I Seek Immortality Through Serendipity

When Gu Yuan’s escape light appeared in the sky, the speck-sized flame burst into brilliance, surged forth, leaped out of the lamp, and with a flicker, transformed into a fierce flame tiger, majestic and unruly, gazing at the sky.

”Awoo!”

But as the escape light approached, revealing its thunderous light, the flame tiger immediately tucked its tail, let out a fearful cry, and swiftly retreated back into the lamp with lightning speed.

”Such spiritual nature in this Crimson Fire Spirit.”

”Oh, turns out it’s owned by an old acquaintance...”

Gu Yuan’s divine sense was comparable to the mid-stage Golden Core, extremely perceptive. The behavior of the Crimson Fire Spirit, first arrogant then respectful, was fully captured by him, and he couldn’t help but chuckle.

Yet, in just a moment, he sensed a familiar feeling from this Crimson Fire Spirit.

”Disciple Yin Xingchao, pays respect to the Ascendant!”

At this moment, an elder with a high nose and broad forehead, white hair and beard, dressed in a red Daoist robe, hurriedly walked out from the hall to salute Gu Yuan.

This elder was none other than Yin Xingchao, a peak Foundation Establishment cultivator who once presided over the Flying Smoke Dharma Boat during the first expedition against the Red Moon River.

Gu Yuan had once been under this person’s command on the Dharma Boat, on a campaign against the Great River.

Nearly a hundred years have passed. Gu Yuan had already advanced to Golden Core, yet this person remained at the peak of Foundation Establishment.

Meeting again, Yin Xingchao felt deeply complex emotions but managed to maintain his composure, bowing deeply as a gesture of thorough courtesy.

”Your fire cultivation has deeply grasped the essence of Samadhi. Which True Scripture are you practicing?”

Gu Yuan, on the other hand, took a deep look at Yin Xingchao and asked, bowing his head.

This person was quite aged, being an older generation Foundation Establishment cultivator with little lifespan remaining, yet his Qi Blood was still vibrant.

His mana roiled like a sea of fire, scorching and fierce, far from ordinary.

Combined with the Crimson Fire Spirit, his strength was definitely not inferior to any true inheritance of the Daoist School and might even exceed it.

His comprehension of fire cultivation was extraordinary, far beyond Bian Chuyao, whose depth was unknown after years of absence.

However, seeing this person with magical power having an ethereal quality, it was certain he wasn’t cultivating a common Dharma Gate!

Yin Xingchao’s face slightly changed, never expecting Gu Yuan’s eyes to be so sharp, penetrating his background with just a glance.

But facing a Golden Core, he dared not hide and could only honestly reply, ”I dare not deceive the Ascendant, disciple still practices one of the Daoist School’s seven True Diagrams, the Golden Sun Great Sun True Diagram, but I have prematurely perused one of the Daoist Academy’s Three True Classics, the Red Fire Vermilion Cloud Scripture, and gained a hint of supernatural insight.”

”Oh? You managed to comprehend the fire cultivation from the Red Fire Vermilion Cloud Scripture during the Foundation Establishment stage?”

Gu Yuan couldn’t help but be surprised.

The Daoist Academy’s Three True Scriptures are only accessible to Golden Core cultivators due to their extreme esoteric profundity; Foundation Establishment cultivators would not only gain no benefit but could even be severely harmed by forcibly studying them.

Only by forging a Golden Core and cultivating Gold-Attribute Magical Power can one practice without hindrance.

Yet, this person could glean a trace of Foundation Establishment utility from the True Scripture?

This level of insight is truly astonishing.

Upon hearing this, Yin Xingchao looked up at Gu Yuan, his eyes somewhat complex: ”Disciple has practiced fire cultivation all his life, for four hundred years, yet without progress, but on the day I witnessed the Ascendant transcending tribulation with celestial fire blazing, I accidentally gained a trace of insight...”

”Is this truly the reason?”

Gu Yuan was also quite surprised, not expecting this matter to be somewhat connected to himself.

”Where did you acquire the methods of the True Scripture?”

Gu Yuan asked again.

”It was Master Tiandou who granted me the favor, allowing me into the Transmission Hall to peruse the first half of the True Scripture.”

Senior Brother Tiandou?

Gu Yuan’s heart slightly moved.

Originally, he had no real impression of the Daoist School’s only late-stage Golden Core great cultivator, but now it seemed that a late-stage Golden Core’s foresight was indeed remarkable.

He had quietly nurtured a reserve.

If this person could acquire more fire-attribute spiritual objects and further refine his fire cultivation and the Crimson Fire Spirit, he might achieve Golden Core.

His hope exceeded even the Daoist School’s true inheritance by a margin.

”I have a Tier Three Spirit Pill, Cold Heart Demon-Extinguishing Pill, which can cleanse and purify, with excellent effect. I’ll give it to you.”

”Comprehending True Scriptures is like dancing on a knife’s edge; a slight mistake might lead to destruction and death, do not be careless.”

Gu Yuan pondered momentarily before retrieving a jade bottle from his sleeve and tossing it to Yin Xingchao.

”Thank you, Ascendant!”

