Immortality and Cultivation: I Have Three Times the Lifespan

Chapter 109 Hidden Crisis

"Well, Fellow Daoist Yang's items are always of reliable quality. So, how about this, the seven puppets will be priced at a total of six hundred and sixteen low-grade spirit stones?" Deacon Qian quoted a relatively fair price.

Yang Changsheng nodded and smiled, "Okay."

The price met his expectations without much fluctuation. After so many years of friendship, the other party's character was still acceptable.

He put away the spirit stones; they felt heavy in his hand, which put his mind at ease.

With over six hundred spirit stones, it would be enough to cover the expenses ahead without using any savings.

Without lingering, after the transaction was completed, he turned and left Wanbaolou to deal with the inferior pills, medicinal herbs, and spirit fish.

Deep within the market town, in an inconspicuous house.

The light was dim, and the air was filled with a faint smell of blood and a chilling atmosphere.

"Boss, that kid from Qingzhu Residence... he's out today!"

A weasel-faced monk knelt on the ground, his voice laced with obsequiousness and a hint of fear.

In the shadows, a burly figure slowly turned around.

It was none other than Blood Wolf Fan Tu.

The scars on his face appeared even more menacing in the dim light, and his eyes were like those of a ferocious beast ready to devour its prey.

"Two years and six months... That little bastard, he's really good at enduring!"

His voice was hoarse and cold as he asked, "Are you sure it's him? Not a double or an illusion?"

"Absolutely true! I've checked repeatedly with the 'Hidden Eye Technique,' and his aura and appearance match perfectly! He went to Wanbaolou, sold some things, and..." the scout quickly replied.

"What did you sell?" asked Wu Gou, the tall, thin monk nicknamed Mantis Blade, coldly.

"Some puppets, pills, and spirit fish, it seems like I was clearing out my inventory, and I got over six hundred spirit stones in return."

The scouts quickly reported all the information truthfully.

Fan Tu stroked his chin, his eyes sinister: "We've been investigating Liu Yanlong's trail for over two years. We've searched every single person he's contacted, turned their storage bags upside down, and found the Xuanling Fruit and other medicinal herbs, but that most important 'thing'... we haven't even seen a trace of it! Except for this Yang Changsheng!"

The Lu family has two Foundation Establishment cultivators, and he also has such a powerful backer, as well as connections in Qianxue Market.

But the previous actions were too blatant, and they needed to lay low. The fact that they were able to investigate to this extent is already quite astonishing.

"Before Liu Yanlong died, I only met him once. Although it was a short time, he is the most suspicious... The others either didn't have the strength or didn't have the opportunity."

Fan Tu slammed his hand on the table, sending wood chips flying. His face darkened, and he spoke in a cold voice.

"Boss, this kid hasn't left the house in over four years, and his cultivation level is only at the seventh level of Qi Refining. Could it really be unrelated to him? Maybe Liu Yanlong hid the thing somewhere else?"

The short, stout monk said in a low voice.

"Hmph! Hide? He was critically injured and on the verge of death, would he still have the mind to hide anything? The most likely explanation is that when he saw that kid named Yang Changsheng, he noticed we were following him and hastily moved the 'thing'!"

Fan Tu's eyes flashed with a fierce light as he said, "However, the fact that he hasn't left his house for four years precisely proves that he has something to hide! Seventh level of Qi Refining? That might not be true! Mantis, Ghost Hand!"

"exist!"

The tall, thin monk Wu Gou and the Ghost Hand, who had been silently hiding in the shadows of his cloak, responded.

"Go test him! Find an opportunity to bump into him, probe his background, and see what kind of turtle-like kung fu he's cultivated in the cave over the past four years!"

"Remember, don't reveal your identity, and don't kill him. Force him to make a move, observe his tactics, and especially... see if he carries the aura of that 'thing'!"

Fan Tu's voice was icy and undeniably authoritative.

The last mission was not completed satisfactorily, and that person was very dissatisfied.

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The following day at noon, at the Jade Palace.

As the most upscale spiritual restaurant in Qianxuefang City, Yuque Mansion is adorned with carved beams and painted rafters, exuding a spiritual aura.

The attendants were all good-looking low-level cultivators, and their movements carried a unique rhythm.

The Tingyuxuan private room offers a panoramic view of the bustling market town from the window, with misty fog drifting outside, creating a serene and elegant environment.

Yang Changsheng entered the private room on time.

As the door opened, a beautiful figure in a pale yellow dress came into view.

Ye Qingxian turned around, as if time had left no trace on her.

More than four years have passed, and she looks even more youthful and beautiful than before, about sixteen or seventeen years old.

She wore a well-tailored pale yellow fairy dress that accentuated her exquisite curves. Her breasts were full and firm, her waist was slender and delicate, and her legs, as white as snow, were revealed beneath the hem of the dress. They were long and straight.

Her long, flowing black hair was casually tied up, with a few playful strands falling down her cheeks.

What's most striking are her eyes, large and lively, sparkling with a youthful cunning and vitality. She has a delicate nose and cherry lips, and her skin is as smooth as the finest jade, so delicate it seems to break at a touch.

She exudes youthful energy and is so beautiful that she could make any man's heart flutter.

Even with Yang Changsheng's resolute will and his familiarity with Su Wanqing's aloofness and Liu Xiaoying's gentleness, he couldn't help but secretly admire her.

This girl has grown into an increasingly devastating beauty; no wonder she has so many suitors among the younger generation in the city.

"Brother Changsheng!" Ye Qingxian's eyes lit up, and she greeted him like a cheerful lark.

However, when she saw Yang Changsheng clearly, a hint of surprise flashed across her bright eyes, which then turned into intense curiosity.

The Yang Changsheng before me wore a simple blue brocade robe, his figure was tall and slender, and his black hair was simply tied into a ponytail, revealing his smooth and full forehead.

His face still looked like that of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, handsome and refined, but his eyes were as deep as an ancient well, as if they contained endless years and wisdom.

Her skin was fair and delicate, with a subtle, jade-like luster.

He stood there, exuding a calm and detached air, seemingly blending into his surroundings.

It is like an ancient pine tree rooted in a rock, which has become more verdant and upright despite the wind and rain, exuding a vibrant vitality that makes people feel inexplicably at ease and unable to resist getting close to it.

"What's going on?" Ye Qingxian's heart was filled with turmoil.

The last time I saw Yang Changsheng was more than four years ago. Although he looked young, breaking through from the sixth level of Qi Refining to the seventh level was already difficult and slow.

Logically, after such a long time to break through, the signs of aging from the depletion of lifespan should be apparent, and one's appearance and demeanor should be closer to that of someone in their twenties.

But the other person seems even younger now than before? And their demeanor is even more extraordinary.

"Hmm, it seems even better now?"

Ye Qingxian keenly sensed the indescribable, vibrant warmth emanating from Yang Changsheng, which made her subconsciously want to get closer.

"Brother Changsheng...you've also broken through to the late stage of Qi Refining?"

Ye Qingxian suppressed her doubts, smiled brightly, and said, "It seems you've been very serious about your cultivation these past four years, rarely leaving the house. You're even more patient than a young lady like me!"

Her voice was clear and melodious, with a familiar teasing tone.

"I'm far inferior to you. Your cultivation speed is truly enviable." Yang Changsheng smiled slightly, his smile gentle and peaceful.

He spoke from the bottom of his heart; there was no pretense in his words.