Immortality Path: From the Blind Man at the Pharmacy Chapter 394 - 216. All earthly concerns are fulfilled, a mun

Back at the courtyard, Lian Chanxi looked at Song Cheng with a puzzled and thoughtful expression. After all, she had lived a long life, and once she noticed sothing amiss, she naturally pondered over it. With a twinkle in her eyes, she asked, "You suddenly changed what you were saying and hurriedly took away. What did you discover?"

Song Cheng thought for a mont and said, "Is it possible that the Mourning Spirit conflict could lead to a greater dispute?"

Lian Chanxi said, "That’s unlikely. The eldest senior brother was raised under the watch of both our aunt and the previous Senior Shi. His feelings for our aunt should be no less than mine."

"Huang Taixuan..."

Song Cheng squinted, recalling the appearance of that old man.

The child had grown old, but the elder who taught him was still young.

This was the cruelty of differing lifespans.

Thinking back to his ti in Jing Shifei’s courtyard when Huang Taixuan’s favorability was only at 50, and just now it was only 30, Song Cheng was almost certain that Huang Taixuan was definitely a supporter of the "Mourning Spirit."

After all, he was already very old.

If he did not support the "Mourning Spirit," he would have to dissipate his power, die, and enter the cycle of reincarnation, from then on... not having the slightest chance.

Besides that, Mysterious Clear Palace seed to have an abundance of elderly people.

This was related to the broader environnt.

The current environnt made it extrely difficult for new Masters of Mountains and Rivers to erge.

This point was indirectly evident from Lian Chanxi’s inability to find a Taoist companion.

Mysterious Clear Palace, it seems, had not had a new mber in a thousand years.

"Are you afraid they might harm you?" Lian Chanxi noticed his thoughts and chuckled, shaking her head, "Even though opinions differ greatly, everyone is just arguing, and there still isn’t a life-or-death conflict.

Whether it’s Mourning Spirit or True Spirit, both are just ways to continue their cultivation...

Even those who wish to beco Mourning Spirits don’t actually want to be the Great Mourning Spirit stirring things up in the Taiyin Illusory Sea.

They want to maintain their consciousness, and we just think that’s impossible."

Song Cheng reviewed everything once more. The information he possessed was insufficient to make further deductions, especially since his acquaintance with those people was very brief, while Lian Chanxi had known them for thousands of years. Thus, he nodded and said, "Maybe they just don’t like seeing ."

Lian Chanxi laughed and said, "Who would think that you are so young."

Song Cheng chuckled, then inquired further about the "Dharma thod of entering and exiting Mysterious Clear Palace" and then planned to leave...

To leave, he needed to go to the great gate of Mysterious Clear Palace, and then through the "Domain-Dream-Soul" on three levels to return to his proper place in the Human World, this is sowhat the reverse of the entry process.

Entry was directly arriving in the Reappear World, and then entering Mysterious Clear Palace with a token.

As for the "Ink Plum" token, it also had a usage limit, typically usable only once a month.

Now, Lian Chanxi, accompanied by Song Cheng, ca to the gate.

At the gate, an old man was sitting on a pitch-dark stone, his skin wrinkled like a giant old tree, his eyes stiff like the white pupils of a dead fish. Hearing the movent, he suddenly twisted his head, turning it over his shoulders to look at the two people approaching from behind.

He said, "Junior Sister, are you leaving?"

Lian Chanxi responded, "Elder Mo, our junior brother Song has so mundane matters to attend to in the Human World, I am here to see him off."

"So mundane duties in the Human World..." muttered the old man known as Elder Mo, adding, "That’s a mory from long ago. It’s ultimately because you’re young."

The two laughed.

Song Cheng glanced at Elder Mo, whose "strength was Master of Mountains and Rivers, favorability at 20," then at Lian Chanxi whose favorability was "99."

Lian Chanxi stood motionless next to Elder Mo.

Although she didn’t believe that anyone in Mysterious Clear Palace intended to harm Song Cheng, she still made sure to be as cautious as possible.

While her thoughts were in motion, she again asked, "Elder Mo, has anyone left just now?"

Elder Mo said, "Brothers and sisters, they are not like Little Song who still has earthly matters. They will stay in the palace during this period."

Lian Chanxi said, "Little Song, then you should leave, co back quickly."

Song Cheng nodded, saying, "Sister Lian, take care, I’ll just walk around here."

Having said that, he moved, but instead of going directly to the "Domain Layer," he walked straight out.

Elder Mo looked slightly astonished, his cloudy old eyes calmly staring at Song Cheng’s retreating figure, with an indeterminate shade of fluctuating thoughts, reflecting his inner ponderings.

Song Cheng walked a long ti in the Reappear World.

He did not leave directly because he was worried about ambushes.

And as long as he did not leave through the great gate of Mysterious Clear Palace, then... the path back would be different, harder to estimate, at least difficult to ambush in advance.

He did not know if there were ambushes, but as long as he was in a place with low favorability, he would be sufficiently cautious.

After quickly returning to the surface...

Mount Funiu once again revealed a Divine Soul.

This Divine Soul drifted and returned to its True Self far in the north, then swiftly headed towards Ting, who was rging with the "Ice Fire Mountain."

...

...

Ice-Fire Wasteland.

The outside was cold with snow, but inside it was spring all year round.

The tall grass stretched endlessly, reaching to the knees of the elders... The old house built decades ago now showed signs of aging, and because of her status as a Contemplator, Ling, who was actually extrely old, still maintained her youth.

She sat in front of the wooden house, under the eaves hung wind chis.

The dreamlike tinkling of the wind chis allowed her to close her eyes and montarily feel like she was back at An Residence or in the Imperial Capital; the laughter from her youth seed to rush towards her...

When one is old, one enjoys reminiscing.

Ying no longer practiced with her sword.

She had reached the limit within the Pseudo-Profound dium, but compared to Ling, she had a long life span.

Yet no matter how prolonged, she might not wait until Mo had successfully rged with the Ice-Fire Wasteland.

Perhaps by the day Mo succeeded, she would already be a dry skeleton on this wasteland.

At this mont, Ying was making fish porridge on the wooden chopping board in the hut.