Cultivating Immortality, Starting from Childhood Sweethearts

As she watched the envelope slide through the crack of the door, Mo Zhuer slapped away Jiang Ruyan’s roguish hand.

Sitting up from the bed, Mo Zhuer walked to the door and picked up the envelope. On the envelope was the imprint of a black lotus.

Mo Zhuer examined it carefully.

Indeed, it was the seal of the Black Lotus Sect, something that couldn’t be easily forged.

“A new order from the Black Lotus Sect?” Jiang Ruyan sashayed over, placing her hands on Mo Zhuer’s shoulders. “Why deliver it at this time?”

“Who knows? Let’s see.”

Mo Zhuer turned around, sat down in the chair, and opened the envelope.

Since Jiang Ruyan was a member of the Black Lotus Sect herself, acting as a spy in the Central Plains (a term for the heartland of the human race, encompassing the ten great dynasties, sects, and all their territories), there was no need for secrecy. She leaned over Mo Zhuer’s shoulder to read along.

But the more they read, the deeper their frowns became.

When their eyes landed on the very last word of the letter, the paper spontaneously combusted into black flames and turned to ash.

“The Black Lotus Sect… is being quite audacious,” Jiang Ruyan remarked, looking at Mo Zhuer.

Recalling the plans detailed in the letter, she felt a chill run through her just at the thought.

Mo Zhuer shook her head. “The audacious one isn’t the Black Lotus Sect—it’s the Sect Master of the Tianxuan Sect. It seems this Sect Master has no intention of continuing his life in the Central Plains. Someone like him… is truly ruthless.”

Jiang Ruyan sat down beside Mo Zhuer, her usual playful demeanor gone. “For a cultivator, cultivation is more important than life itself. That Sect Master has been stuck at the Immortal Realm for over a thousand years. For him to take such actions isn’t surprising.

To him, the Tianxuan Sect is nothing more than a tool.

The question is, what do we do now? This mission… is dangerous.”

“Even if it’s dangerous, we have to do it. Otherwise, it won’t just be the Tianxuan Sect’s master who has nowhere to run—we’ll be the ones hunted by both the Western Regions and the Central Plains. The Black Lotus Sect places great importance on this collaboration with the Tianxuan Sect’s master.”

Mo Zhuer gazed out the window, her lips curling into a faint smile. It was as if, in her vision, the silhouette of a man appeared.

“You always say I’m a demon. Then what does this make the so-called righteous sects?”

“Who are you talking to?” Jiang Ruyan asked, smiling as she observed Mo Zhuer’s murmuring to herself. Ever since she’d met Mo Zhuer this time around, she had felt that someone else lingered in her heart.

Mo Zhuer’s eyes curved into crescents. “Talking to a fool.”

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[System Notification: Host has defeated Tianxuan Sect members Qing Ling, Lin Xiao, Qin Wen, Xiao Yanan, and Xiao Yan. Total defeated: 201. Comprehensive settlement: Blood Qi +500, Sword Qi +400, Sword Intent +500, Endurance +100.

Reward unlocked: Passive Ability—’Enemy of Many’ (evolvable).]

[Enemy of Many: When facing fewer than 100 enemies, the more enemies present, the stronger the host becomes. When enemy count reaches 99, the effect reaches its peak.

Note: ‘Enemy of Many’ provides reinforcement and a higher survival probability but does not guarantee invincibility. Do not act recklessly.]

[Host has defeated Tianxuan Sect’s He Qingqing. Blood Qi +40, Sword Intent +50. Host has achieved the milestone ‘Flower Destroyer,’ having defeated a significant number of female opponents since birth.]

[Flower Destroyer: When engaging in combat against the opposite gender, damage increases by 10%.]

[Host faced Tianxuan Sect’s Chen Yun. Opponent conceded. Blood Qi +100, Sword Qi +100, Sword Intent +100.]

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That night, lying on the bed, Xu Ming slowly opened his eyes.

Listening to the system’s voice, Xu Ming felt that the rewards this time were quite generous—at least he gained two useful passive abilities.

As for the meager rewards from his battle with Chen Yun, that was within Xu Ming’s expectations.

Although he technically “won” against Chen Yun, it was only because Chen Yun conceded. In reality, Xu Ming felt it was more of a loss. Under such circumstances, he was already surprised the system granted him any rewards at all. ṞÁɴՕʙÈŚ

Xu Ming sat up, walked out of the courtyard, and let the evening breeze wash over him. Sleep eluded him.

It wasn’t the system’s voice that kept him awake. He hadn’t fallen asleep in the first place.

This wasn’t because it was his first day at the Tianxuan Sect and he was unused to the bed.

After spending the past six months enduring wind and rain, sleeping on rocks, sand, and dirt, Xu Ming had long since given up the luxury of “getting used to a bed.” After all, there were hardly any nights where he even had a bed to sleep on.

Instead, Xu Ming felt his Dao heart was somewhat unsettled.

It wasn’t due to his injuries; he simply had a lingering sense of unease, as if something ominous was about to happen.

“Could it be that I’ve been living on edge for so long that now, when things are finally stable, I’m just overthinking?” Xu Ming muttered to himself. He thought it was possible—perhaps he was just being overly sensitive.

The Zixia Grand Ceremony was about to begin. Who would dare stir up trouble at the Tianxuan Sect during such a time?

Especially when the sect had cultivators from the top five realms standing guard, along with a millennia-old sect-protecting formation. Not to mention, the envoys bringing gifts to the sect were all individuals with no small amount of power.

If someone truly dared to cause trouble at a time like this, they wouldn’t just be offending the Tianxuan Sect. They’d be going up against multiple factions, both large and small.

For this reason, Xu Ming was certain nothing major would happen at the Tianxuan Sect anytime soon.

But just as Xu Ming turned to head back, he instinctively paused and turned back around.

He felt as though something was in the distant sky.

Activating his Dao Pattern Eye, Xu Ming looked toward the horizon.

What he saw was an aurora—radiant and dazzling—stretching across the sky.

Xu Ming flew into the air for a better view, and after a moment, he determined that the aurora was emanating from a distant mountain peak.

The mountain was brimming with spiritual energy, which radiated outward in waves.

Just as Xu Ming was about to use his Dao Pattern Eye to peer deeper into the mountain, his expression froze.

Within the mountain, Xu Ming saw an old man.

The elder was disheveled, his body riddled with scars. He was bound by chains, with dozens of long spikes piercing through his body, nailing him to the wall.

The old man seemed to sense Xu Ming’s gaze. Slowly, he lifted his head, meeting Xu Ming’s eyes from across the vast distance.

And then, the old man grinned.

In an instant, Xu Ming felt a sharp, stabbing pain in his eyes.

He immediately shut them tight as tears streamed uncontrollably down his cheeks.

It was a long time before the searing pain in his eyes finally subsided.

When Xu Ming opened his eyes again, the Dao Pattern Eye had already deactivated.

Staring at the distant mountain peak, Xu Ming felt a chill run down his spine.

Beneath that mountain, a person was imprisoned!

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