Immortality Begins with Breathing Exercises

When the Feihong Gang first arrived in Bafang City, they didn’t have many assets and didn’t need a large number of people.

Despite their prominent status in Songyi City, upon arriving in Bafang City, they faced difficulties and had to start anew.

They not only had to deal with the suppression by local forces in Bafang City but also compete with many powers that had fled from other cities, just like the Feihong Gang.

Establishing a foothold here is no easy task.

Many members of the Feihong Gang were dismissed upon reaching Bafang City. Some left voluntarily to find new opportunities.

To survive, the Feihong Gang streamlined their operations, keeping only those skilled at the Bone Forging Realm and above.

The ordinary members, if lost, could be replaced, but it wasn’t easy recruiting trustworthy and skilled individuals at the Bone Forging Realm and above.

Lin Zheyu was still under the name of the Feihong Gang but was idle every day.

He spent his days practicing martial arts in the courtyard, studying the Poison Canon, and occasionally wandering around to experience the local customs and culture of Bafang City.

Several days passed, and he hadn’t seen Xu Qin Yi, Ren Qingfeng, or others, as they seemed to be busy with something important.

In Lotus Fragrance Tower.

”Speaking of last time, after Tie Muzhen unified the desert, he rewarded meritorious officials by grandly appointing Guo Jing as a Chiliarch and proposed to marry his beloved daughter Hua Zheng to him, making him the Golden Saber Prince Consort...”

The storyteller passionately narrated the story of The Legend of the Condor Heroes on stage.

The story written by Lin Zheyu was very popular in Bafang City, and discussions about the characters could be heard in every corner of the city.

”Mr. Lin, your story is truly captivating, never gets old,” Jia Yanrong exclaimed.

Five days had passed, and they had completely settled down in Bafang City.

However, the Feihong Gang didn’t have many businesses in Bafang City, having not gained a foothold, so Jia Yanrong and others, like Lin Zheyu, had nothing to do.

In their free time, they would go to a teahouse, order a pot of tea and some snacks, and spend the afternoon listening to stories.

As for the entertainment districts, they dared not visit too often.

Having just moved from Songyi City to Bafang City, life hadn’t settled down completely, so they needed to save some silver taels for emergencies.

”I heard that many wealthy young ladies in Bafang City love your Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio.”

”If they knew you were the author, with Mr. Lin’s handsome appearance and strong capabilities, you’re sure to win over those young ladies,” Xie Jiang laughed.

The stories written by Lin Zheyu spread throughout Bafang City.

Among them, Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio was favored by wealthy young men and women, as well as scholars.

But all of this had nothing to do with Lin Zheyu.

Great Wei didn’t have copyright laws; once a story was released, it belonged to everyone.

”Even if it’s out there, someone has to believe it,” Lin Zheyu said with a smile.

Having been in Bafang City for several days, he would often go to the teahouses in hopes of seeing Mr. Liang.

Liang Song spent most of his time at teahouses in Songyi City, listening to stories and sipping tea.

If he’s lucky, he might find him at a teahouse.

Unfortunately, Mr. Chen didn’t know much about Liang Song’s whereabouts, only that he had enemies in Bafang City and was likely hiding in the city, waiting for a chance for revenge.

Lin Zheyu could only rely on luck to find him.

Should he find him, Lin Zheyu could indirectly learn about Mr. Liang’s enemy to help him in avenging them, repaying the favor of martial arts teachings.

If he couldn’t find him, there wasn’t much else he could do, leaving it to fate.

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Dusk fell.

Bafang City’s inner city is divided into eight major districts.

Each district has its own features, with the Xingluan District famously known as the gold burn district, dubbed the city that never sleeps, one of the most bustling areas in Bafang City.

As darkness descended, night fell.

The entire Xingluan District lit up with lanterns, illuminating every corner of the district.

Even at night, it remained crowded with bustling streets and busy roads, not growing quiet because of the nightfall but becoming even more lively.

Shops on both sides flourished with bright lights and wine; gambling houses, taverns, dance halls, precious item buildings, songbird pavilions were everywhere.

Lin Zheyu donned a gray outfit, his muscles popping, and his face shaping into a more square, imposing middle-aged man appearance.

He crossed the Xingluan District and arrived at a gambling house on the outskirts.

Lin Zheyu masked his face, entered the gambling house, and exchanged a code with a servant who led him through corridors, taking several turns, arriving at another market.

The market was brightly lit, bustling with people, extremely lively.

Lin Zheyu paid three silver taels and entered the market, beginning to wander around.

This was the black market he had learned about.

The black market in Bafang City was hidden in the most bustling district in the inner city.

Inside, a variety of goods were available, including slaves and sex slaves for sale.

Lin Zheyu wandered around, mainly looking for cultivation techniques, illegal materials for making poison, and nourishing prescriptions.

These past few days, he had visited over a dozen martial arts schools, where learning martial arts was expensive, far more than buying techniques alone.

Moreover, the cultivation techniques at martial arts schools weren’t separately sold.

In training, one must learn the upper level before being taught the next, impossible to learn all techniques in one go.

So Lin Zheyu could only give up, trying his luck at the black market for satisfactory techniques.