Longevity: Starting from Refining Gu

After finding out how to travel to the Dao Origin Land more covertly, Chen Qing released the little ghost.

Chen Qing immediately pulled Zhang Can up, and while absorbing the vitality of the earth to heal him and stabilize his wounds, they hurried on their way.

Along the way, they passed through many places. Although they saw that many mortal realms also tended to turn into golden worlds, strangely, those mortals were turning into bronze or silver people.

Every day they worshipped the Miao God; even many villagers boldly provoked small demons, and quite a few succeeded.

The world was changing so much that it seemed like Planting Beans into Soldiers.

Was the Miao God protecting the ordinary mortals?

After all, such mortals, even for Cultivators, would take some effort to deal with, and it was not worth it.

Three days later, Zhang Can could barely walk.

The two, wearing bamboo hats, entered a town, planning to buy some medicinal herbs for injuries. They had only approached the town gate when they saw a team of Foundation Establishment Cultivators in Mystic Gate Army robes rushing into the city.

"Have you found any suspicious Foundation Establishment cultivators?"

"If there is any news, once confirmed to be true, the informant's family will be granted a Foundation Establishment member!"

They came and went like the wind, and images of Chen Qing and Zhang Can were already posted at the city gate.

Seeing only two portraits, Zhang Can felt bad, "Hao Chengtian has been captured."

"This is a hunt belonging to Yan Shiyin. Soon, another Hao Chengtian-level expert will appear among his subordinates."

"It's likely that the territories around the Northern Capital City have already been controlled by Yan Shiyin."

"This man truly is a ruthless hero in times of chaos, astounding the world with a single move."

"In just a few days, he seized control of many powerful tribes."

"It's somewhat similar to the style of Jiguang Sect. They either don't act at all, or when they do, they overturn the table and reshuffle the game."

Seeing that this town had fallen into the hands of Yan Shiyin, Chen Qing no longer hesitated and turned to leave.

Zhang Can quickly followed, and Chen Qing asked, "Is the temptation of the Mystic Gate Realm really that great?"

Zhang Can helplessly said, "Cultivators spend their whole lives cultivating, and in the end, their sects and tribes tell them that Foundation Establishment is their limit, and their path forward is cut off."

"Who wouldn't be desperate?"

"But Yan Shiyin is different, he gave them new hope."

"He promoted the slogan that all beings are equal, and everyone has the right to cultivate to the Mystic Gate Realm."

"All the long-suppressed resentments were stirred up again by Yan Shiyin, and with the Master of Mortal World entering the Death Realm, the fire burns even more fiercely."

"So, for a while, all Loose Cultivators' hearts were swayed, believing that following Yan Shiyin was their way out."

Chen Qing asked, "But what about successors like Hao Chengtian and you? He dares to act against even you, isn't he afraid of the State Preceptor settling scores after the fall?"

Zhang Can asked, "Have you ever seen an existence above the Mystic Gate Realm?"

Chen Qing shook his head.

The highest he had ever seen was the Great Witch, but in the current situation, even the Great Witch probably couldn't control it.

Zhang Can said, "When I met my master, he seemed like a mere stone."

"My master has nine disciples, and I am the ninth. The eight seniors before me all died in battle in the Death Realm, unable to withstand that challenge."

"In front of them, if you are not in the Mystic Gate Realm, you have no right to claim to be any successor."

"If Yan Shiyin can bring back someone who has broken through to the Mystic Gate Realm, my master would probably be too happy for words."

"My master has cultivated for a thousand years, what do we count for in comparison?"

"He takes a disciple every thirty years, and every thirty years, a disciple dies."

"He has long grown accustomed to it."

"There are many heroes in this world, you and I will die, but thirty years later, there will be another you and me."

Chen Qing was silent.

Indeed, in the eyes of gods or royal courts, they were nothing.

After another two days of difficult travel, Zhang Can had improved a bit more.

He could barely wield his sword now, which was good news.

The bad news was that the southern road had been completely blocked off, and countless Cultivators were wandering on the road south. There were innumerable Qi Refinement Cultivators, and all Foundation Establishment Cultivators had emerged.

It was said that in two days, it would be an auspicious day when Yan Shiyin would execute Hao Chengtian in public to sacrifice a flag for the Mystic Gate Army.

To show the entire Wu Country that even a top tribe like the Taihao Tribe was not his match.

And he, would accept all Loose Cultivators, all small sects, and small tribes.

Hearing this news, many large tribes became even more fearful, while Loose Cultivators were excited, packing their bags and heading towards Yan Shiyin's headquarters.

There were even situations where lower-ranking Foundation Establishment members of large tribes banded together to kill the Young Master and defected to Yan Shiyin.

This was the power of the human heart.

And Chen Qing also figured out a bit of the situation.

Vaguely understanding what to do after escaping death.

At night, under the protection of Zhang Can, Chen Qing took out the bronze ghost mask and put it on his face, "I'm going to attend a gathering, keep an eye out for me."

Zhang Can wasn't too surprised, and just nodded slightly.

Thinking to himself, Chen Qing, who emerged from grass-roots, how could he have such strength if not for the Jiguang Sect?

Chen Qing silently arrived at the gathering, and when he saw the other four, they were already waiting.

Chen Qing relaxed, trying to not let these people sense his distress.

"Good evening, everyone."

Ji Ru was the first to greet him, "Good evening, Senior Taichu."

Xu Yaofeng followed up, "Good evening, Senior Taichu."

Following Murong Lang and Hu Yao's greetings, Chen Qing said, "Then, let tonight's gathering begin."