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“… …” Jiang Wen was somewhat stunned listening to Xiu Qi’s words. He hadn’t expected his death to bring such great feelings to Xiu Qi, to the point of making him want to fight fate with heaven and earth.
But this was easier said than done. A person's lifespan always has an end. Even a sage only lives for tens of thousands of years. Even someone with world-changing talent is considered long-lived if they can live for a hundred thousand years, and living longer than that becomes a legend.
However, thinking about Xiu Qi's later life, Jiang Wen believed in his idea of fighting fate with heaven. After all, being able to devour disciples to live for hundreds of thousands of years, Xiu Qi, as the Boundless Ancestor, truly carried out his ideals.
That Eight Desolations, Six Harmonies, Solely Supreme Art was probably a miraculous technique created by Xiu Qi in pursuit of longevity.
“Life and death are originally the cycle of heaven’s law. Some people die, yet they still live. Some people live, but they are already dead. Being born into this world, one should seek the righteousness in their heart. Only then can there be meaning to existence,” Jiang Wen said after a moment of silence. He also picked up a pot of wine and gently poured it into his mouth.
“Even if you live as long as heaven and exist as long as earth, if you have no thoughts in your heart, you are no different from a mountain rock. Is this kind of life really what you want?” Jiang Wen asked again.
“For me, none of that matters. What matters is living,” Xiu Qi said, lowering his eyes as he listened to Jiang Wen’s words. After a long time, he slowly opened his mouth, expressing the thoughts in his heart. “Thank you for the wine, and thank you for talking to me so much. If I could have met you earlier, I probably would have changed some of my obsessions. But for me now, living is my obsession.”
“Forget it, everyone has their own ambitions. He is no longer the kid he used to be.”
He got up and left, leaving only the moonlight on Mount Shennong.
The God-Sacrificing Ceremony lasted for eighty-one days, with cultivators discussing the Dao and Dao Palace True Men imparting knowledge.
During those days, the mixed Dao sounds were always heard on Mount Shennong. People passing by, regardless of gender or age, would stop to listen.
Among them, some who comprehended entered the Lighting Realm in a day, and some mortals understood the principles of cultivation halfway through. Some spiritual monsters and strange beasts transformed into humans, and some cultivators died in the evening after hearing the Dao in the morning.
All kinds of changes were truly amazing. Even Jiang Wen, who was knowledgeable, couldn't help but be attracted to the Dao Discussion Assembly on Mount Shennong.
He remained hidden and did not reveal himself, pretending to be an ordinary person listening to the Dao Palace True Men lecture. He even had the honor of seeing a saint, who transformed into a holy lotus and landed on the ground, uttering true words to enlighten the world. That scene was a sea of people, and all those with cultivation came to listen to the Dao.
Truly, there are thirty million immortals in the sky, but only saints are like Heavenly Lords.
Only after truly meeting a saint did Jiang Wen understand the great gap between himself and a saint. It was not only a gap in cultivation, but also a fundamental difference.
Just as Pure Yang True Man Chi Feng said, saints and other cultivators are two kinds of creatures. Only by reaching the realm of a saint will one understand that everything below a saint is an ant.
After listening to a saint discuss the Dao for three days, Jiang Wen also gained a lot. He also met Ming Ji, who showed a rare bright smile on her cold face after seeing him.
Ming Ji's cultivation speed was very fast, and she had already entered the Refining Qi Transformation realm in just under ten days. This was faster than him, the first-generation Qi Refining cultivator, to the point that Jiang Wen was wondering if he was cheating or if Ming Ji was cheating.
After exchanging information, Jiang Wen realized how terrifying Ming Ji's talent was. She could understand and master the techniques he gave her with just one glance.
“Fortunately, she is just a genius from the Taicang era. If she were in the Great Qian, I'm afraid she would infuriate everyone in the Immortal Sects,” Jiang Wen wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, feeling that talking to Ming Ji was hurting his self-esteem.
After saying goodbye, he went to Xue's residence.
Xue's residence was much larger than before. Although it was still simple, it was exquisitely decorated. There were hundreds of servants serving her, and she didn't need to worry about anything in the residence, big or small.
Jiang Wen also met the housekeeper of Xue's residence, a young girl. After asking, he learned that this girl was actually over eight hundred years old. It was just that she was one of the Changsheng (Long-lived) race, so she could live for thousands of years. Also because of this reason, people in their race usually don't grow very mature, and will always be like young boys and girls, only aging rapidly the day before they die.
Jiang Wen expressed envy for this talent. After all, what human wouldn't envy being able to maintain a youthful appearance for a lifetime?
However, there are advantages and disadvantages. The lifespan of a thousand years also brings the hardship of reproduction. The Changsheng race has very few newborns, and often a couple will have at most two children in their lifetime. Although they can also marry people from other races, their descendants do not have longevity.
Therefore, the Changsheng race rarely marries outside, and mostly digests internally.
However, if the other party is a cultivator, the Changsheng race will also accommodate. After all, cultivators have long lifespans, and most of their descendants will inherit the talent of longevity.
After talking to Xue's housekeeper, Jiang Wen learned about Xue's daily habits.
Xue's life was very simple. Besides her inherent responsibilities, she liked to stay in the house and read. Her life was ordinary and uneventful.
Jiang Wen tried to ask the housekeeper: “Has your Lady Xue ever had a crush on someone?”
After saying this, he was met with the housekeeper's questioning gaze: “How could Lady Xue have a crush on someone? Who in this Taicang is worthy of Lady Xue? Don't make Lady Xue sound so vulgar, Lady Xue doesn't care about the love affairs of this mortal world.”
“So that means no?” Jiang Wen felt a little sigh in his heart after hearing the housekeeper say this. It was as if an elder heard that a junior was middle-aged and still not married, and felt a little uncomfortable.
“Could it be that you have ideas about Lady Xue?” The housekeeper was wary.
“… … You don't … … ”
“It's normal to like her, who in this world wouldn't like Lady Xue? But I advise you to give up this idea, Lady Xue won't like a vulgar person like you,” the housekeeper interrupted Jiang Wen and said with disgust.
Hearing the housekeeper say this, Jiang Wen couldn't help but twitch his mouth. He really had no thoughts about Xue, after all, she was his disciple, who would lay hands on their disciple? It's just that this housekeeper's mouth is too poisonous, how could he be a vulgar person?! This is simply slander.
Jiang Wen wanted to talk to the housekeeper, when he saw Xue walking in from outside.
“You're here?” Xue asked.
“You said you would invite me to eat hot pot last time, so I came,” Jiang Wen said with a smile.
“I keep my word,” Xue nodded and then asked the housekeeper to prepare the ingredients.
She and Jiang Wen sat opposite each other, and the two quietly looked at each other for a moment.
“After the God-Sacrificing Ceremony, you will have to face the Heavenly King,” Xue said.
“When you see the Heavenly King, remember the plan we talked about.”
“I know,” Jiang Wen nodded helplessly. “There's no need to emphasize this matter again.”
“This is very important, it concerns the future of Tianyuan City,” Xue said seriously. “This is also what he has always hoped for.”
“… …” Jiang Wen sighed inwardly, not knowing what to say.
If he could, he really wanted to say to Xue: Don't care too much about his words, you have your own path to walk.
She shouldn't live under his influence, that's not what Jiang Wen wanted to see.
