Immortal Travel of Longevity

Ying En returned to the Tongtian River. She told her father what gift Mr. Chen had given.

The Old Dragon King was startled. He asked, “So that’s what it was!”

“No wonder he said it was useless to me.”

The Old Dragon King suddenly understood. “Gain this Dao and you gain the Great Dao! Straight to becoming a True Dragon! Aiyo!!”

The Old Dragon King suddenly sighed, his face filling with worry.

Seeing this, Ying En asked, “Father, isn’t this a good thing?”

“Of course I know it’s good.”

The Old Dragon King said, “It was supposed to be a gift. Now this is fine? Instead, I owe him a favor. And his favors… they’re awfully hard to repay.”

Ying En remembered something. “Right, father, Mr. Chen also asked me to give you this.”

The Old Dragon King took it and looked. He saw it was an Invitation Card. Then he glanced at the names on it.

“Tao’er, Tong Zhihuan…”

The date was the second day of the sixth month. A wedding.

“Tao’er… that Peach Tree, right?” the Old Dragon King murmured. He rubbed his chin. “But this Tong Zhihuan… he’s a Mortal?”

Ying En was slightly surprised. “A Mortal?”

The Old Dragon King nodded. “I saw him once before at Flowing Cloud Temple. He’s definitely a Mortal. But he received Mr. Chen’s guidance. His medical skills are remarkable.”

“Oh, I see…”

Knowing this, Ying En didn’t find it strange anymore. In fact, she thought they were quite a good match.

Ying En snapped back to the present. “Father, weren’t you wondering how to repay Uncle Chen’s favor? Uncle Chen said one more thing then.”

“What did he say?” asked the Old Dragon King.

“He said you should prepare a gift. And if your gift isn’t impressive enough… he’ll hold you to account.”

The Old Dragon King stared blankly.

But then, he suddenly burst into loud laughter.

His laughter seemed about to shake the entire Riverbottom Dragon Palace.

“Oh, you, Chen Changsheng!”

“You really have no shame! NO shame at all!”

Listening to her father laughing and cursing, Ying En couldn’t help but press her lips together, hiding a smile.

To be honest… father and Uncle Chen weren’t that different.

But she couldn’t exactly say that.

Ying En just found it amusing. After all, all these years, there had never been anyone who dared speak to her father like that.

…

The few at Flowing Cloud Temple hadn’t been idle lately.

Moyuan, who usually only moved his mouth, actually became quite diligent.

Early in the morning, he took Hu Junhan out. He brought several Invitation Cards with him when they left.

“Going to deliver invitations? And you just have to drag me along?” Hu Junhan asked.

“We need more people to fill the scene! Isn’t that what you said?”

“So?”

“We’re going to Qingyuan Yun Manor first.”

“…”

Hu Junhan sighed. “Why can’t you ever do something decent?”

Moyuan blinked. “What is that supposed to mean? Like I do nothing but bad things?”

“Don’t you?”

“Of course not.”

“You do.”

“I don’t.”

Moyuan spat out, “Are you crazy?”

“You’re not?”

“… Screw you!”

Moyuan wasn’t just talking. He specifically visited Qingyuan Yun Manor. Then he went to Tianji Mountain to find that Daoist Priest named Lv Su.

Hu Junhan said, “If you’re really so tough, then go to Yunfu Island.”

“Where’s that?” Moyuan asked.

Hu Junhan said, “Zhao Yuqing’s dao sanctuary.”

Moyuan frowned and shook his head. “Not inviting him. I’ve got a grudge with him.”

Hu Junhan nodded after hearing this. “What grudge?”

Moyuan said, “Back during my Water Crossing, he was the one who blocked me under the West Bridge. If not for the Master… I might have been beheaded as a sword sacrifice.”

“There’s something like that?”

Hu Junhan grew curious. “Tell me. How exactly did he bully you? I want to hear.”

“I really feel like killing you.”