Yin Xingchao was overjoyed, bowing to express gratitude.

Looking at the white-haired elder before him, Gu Yuan suddenly remembered Cen Qingqing.

Even though Foundation Establishment Cultivators can live up to 450 years, the longer they delay, the lower the chances of achieving a Golden Core.

Someone like Yinn Xingchao is indeed rare.

Beauty fades easily.

Gu Yuan harbored thoughts in his heart but did not let them show on his face, only asking, ”Is there currently any Golden Roar Spiritual Water in the hall?”

If it were a thousand years ago, as long as one had enough merit, any disciple could come and exchange for Golden Roar Spiritual Water.

But now, none except Golden Core cultivators can exchange for this item.

”There is still a portion of Spiritual Water in the hall, but before Master Biyun headed to the East Mountain Realm, he left a message reserving this portion. Counting the days, in another half month, a descendant from the Su Family will come to take the Spiritual Water.” Yinn Xingchao said with a bitter smile.

”If I recall correctly, Golden Core Cultivators also have a limit on the number of times they can request Golden Roar Spiritual Water. Senior Brother Su has probably exceeded it...”

”That’s right, Golden Roar Spiritual Water condenses once every fifty years, and ten portions can be divided each time. Golden Core Cultivators can only receive it once within fifty years. Master Biyun already received one portion twenty years ago...”

Yinn Xingchao explained.

”Then don’t worry about him, bring that portion of Spiritual Water!”

Gu Yuan flicked his sleeve and said directly.

If it were before, Yinn Xingchao would definitely have made a few excuses to avoid potential trouble impacting him later on.

But having received Gu Yuan’s Spirit Pill, he only offered a salute and quickly returned to the hall, fetching a jade box.

”If anyone comes asking, let them come to Purple Sun Peak to find me!”

Gu Yuan left those words, then transformed into light and vanished into the sky.

Watching Gu Yuan’s Escape Light, Yinn Xingchao couldn’t help but clench his fists, his gaze complex.

”Golden Core...”

Though he seemed just one step away from the Golden Core, this step was as difficult as ascending to the heavens.

...

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Yanghua Country, Celestial Capital City.

Yanghua Country has been peaceful for a thousand years, despite a coup several hundred years ago that changed the Royal Race, the turbulence was minor, like silent rain nourishing the earth, without any ripple.

For many years, Yanghua Country has maintained good governance and harmony, with peace and clarity prevailing. The cultivation practice is widespread within the country, Loose Cultivators and small sect cultivators frequently come and go. Although occasionally there are disputes, they are quickly suppressed, gradually flourishing, and can be called an immortal city in the human world.

Looking around, one sees a massive azure city sitting on the plains, where three rivers converge, and five peaks act as screens. Spiritual Qi wafts about, giving an impression of an immortal realm.

The city is bustling, with throngs brushing shoulders, and sometimes light streams cross, flying low.

Various fierce birds and little demons carry people in strange attire, advancing quickly or slowly within the city.

The atmosphere of smoke and fire blends harmoniously with the cultivation ambiance, losing some ethereal immortal sense but gaining a bustling human touch.

”If I don’t attain a Golden Core, retiring in this city would indeed be a joyful matter...”

At this moment, a massive Dharma Boat broke through countless clouds, coming from afar in the sky.

On the Dharma Boat, the Restriction is strict, myriad dazzling Array Patterns sparkling like flood dragons, like wind and thunder, like stars and the moon, showcasing a powerful Dao Charm.

Although the outline of the enormous city below the clouds is unclear in distance, the Restrictive Dao Patterns on the Dharma Boat still suppress its grandeur.

The people on the Dharma Boat’s deck were relaxed and kept chatting and laughing about the large city.

The person leading wore a plain white robe, with gold and silver thread embroidered on shoulders and sleeves. Although his features were ordinary and looks unremarkable, there was a hint of majesty in his eyes, as if accumulated prestige weighed heavily.

His aura was profound, and his overflowing Fire Technique Magical Power had already reached the Late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivation.

The jokes just now were spoken from his mouth.

Behind this person, surrounded by followers, there were more than a dozen cultivators, all of whom had Foundation Establishment cultivation.

Among them, some had eyes flashing with divine light, revealing that they were also at the Late-stage Foundation Establishment.

The others, though not in the Late-stage Foundation Establishment, were all at the Mid-Stage Foundation Establishment cultivation.

The key point is, these cultivators were all quite young, each of their movements exuding a sense of vigor and vitality.

Just then, the gigantic city below seemed to sense the Dharma Boat’s aura, and suddenly several dozens of cultivators wearing golden dharma robes, clustered around an elder with grizzly hair and an eagle-like nose and fiery eyes, surged up.

”Sovereign of Little Yanghua Country, Zhou Mingdao, greets Master Donghua!”

”A Spiritual Banquet has been prepared in the city to welcome and refresh the master. Please, master, move to attend!”

The elder’s demeanor was extremely respectful, bowing deeply to invite.

”Such disrespect, a master is not someone you can see at will. Quickly release the array and let the Dharma Boat enter the city first!”

On the Dharma Boat, Ma Wu scolded loudly, showing an expression of authority.