Forging Immortality through the Dao Seed

"A money exchange?"

Yan Caizhi pondered briefly, forcing herself to look away from the jade slip quietly resting on the table, her expression gradually regaining composure.

Her thoughts returned to the present.

She bowed to the man in front of her and said with restraint, "Then, sir shopkeeper, I shall take my leave first."

"Hmm."

The young man opposite her nodded slightly.

After a few breaths.

On the silent street, deep as an abyss.

Yan Caizhi's figure suddenly appeared and then, without the slightest hesitation, she walked directly towards a certain direction with unwavering steps.

At the same time.

Inside the shop.

After casting a quick glance outside the door, the young man's facial features began to change and eventually, his visage became identical to that of Zhang Jing's.

Or rather, he was one of Zhang Jing at this moment.

"Yan Caizhi, this aura… Even the Spirit Pinnacle Immortal City has traces of those fellows, huh? This is truly intriguing. It seems that Karmic Fellow Daoist has made some discoveries."

Zhang Jing murmured, his eyes suddenly becoming immensely profound.

Though the strange aura on this woman was faint to the extreme, this place was after all the Huang Liang Realm, his natal world, so naturally, it could not escape Zhang Jing's perception.

It was extremely similar to the aura on those people he had encountered in the Beast Territory.

What this implied went without saying.

"Is it a retaliatory action for what I did before in the Beast Territory, or is it—"

Zhang Jing's eyes flickered uncertainly.

However, the next moment, his face revealed an enigmatic smile once more.

"Tsk, times have changed, eh? A guest from afar should be welcomed, and as Zhang, I should certainly offer the best hospitality I can afford."

Elsewhere.

After walking several miles.

Yan Caizhi finally caught sight of a bronze palace shrouded in light mist, with two strange statues that had sheep bodies and human faces squatting quietly in front of the gate, looking almost alive at first glance.

Beside the large bronze doors, rows of large characters were carved in ancient seal script: Gather the luck movement of heaven and earth, extend the creation of all realms.

"Gather luck movement, extend creation, such grandiose ambition!"

Yan Caizhi found her gaze involuntarily immobilized as she couldn't help but exclaim inwardly.

At the sight of those few characters, she envisioned a godlike immortal figure sitting aloft on an infinitely high plane, with the creation of heaven and earth cascading down, gathering into a precious colored canopy, and diffusing immeasurable dignity.

"What kind of existence lies behind Huang Liang Village?"

She thought with a shiver, and the image of the elder who sold her the Huang Liang Talisman suddenly surfaced in her mind.

What was his identity?

While Yan Caizhi was pondering.

Creak—

The bronze gates suddenly swung open without any wind, slowly parting to either side.

"Please come in, guest!"

...

...

Time passed, unknowable how long.

Yan Caizhi walked out of the money exchange with stiff steps, her eyes devoid of spirit, and the shock on her pretty face was slow to fade away.

Then.

As if thinking of something, she slowly lifted her right hand in front of her eyes, her tightly clenched fingers gradually opened, revealing a coin inside with a faint purple hue.

Yan Caizhi just stared blankly at the coin lying quietly in her palm, motionless, as time trickled away.

"Hiss—, this Huang Liang money is actually condensed from postnatal purple qi!" Yan Caizhi inhaled sharply, speaking to herself incredulously.

The words broke the silence.

She didn't even realize that her voice had become hoarse due to the violent fluctuations in her emotions.

Of course, Yan Caizhi wasn't concerned about that at this moment.

Her heart was already filled to the brim with ecstatic joy.

If what the bank owner said was correct, then she wouldn't need to use her Huang Liang coins to purchase various rare treasures, for they were treasures of heaven and earth themselves.

The Houtian Purple Qi!

This legendary substance, sought after by countless followers of the Immortal Way as a supreme treasure, could now be exchanged by her simply through luck movement, and what's more, there was no limit to the amount she could exchange; it sounded incredibly unbelievable.

The key point was, it seemed she could even exchange for the Xiantian Purple Qi!

Of course, the luck movement needed was an astronomical figure. Yan Caizhi was aware of her own capabilities and those of the Yan family, so naturally, she didn't ask the bank owner about exchanging for the Xiantian Purple Qi.

But even just the prospect of acquiring Houtian Purple Qi was enough to drive anyone mad.

"This... this Huang Liang Village truly is a land of enormous opportunity," Yan Caizhi shivered as she spoke, "No, I can't grasp this alone. I must inform my father. If we handle this well, not to mention dealing with that disaster, perhaps the entire Yan family will soar to great heights!"

At this moment, the worries that had lingered in Yan Caizhi's mind vanished without a trace, replaced by an excitement and elation that were beyond words.

She took a deep breath.

With a lingering look at the bank nearby, she followed an indistinct sense and directly communicated with the Huang Liang Talisman in her bosom.

In an instant, a wisp of pure white, hazy fairy light shone from Yan Caizhi's chest, the light intensifying until it enveloped her completely.

Soon after, Huang Liang Village once again fell into silence.

However, compared to the beginning, there was now a faint sign of vitality, giving a sense of revival.

And at this moment.

At the Yan family clan territory in Ling Shu Immortal City.

Within a warmly furnished room.

Sitting in a chair, Yan Caizhi's delicate body trembled involuntarily before she abruptly opened her eyes, a hint of confusion flashing in them.

She seemed as if she had just awakened from a dream.

She subconsciously looked around, familiar sights coming into view.

"Was it just a dream?"

Yan Caizhi murmured unconsciously.

However, she soon sensed something was off, and slowly extended her right hand, spreading her fingers.

A coin with a touch of purple lay obediently in her pale palm.

With one glance, Yan Caizhi recognized what it was.

Hu-hu! A flash of uncontrollable excitement shot through her eyes, and her breathing became incredibly rapid.

She wasn't dreaming—the Huang Liang Village truly existed!

This meant—

Yan Caizhi frantically rummaged through her storage bag in her bosom, and finally, her face lit up with joy as she drew a crumpled yellow talisman.

She carefully unfolded the talisman, only to frown and have her smile fade away.

The reason was simple.

A third of the Dao Patterns on the Huang Liang Talisman had already dimmed, becoming faint and nearly invisible.

"Only two more opportunities to enter the Huang Liang Village left?"

When she realized this, a deep sense of regret flickered in Yan Caizhi's eyes. It was a mix of regret for doubting that person in the first place and discontent at having wasted such a precious opportunity to enter the Huang Liang Village so easily.

...

...

The next morning.

"Mother, where has Father gone?"

Looking haggard as usual, Yan Caizhi paid a visit to her mother to greet her, while she stared wide-eyed towards the door as if looking for that familiar figure.

"The clan elders called your father last night to discuss urgent matters," Yan's mother said with red-rimmed eyes as she tenderly stroked Yan Caizhi's cheek, speaking softly, "What's the matter, Zhi'er? Are you reluctant to go to your uncle's place?"

"It's just that, mother has no choice either."