I Seek Immortality Through Serendipity

Amidst the hazy lines, countless mystical light points of various colors swarmed into Gu Yuan’s sight.

The long-unseen white opportunities became densely packed once more, spanning his vision.

There were also many green light points, faintly flickering in almost every Spirit Island, shoal, and water region.

”Nature’s treasures, Land of Cloud Dream, truly lives up to its reputation...”

Seeing this, Gu Yuan couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

The water veins of Cloud Dream Marsh were brimming to the extreme, more concentrated than a Tier Four Spiritual Vein, and endowed with the Power of Creation. Many rare treasures in the outside world were produced here in the Great Marsh.

However, there were still very few silver light points.

Yet, at the edge of his sight, a faint silver light point caught Gu Yuan’s attention.

Upon touching it with his Divine Thought, vague information flowed out at once.

”Demon, fruit...”

”Will mature...”

Is it the soon-to-mature Demon Treasure Fruit?

After breaking through to Mid-Stage Golden Core, the information from the Stone Liquid seemed a bit clearer.

”Hey!”

”Whose rogue ship dares trespass my Zhenyun Island!”

While Gu Yuan was examining the Stone Liquid, the Treasure Boat did not stop but proceeded straight, completely entering the territory of Cloud Dream Marsh.

Just after entering the Great Marsh, a loud shout suddenly emanated from the mist below, followed by a robust figure, the Cyan-Horned Strongman with a massive build and bared chest, breaking through the clouds and blocking the Treasure Boat’s path.

The man’s aura was somewhat chaotic, but he was undeniably an Early-stage Tier Three Great Demon, commanding wind and clouds with majestic presence.

Beneath him, the clouds parted below the Treasure Boat, revealing an island filled with ancient gray trees. On the island, countless odd-shaped Little Demons beat drums and waved Demon Banners, creating a great commotion.

Most crucially, within the island, there stood a huge bronze crossbow arrow over ten zhang tall. Its arrowhead glowed with Spiritual Light, filled with lethal energy, aimed squarely at the Treasure Boat.

”Senior Brother Gu, I am familiar with the demons of Zhenyun Island. Their greed can be settled with some toll negotiation. Allow me to handle this, please wait a moment, Senior Brother.”

At that moment, a Divine Thought reached Gu Yuan’s ears from the compartment below him.

In that compartment was Wu Taiqing, the Golden Core cultivator of Spirit Sound Pavilion accompanying this trip, with Early-Stage Golden Core cultivation.

Since Spirit Sound Pavilion is under the Thousand Waves Sect and Gu Yuan has now transferred his sect, Wu Taiqing, to show respect and foster relations, addresses Gu Yuan as Senior Brother.

”Be careful, Junior Brother Wu!”

Gu Yuan responded with a smile.

Traversing Cloud Dream Marsh is no easy task.

There are too many Great Demons and innumerable Spirit Monsters; not everything can be resolved through life-and-death combat each visit.

Golden Core cultivators enjoy a millennium-long life, opting to avoid conflict if possible.

Spirit Sound Pavilion, having explored for years, discovered a relatively safe passage. As long as some Spirit Stones are paid, passage is unhindered.

”Fellow Daoist Qingxi, long time no see, I hope you’ve been well!”

Wu Taiqing apologized to Gu Yuan before exiting the compartment, ascending above the clouds, and cupping his hands towards the Cyan-Horned Strongman.

”So it’s Fellow Daoist Wu. Are you escorting these children to Thousand Sounds Valley again this year?”

Upon seeing Wu Taiqing, the Cyan-Horned Strongman’s expression slightly softened, and he reciprocated the greeting.

”Unlike your innate talent, my juniors need external forces to improve their cultivation. Please grant us convenience, Fellow Daoist!”

Wu Taiqing’s voice was gentle, and he discreetly wrapped a Storage Bag in Mana, handing it to the Cyan-Horned Strongman.

The Cyan-Horned Strongman received the Storage Bag, weighed it, but showed no smile, merely saying blandly, ”Fellow Daoist Wu, in the past, these Spirit Stones sufficed for your passage, but times have changed. The Great Marsh’s situation is complex; this bit of Spiritual Grain isn’t enough for passage money.”

Wu Taiqing immediately frowned slightly, ”Fellow Daoist Qingxi, this path has been traversed by Spirit Sound Pavilion for three hundred years. Raising the price without cause might tarnish credibility!”

”Haha, credibility? Fellow Daoist Wu, do not forget, this is Cloud Dream Marsh.”

Hearing this, the Cyan-Horned Strongman laughed heartily, his tone mocking.

But in the next instant, he restrained his laughter, his tone slightly softened as he said, ”Fellow Daoist Wu, I do not wish to make things too difficult for you, but Zhenyun Island indeed urgently needs Spiritual Grain now, so the price must be raised a bit.”

Seeing his softened attitude, Wu Taiqing pondered and then asked, ”I wonder how much Fellow Daoist intends to raise the price?”

Mengyun Marsh is fraught with dangers; avoiding conflict is wise.

Wu Taiqing was not afraid of the Cyan-Horned Strongman before him, but Zhenyun Island was not manned by him alone.

On the island, there was also a Mid-Stage Great Demon, the Poison Cloud Python, who had cultivated for over eight hundred years!

This python was the true source of his fear, as well as Zhenyun Island’s audacity to demand ”tolls.”

”Haha, no need for you to spend extra. Your boat must have accompanying merchants and disciples from other sects, right? Why not hand them over to me, and I will let you pass immediately!”

The Cyan-Horned Strongman seemed to have a plan, blurting it out without thinking.

”Fellow Daoist, this action might be somewhat coercive!”

Wu Taiqing narrowed his eyes immediately, his heart slightly angry.

It’s not easy for the Treasure Boat to traverse Cloud Dream Marsh, so aside from its sect’s disciples, it carried many loose cultivators and merchants, along with some disciples from allied neighboring sects. Spirit Sound Pavilion collected fares, escorting them safely to Cloud Dream Marsh.

Yet now, the Cyan-Horned Strongman had set his sights on these merchants and disciples from other sects. Wasn’t this putting Spirit Sound Pavilion in a difficult predicament?!