Immortal Travel of Longevity

Without Moyuan noticing, Mr. Chen beside him had already walked away and soon left the Taoist temple.

He snapped back to reality and then headed toward the pavilion.

Chen Changsheng was discussing the Samadhi True Flame with Nezha. When Nezha saw someone else approaching, he turned to look.

“A True Dragon?”

Nezha looked at Moyuan, seeming rather surprised.

Chen Changsheng introduced him, “This is the Third Prince Nezha. Come sit with us.”

Moyuan stepped into the pavilion and sat down, yet he felt a bit uneasy. After all these years in Flowing Cloud Temple, he’d never once visited this rear courtyard pavilion. It was always Mr. Chen’s personal area, making Moyuan feel like an intruder.

Moyuan spoke humbly, “I am Moyuan. I experienced the Dragon Ascension only a few years ago. My cultivation… it’s still rather shallow.”

Nezha stared intently, then suddenly froze.

“You bear the marks of five Heavenly Tribulations!” Moyuan said, “It took five tribulations to get my chance at Water Crossing.”

Nezha gaped at him. “Impressive!”

Moyuan himself was taken aback and glanced toward Mr. Chen.

Chen Changsheng explained, “The Third Prince achieved his own path only after dying and being reborn. Both of you faced immense challenges and surely share some understanding of hardship.”

Nezha shook his head. “If not for my master’s rescue long ago, there would be no Nezha today. Compared to Moyuan, my path was rather easy. Had it been me… I wouldn’t likely have endured until that fifth tribulation.”

Moyuan felt flattered, yet he began wondering about this person’s identity.

Even Mr. Chen called him Third Prince. Could his status be truly remarkable?

Yet no matter how hard Moyuan looked, he detected nothing unusual. How odd.

“Just luck,” Moyuan replied.

Nezha chuckled. “I rarely see people close to Mr. Chen. Before you, the only one I met was that fortune-telling fellow. Your resilience to endure five Heavenly Tribulations isn’t something just anyone possesses.”

“You honor me too much, Third Prince.”

Finding Nezha rather easygoing, Moyuan felt much less awkward.

But then Nezha’s next words left Moyuan speechless.

“I seldom get to visit. Meeting you feels like fate. I possess an art called the Samadhi True Flame. It’s the inner flame cultivated at the peak by demon practitioners. Today, I shall pass it on to you. This way, whenever Mr. Chen needs true flame for Alchemy or crafting, he needn’t expend Magical Power calling me here.”

Moyuan felt dizzy. Since his Dragon Ascension, he’d only ever taken things from others. Someone simply giving him something?

It was strangely unfamiliar.

His gaze sought out Chen Changsheng.

Mr. Chen simply smiled. “Take it if given.”

“Thank you, Third Prince! Thank you, sir!”

Moyuan spoke gratefully. Nezha then reached out, gently touching the spot between Moyuan’s eyebrows.

The essence of the Samadhi True Flame flooded Moyuan’s mind instantly.

“Such a method! Fire born within…”

Moyuan was astounded. This was completely different from the path of Cultivation he knew. The concept of an inner flame was entirely new.

Nezha cautioned, “Mastering the Samadhi True Flame is no easy task. You must dedicate serious effort.”

Overjoyed by this gift, Moyuan suddenly recalled the wave of intense heat he felt the previous night.

“Was… was that flame last night this?”

“Exactly.”

Light sparkled in Moyuan’s eyes as he thought silently: ‘A great Divine Ability!’

Mr. Chen’s friend was… ridiculously generous.

Seeing Moyuan’s eagerness, Chen Changsheng said, “Go try it somewhere farther off. I need to discuss something with the Third Prince.”

“Understood!”