Longevity: My Talents Are a Bit Abundant

The words were gentle, with an implicit meaning, accompanied by a shy demeanor, the seduction was self-evident.

Shen Xuan heard this, his gaze calmly swept over her.

To be fair, True Master Miao Lian had a delicate figure, a voluptuous shape, with lustrous skin, indeed capable of captivating one’s heart.

What a pity.

He said calmly, "Guo is focused solely on the path, embracing the solitude of cultivation. Worldly matters are to me like floating clouds."

After a brief pause, he directly picked up the teacup, "Fellow Daoist Miao Lian, if there is nothing else, please return. Guo still needs quiet cultivation."

Such a straightforward and merciless rejection!

The shyness on True Master Miao Lian’s face froze instantly, then turned to a deep flush.

She never expected that by lowering herself to show goodwill, she would encounter such a cold reception.

She had already said that she wouldn’t delay the payment for the Thunder Peng Puppet.

Humiliated and enraged, True Master Miao Lian stomped heavily, then transformed into a streak of pink escape light and left directly.

Shen Xuan watched the escape light disappear before slowly putting down the teacup, a hint of depth flashing in his eyes.

On the side of True Monarch Red Lotus, it counted as temporarily dealt with.

To improve a Tier Three Thunder Peng Puppet would take several more years.

...

Over ten days later.

Liu Yiyun returned with cheerful steps, her face brimming with a bright smile.

She was not alone; a cultivator in a green robe followed by her side.

This person seemed to be about thirty, slender in build, with a handsome face, bearing a trace of stability formed through the vicissitudes of life, exuding an extraordinary demeanor.

His surrounding spiritual power was restrained; surprisingly, he was a True Master of the True Pill Realm!

"Master!"

Liu Yiyun stepped forward first, her voice crisp.

"This is my father, Liu Qiunian, known as True Master Qiunian."

The green-robed cultivator stepped forward, bowed deeply: "Liu Qiunian greets True Master Guo. Thank you for your guidance and care towards my daughter."

Shen Xuan’s gaze slightly shifted, his divine sense brushed over him like a spring breeze, grasping the state of the other.

This man had good fortune, successfully solidifying his true pill.

However, as the pill was formed not long ago, there remained some hidden injuries within his meridians and organs, causing a slight sluggishness in the circulation of spiritual power.

This was clearly the traces of a severe setback during the pill solidifying process, possibly even narrowly escaping death.

Yet, the foundation was intact, the inner core was solid, considered to have been escaped without danger.

Only steady cultivation and careful nurturing over the coming years would heal these hidden injuries, and the path would remain smooth.

By estimation, Liu Qiunian had left the Bright Flame Sect nearly twenty years ago.

At the time, he outwardly proclaimed to travel and seek opportunities for Core Formation.

His true whereabouts were known only to Ming Liu True Master and Liu Family Patriarch Liu Minglin.

Even his biological father Liu Mingzhi and beloved daughter Liu Yiyun were kept in the dark.

This was not due to distrust of close kin.

Rather, it was the survival rule of the Immortal Cultivation Realm.

The more one knows, sometimes the more dangerous it becomes.

The world is unpredictable, and the human heart difficult to fathom.

Deeply burying secrets is the best protection for relatives.

Liu Qiunian’s safe return, with the pill formed, was the best result.

Not long after, the fragrance of tea lingered in the reception room.

Shen Xuan and Liu Qiunian sat down as host and guest.

Liu Yiyun was courteously escorted elsewhere by the maid Xiangcao.

After some polite conversation, a cup of tea passed, Liu Qiunian asked in a low voice, "Fellow Daoist Guo, is it convenient to speak here?"

Shen Xuan replied solemnly, "Speak without constraint."

If it were merely to express gratitude, Liu Qiunian, a newly ascended True Pill True Master, wouldn’t have come empty-handed.

There must be more to come.

Indeed, Liu Qiunian hesitated no longer and carefully took out a blue jade scroll from his bosom, offering it to Shen Xuan with both hands.

"This is..."

Shen Xuan’s gaze fell on the jade scroll, not immediately taking it.

"The clue and detailed record of an ancient cultivator’s cave mansion."

"It was also the opportunity allowing Qiunian to solidify the pill this time."

"The location of this cave mansion is what Qiunian pieced together over years, spending much effort from numerous ancient manuscripts and fragments in the sect’s Scripture Pavilion. After much verification, it was confirmed. I thought I was fully prepared, with the protective treasure bestowed by the family elder, that I could explore it. But alas..."

Liu Qiunian’s face showed a trace of gloom, "The prohibitions outside the cave mansion are truly profound and mysterious, far exceeding expectations. Qiunian merely touched the outer regions and encountered unforeseen events, nearly destroying all my efforts and ruining my path."

"Oh? What kind of unforeseen events?"

Shen Xuan’s eyebrows slightly raised.

"The details and all the observations by Qiunian in the outer regions of the cave mansion are thoroughly recorded in this jade scroll."

Liu Qiunian pushed the jade scroll forward again, looking calm.

"Qiunian has some involvement in the way of arrays, but only grasped the superficial aspects, stopping at the periphery. Fellow Daoist Guo’s expertise in arrays is profound, far superior to mine. If you venture there, you will surely have gains."

Upon hearing this, Shen Xuan chuckled, sipping a bit of tea, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

Exploring ancient cultivator cave mansions is indeed a perpetually popular matter in the Cultivation Realm.

Opportunities often coexist with risks.

The relentless passage of time has caused much of the legacy of predecessors to lose its spiritual essence, turning to dust.

Returning empty-handed or suffering setbacks is far more common than forging fruitful returns.

This jade scroll is both an opportunity and a hot potato.

Liu Qiunian took out a storage pouch and gently placed it on the table.

"Fellow Daoist Guo, these are some fragments picked up in the outer area of the cave mansion, offered as a humble token."

Shen Xuan’s divine sense probed inside, sweeping lightly, with a subtle wave passing through his calm eyes.

Within the storage pouch were several scales with dim colors and damaged edges, a few strange minerals embedded with dark red veins.

Flood Dragon scale fragments, Flood Dragon blood stones.

Only seven pieces in total, poorly preserved.

After enduring the passage of time, most of the spiritual power they contained had faded, leaving it extremely thin.

However, how sharp was Shen Xuan’s perception.