his previous life. He was now nineteen years old and had become more temperate after returning from the Flowing Flame Valley.

“Now that the plot seems to be going back to its original direction, I’ll go to the Wanshou Mountain to find my own opportunities. It doesn’t matter if I don’t join the Yuxiao Peak, my cultivation base is already at the ninth level of Qi Refining, and I’ll definitely be able to establish a foundation next year. By then, I’ll follow the plot and do whatever I need to do. Hehehe…”

Thinking like this, Li Xiuchen couldn’t help but reveal a creepy smile.

Because he thought of the second harem member he had gained in just a few months by going to the Wanshou Mountain. The first harem member was his senior sister, Mu Tianxin, whom he would have slept with in the ruins. However, he seemed to have lost contact with her now, so he might as well treat the next harem as his first.

Thinking of the “wild and unrestrained, curvy figure” described in the novel, Li Xiuchen even drooled.

Time was of the essence, Li Xiuchen applied to the elders and quickly left Taihua Mountain. As he walked, he carefully recalled the plot. When he transmigrated into this world, for some reason, “Seeking Immortality” had entered his mind. Now that he was going to find opportunities and add a harem, he naturally had to be more careful.

“…I hope I won’t be like last time with Mu Tianxin and not even see Mu Ruorong’s face.”

Li Xiuchen shuddered and quickened his pace.

And he naturally didn’t know that at this moment, a handsome and elegant young man in green clothes was sitting bored on a treetop five miles behind him, looking up at the azure sky. Li Xiuchen was only at the ninth level of Qi refining, with slightly better footwork than ordinary people, but not much faster. So when Li Xiuchen had walked quite a distance, the young man in green clothes moved forward leisurely and followed him calmly.

This person is none other than Luo Jianqing.

After leaving the pass that day, Luo Jianqing simply packed his things and came to Master Xuan Lingzi’s bamboo house to bid farewell.

Luo Jianqing bowed and saluted, his lips curved into a faint smile as he said, “Master, I want to go out and gain some experience before the sect’s grand competition. Since stepping into the Nascent Soul stage, I have had no practical combat experience other than sparring with you. So I want to go to the Washou Mountain to kill some demon beasts and improve my vision.”

The bamboo house was silent for a long time, and suddenly a golden light appeared, flying straight towards Luo Jianqing.

Luo Jianqing did not avoid it, but only took out his Shuang Fu Sword and held it in front of his forehead, whispering, “Master, your injury has not yet healed. I know my limits and will not take any risks. But please do not let your primordial spirit accompany me any longer. I am worried about your health.”

The golden light suddenly stopped at the sound of his words, staying right in front of Luo Jianqing, only an inch away from his forehead.

After a long time, the golden light turned back into the house, but three treasures flew out and hung in front of Luo Jianqing.

“Take these three things first. The first one can withstand three full-strength attacks from a Unity-stage cultivator. The second one contains 70% of my power in an attack. Keep the third one well. If Shuang Fu Sword is not enough, switch to it.”

A cold voice sounded faintly, and when the words were spoken, the Shuang Fu Sword let out a dissatisfied sword cry, but the sword itself trembled lightly. Shuang Fu suddenly became obedient and no longer dared to contend with the sword.

Luo Jianqing looked at the sword in front of him with a complex expression, his heart in turmoil and unsure of what to say.

Yes, this sword…is Xuan Lingzi’s personal magic weapon, Xuan Ling Sword.

The ancient and unadorned long sword had already formed a sword spirit, with no extra decorations, but it contained a terrifying aura of antiquity. A faint golden light flowed over the sword god, like a breeze brushing through bamboo forests, and like water splashing on the sea. This sword contained the universe and all things. Just a barely audible sword cry made Shuang Fu shrink back.

A cold light flowed, icy and merciless.

In the previous life, it was this sword that pierced Luo Jianqing’s heart, leaving him in disbelief as he took his last breath.

Luo Jianqing reached out and grabbed the sword, suddenly feeling a burning sensation in his hand. It was not the Xuan Ling Sword that was burning him, but the person who had held this sword for the past three hundred years. The bitter taste had completely flooded his mouth, and Luo Jianqing’s throat choked up. He didn’t know how he managed to speak, but he heard himself ask, “Master, under what circumstances would you give this sword to someone else?”

As the words fell, a gust of wind blew through the bamboo forest, making a rustling sound.

Xuan Lingzi did not answer, and just as Luo Jianqing was heartbroken, he heard Xuan Lingzi whisper, “Master will only give this sword to someone else for your sake.”

These words slowly faded away in the wind, and Luo Jianqing silently looked at the bamboo house before bowing and turning away.

He couldn’t understand Xuan Lingzi’s words, but he could understand the certainty in Xuan Lingzi’s tone. Xuan Lingzi was not lying, so it seemed that in his past life, he had lent this sword to Li Xiuchen for him, to get rid of him as a rebel, to…kill him?

So it was really for him.

Walking into the bamboo forest, Luo Jianqing suddenly stopped his footsteps, took the Xuan Ling sword from his waist, and exerted force on his wrist. A stream of light swiftly flew backward, the sword energy pressing towards people, and stirred up dust for thousands of feet.

Clang!

The Xuan Ling sword pierced into the window railing beside the big door of the bamboo house, and sunk three inches into the wood.

Luo Jianqing didn’t even look back, just smiled and loudly said, “Master, I hope that one day you can come out of that bamboo house and personally hand over your life’s treasure sword to your disciple. You also said that practitioners should not rely too much on external objects. With this new green bamboo umbrella and your spiritual power bead, it is enough. The Xuan Ling sword… is too heavy, and I can’t lift it.”

After speaking, without waiting for Xuan Lingzi to answer, Luo Jianqing flew away.

The pain in his heart gradually dissipated when he threw away the sword. Luo Jianqing quickly found Li Xiuchen, who had just left Mount Taihua, and followed him all the way, crossing two provinces and arriving at a small town on the edge of the Wanshou Mountain.

Li Xiuchen had not left Mount Taihua much, so when he saw this strange little town, he couldn’t help but feel curious and wandered around. There were many monster corpses, as well as various magical artifacts, elixirs, and spiritual beasts for sale here. Although it did not attract Luo Jianqing, it could keep Li Xiuchen looking for a long time.

When Luo Jianqing arrived at the town, he went straight to the inn where he used to stay and checked in.

After tidying up everything, Luo Jianqing walked to the window and looked towards Mount Taihua. Even though there were two provinces between them, he could still see a faint spiritual energy soaring into the sky, pointing to the center of the continent for all to see. That was YuXiao Peak, and the tangible spiritual energy was formed by the spiritual vein occupied by YuXiao Peak.

From morning until evening, when the bright moon rose, Luo Jianqing sighed and moved his gaze away.

“Anyway, that was something from a past life. In this life… he loves me. The past has nothing to do with him in this life. I shouldn’t blame him, I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t…” His voice abruptly stopped as a piercing pain spread from his chest. Luo Jianqing gritted his teeth and finally closed his eyes, his voice mixed with indelible hatred and pain. “No, I will demand an explanation from him sooner or later! After I reach the Nascent Soul stage, after I force him out of that bamboo hut!”

His blood and spiritual energy churned, and Luo Jianqing immediately sat down and adjusted his breathing.

However, just as he finished adjusting his body’s blood and spiritual energy, he heard a strange sound coming from downstairs at the inn. Luo Jianqing frowned and listened carefully for a while, then suddenly understood and burst into laughter.

It turned out that the legendary Mu RuoRong had arrived!

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