Forging Immortality through the Dao Seed

Time flowed leisurely.

Without knowing, three months had already passed.

As always, nothing much has changed within the Three Elements City.

Both cultivators and mortals led their lives as usual, cultivating or working, leading quite mundane lives that had been unchanged for thousands of years.

There might be someone paying attention to significant events happened in recent days.

Such as the Cangyu Army embarking once again for the battlefield of Lingshu Mountain. Despite heavy casualties, they victoriously returned.

However, only those particularly concerned did so.

For the majority, surviving was their main concern.

One day…

"The young master is out for a stroll again. Same place as usual?"

On the street side,

A short sweaty man dropping his shoulder pole, greeted warmly with a wide grin when he saw Zhang Jing slowly approaching.

"Just two pancakes, please."

Zhang Jing nodded and said with a smile.

"Alright~ Two pancakes, young master, please be careful as they're hot!"

The man carefully handed over the already packaged pancakes, loudly declaring with his robust voice.

His face was always shining with a brilliant smile.

While taking the pancakes,

Zhang Jing tried to pay, but the short man incessantly shook his hands and respectfully said,

"Just enjoy the pancakes, young master. You needn't pay."

"I heard that you donated money again yesterday for road repairs and bridge construction in Qing Le Fang. Although I'm crude, I understand the principle of gratitude. You coming here to eat my pancakes, young master, it makes me very happy. How could I accept your money?"

"Ha ha, First Uncle Wu, your hard-earned money, should be accepted."

Zhang Jing insisted on handing over the money.

Despite his explanations, the short man insisted on refusing to accept it.

Left with no choice,

Zhang Jing abandoned the idea.

After expressing his gratitude, he took the pancakes, ready to turn around and leave.

However, before he could take two steps, he seemed to recall something. He turned back and asked the man curiously,

"First Uncle Wu, it's been one or two months since we got acquainted, but I still don't know your name?"

Upon hearing this,

The short man scratched the back of his head and had a somewhat embarrassed expression. He said,

"I'm poor and insignificant. How could I have a name? Because I'm the eldest in the family, everyone calls me Wu Dalang. I must have made you laugh, young master."

As soon as he finished speaking,

A strange expression appeared on Zhang Jing's face.

He asked somberly,

"Do you have a younger brother named Wu Erlang?"

"Young master, your calculations are truly divine. My brother is extraordinary from a young age with immense strength and exceptional talent. Now he is a step soldier in the Cangyu Army. But it's rare for him to come home."

Speaking of his little brother,

A proud expression instantaneously appeared on Wu Dalang's simple and honest dark face.

"Is your wife named Pan Jinlian?"

"Young master, how do you know even this?"

Wu Dalang widened his eyes, looking incredulously at Zhang Jing.

He was astounded.

On the other hand,

The shock in Zhang Jing's heart was in no way less than Wu Dalang's.

"It's really true! Is it a coincidence? How could it be such an incredible coincidence? This is Qingxiao Xuanming Heaven, not my previous life!"

At this moment,

For no apparent reason,

Zhang Jing's intuition started going crazy with warnings, even the Jade Talisman in his Mud Pill Palace started trembling relentlessly.

Everything seemed to be telling him:

Leave this place at once, do not get involved, or you will die!

There's a great horror hidden in this.

Something he was not capable of handling at present.

After a long time,

Zhang Jing unconsciously took a deep breath, composing himself.

"Young Master, what's wrong?"

Wu Dalang asked with concern.

"Ah, it's nothing. I was just reminiscing about some past events." Zhang Jing shrugged, casually dismissing the matter. He then gave a word of caution,

"First Uncle Wu, be careful of a man named Ximen Qing."

After saying this,

Without waiting for Wu Dalang to respond, Zhang Jing was ready to leave.

However, at this moment,

Li Jiu, dressing in his official outfit, suddenly appeared within his sight.

The other side,

The moment he spotted Zhang Jing, Li Jiu momentarily paused, then briskly ran to face Zhang Jing, respectfully said,

"Li Jiu pays regards to the respected official. I extend my thanks for your help last time. My son managed to survive the battlefield of Lingshu Mountain. Li Jiu will definitely bring him to thank you in person another day."

In the middle of speaking,

Li Jiu unconsciously fell upon Zhang Jing's pancake.

A flash of surprise appeared in his eyes.

Were the nobles like him also interested in the food of common mortals?

After thinking for a moment,

"Respected official, if you appreciate these, why not…"

However,

Before Li Jiu could finish his sentence, it was interrupted by Zhang Jing's gaze.

"Head constable Li, there's no need to visit. It's just a simple favor, consider it as payment for reporting the information about Lingshu Mountain to me."

Zhang Jing responded with a thinly-veiled smile.

Then,

His figure moved past Li Jiu directly in front, leisurely continuing to walk on.

Watching the figure gradually disappearing into the distance.

Li Jiu felt a sense of disappointment in his heart.