“Ha. Some people get all worked up talking about their sad stories.”

“…”

Just as they were about to head back, Moyuan suddenly stopped when they passed over Shangjing City.

“Last time I saved that guy surnamed Zhao’s life. He still hasn’t repaid me.”

“The Human Emperor?”

“Hmph.”

“Huh…”

Hu Junhan said, “I’m not going. Go yourself if you aren’t afraid of getting caught in Karma.”

“I travel alone. What do I have to fear?”

Moyuan didn’t care at all. He promptly descended from the clouds right into the Imperial Palace.

…

In the Imperial Court.

Officials stood in rows. An official was reporting on the war situation with the Rebel Army in the south.

The atmosphere was heavy.

For many years now, the Rebel Army had occupied the Xiangnan region. They used the waterways and favorable terrain as their advantage—easy to defend, hard to attack. This caused heavy losses for the Great Xiang’s army. The stalemate had lasted years.

Zhao Zhen sitting in the Imperial Court had a dark face.

Over the years, he became more and more tense and even wished to send troops to Western Xiao the next day.

But now, with problems at home unsolved, he could not relax.

Over time, he naturally felt upset deeply.

“Back then, I should have gotten rid of them all!”

Zhao Zhen clenched his teeth hard, making his fists crack.

The officials saw this and did not dare speak much; they all lowered their heads.

The Imperial Court suddenly became very quiet; you could hear a pin drop.

Just as Zhao Zhen was about to get angry.

Footsteps came.

He looked up and froze for a moment.

He saw a man in black clothes walk in from outside the great hall.

Zhao Zhen quickly remembered who this person was.

He was shocked, and all his anger vanished at that moment.

The footsteps came closer and closer.

Zhao Zhen’s lips parted slightly as he looked at the officials.

But the officials below seemed to not see and stayed silent.

He suddenly understood it.

His eyes met with Moyuan’s, and that familiar feeling of heaviness returned.

When Moyuan stood before the Dragon Throne, Zhao Zhen’s eyes showed red streaks.

This showed he was truly troubled.

The officials below saw that Your Majesty had not spoken for a while; they secretly looked up and felt puzzled.

A eunuch nearby saw this and called out.

“Your Majesty? Your Majesty?”

But Zhao Zhen seemed not to hear, staring straight ahead.

Moyuan took out an Invitation Card from his clothes and put it on the table.

“People may not come, but the gift must be sent.”

After saying this, Moyuan turned and walked out of the Imperial Court.

The eunuch nearby saw a red card appear suddenly on the table, and his eyes opened wide.

That heaviness disappeared, and Zhao Zhen suddenly snapped out of it.

His eyes turned suddenly to the eunuch beside him.

The eunuch shook all over and quickly looked away.

Seeing this, Zhao Zhen quietly put the Invitation Card into his dragon robe sleeve.

“Dismiss the court.”

He hurriedly ended the court session.

Meanwhile, the officials below were completely confused.

“What happened? Why end the court so soon?”

“What was wrong with Your Majesty?”

But none of the officials could find answers to this.

Zhao Zhen returned to the Imperial Study and ordered all the palace maids and eunuchs to leave; he did not even leave anyone at the door.

Only then did he take out the Invitation Card and look at it.

“Tong Zhihuan…”

Zhao Zhen suddenly remembered.

Wasn’t that person someone from the old days of the Peach Blossom Sword Immortal?

After he memorized the date and place, Zhao Zhen set the Invitation Card on fire and burned it.

He looked at the dried-out black green fruit on the table and remembered the face he saw in the great hall.

Zhao Zhen’s mind was confused, and he zoned out.

Suddenly, he banged the inkstone from the table onto his hand, and the sharp pain woke him.

.

.

That night, an old eunuch suddenly died in the Imperial Palace.

It was said he slipped and fell into a well, and the head palace steward ordered the well to be sealed.

But those who understood knew the old sir either angered the wrong person or knew something he shouldn’t.