I Only Want to Lie Flat But Am Forced to Cultivate Immortality

The night was deep, and Xu Qing went out for a stroll.

From end to end of the Shuimen Bridge street, every household’s lights inexplicably lit up one after another.

In just a short while, Xu Qing, who had lit the ’Ten Thousand Lights of the Houses’, walked back and forth amid the clamorous night voices of the neighborhood.

The lights along the street were once again engulfed by the night.

At this moment, those light sleepers of the households could no longer sleep. One by one, they lit their lamps and began asking anyone they caught what had happened.

But no one could explain it, and fortunately, for a considerable amount of time thereafter, the incident of the lights of Shuimen Bridge lighting up and extinguishing on their own never happened again. People regarded it as a city legend and did not investigate further.

As for the legends, people had different opinions. Some said it was the Night Wanderer patrolling, some said the Fire God or Lamp God had descended, others said it was the mischief of little ghosts...

Inside the Feng Shui Treasure Residence, Xu Qing, not paying attention to the outside matters, continued with his grand undertaking of spirit-prayers.

It should be known that after ending a Celestial Heart Sect’s stronghold in Jin Sect, the corpses of the rebels he had poisoned were still lying in the Box Garden, yet to be dealt with.

Now that he had settled down, it was the right time to inventory his gains one by one.