He was now fully aware that the young official had seen through all his little plans.

However...

Just like that, giving up, he was unwilling to accept it.

The next moment.

He seemed to have realized something. His gaze was constantly traveling back and forth between the pancake in Zhang Jing's hand in the distance and Wu Dalang, who was before him.

"Does this nobleman recognize you?"

Li Jiu asked indifferently.

"Jinlian, sir, this gentleman often eats pancakes from our house,"

Wu Dalang answered carefully.

"Very good, haha!" Upon hearing this, Li Jiu nodded with joy, "If you need anything in the future, you can come to the official residence in Qingle Square and find me."

After a short while.

Wu Dalang, who was still standing in the same place, came to his senses as if waking up from a dream.

"Mother, it turns out this gentleman is a big shot, even the immortal chief was extremely respectful towards him."

While he was speaking.

He subconsciously remembered Zhang Jing's warning earlier. His heart started to take his words seriously.

The words of such a big shot definitely had a reason.

"Only, why should this important official Ximen be careful of him?"

Wu Dalang was utterly baffled.

...

That night.

All was quiet.

In the yard, Lu 38 reverted to his original form, lying on the ground sound asleep.

The Ice Crystal Immortal Spirit Bing Liangliang was sprawled on Lu Thirty-Eight's soft back, not caring about her image as a girl, and was also sleeping soundly.

Her mouth was opening and closing, as if she was talking in her sleep.

If you listened carefully.

You would definitely hear words like 'candy-coated haws,' 'fried rice cakes,' 'delicious,' and so on.

At this moment.

Zhang Jing in the room was full of energy.

His face was full of anticipation.

Time slowly passed.

At a certain moment.

The six layers of Dao Yuan Qing Yun, which were quietly hanging above, suddenly burst forth with a strong purple immortal light.

"Success, the Acquired Purple Qi."

A smile appeared on his face.

He moved his mind.

In an instant.

A thin stream of light purple Qi slowly rose from the heart of the gold sun in the sixth layer of the Dao Yuan Qing Yun, then slowly fell.

Finally, it stopped in front of Zhang Jing.

He slowly stretched out his hands and gently held this wisp of Acquired Purple Qi.

He swept his divine sense over the jade talisman in his Mud Palace.

...

[Primitive Genesis· Level 1 (19178/1 million)]

Skill characteristics: Dao Fusion (Immortal)

[Supreme Red Career Immortal Demon Sword· Uninitiated(10521/100,000)]

...

Looking at these two skills.

Zhang Jing couldn't help but ponder.

There was about five hundred years left before his True Spirit was to be born and go to the Great Vast World.

With such a short amount of time, increasing the Primitive Genesis skill level wouldn't mean much. It might be better to focus on upgrading the Supreme Red Career Immortal Demon Sword first.

"In the power struggle, the more terrifying the strength, the greater the rewards."

Having thought this.

Zhang Jing had already made up his mind.

At the same time, he couldn't help but feel curious.

He wondered what kind of skill characteristics the Supreme Red Career Immortal Demon Sword would condense after initiation.

Moreover.

He suddenly remembered the piece of innate blood metal essence on his body.

The method to cast the life treasure corresponding to this Great Divine Power inheritance – the Supreme Red Career Immortal Demon Sword same life spirit treasure!

He also needed to practice the inheritance to the entry-level.

Only then would he be able to know.

In his hand.

As if sensing Zhang Jing's intention.

The Acquired Purple Qi instantly became a ray of purple light, like a nimble dragon, drilling directly into his forehead and melting into the depths of his consciousness.

In but an instant.

Zhang Jing's mind was wrapped in a dense purple Qi.

His comprehension and thinking speed were instantly elevated to a frightful degree. If previously his comprehension was at one, now it's at ten thousand, or even higher!

The Acquired Purple Qi gradually disappeared.

And corresponding to it.

Zhang Jing's understanding of the Supreme Red Career Immortal Demon Sword's inheritance was deepening continuously.

Every breath.

There would be a great deal of new insights.

Gradually.

Strands of deep demonic intent, carrying an utterly terrifying aura of bli that nothing could resist, began bit by bit to spread around.

Outside the courtyard.

The night became eerily silent.

The intermittent calls of the frogs and insects disappeared without a trace.

Lu Thirty-Eight and Bing Liangliang woke up simultaneously, their eyes flashing with a thick color of terror.

Just now.

In their unconscious state, they seemed to see a majestic beam of light wrapped in eerie crimson flames.

Under the blade light, immortals and gods were bleeding, and the heavens were crying.

In the room.

Zhang Jing slowly opened his eyes.

Beneath their surface.

A hint of red karmic fire was burning faintly.

No temperature, only boundless killing intent.

Within the Mud Pill Palace.

The jade talisman flickered slightly, showing greatly changed skill information.

[Supreme Red Career Immortal Demon Sword · Level 1 (211,000/600,000)]

Skill characteristics: Karma Source (Immortal)