A Loose Cultivator's Path to Longevity

The village wasn’t large, with just about a hundred households.

Judging by their sickly complexions, it was clear their lives were difficult. When they saw Lü Zhong descend from the sky, they all dropped to their knees in terror. Although the villagers didn’t know Lü Zhong’s specific level of cultivation, they knew that anyone who could fly was no ordinary Immortal Master.

If it weren’t for the fact that Lü Zhong had no dark aura or scent of blood about him, the villagers would have likely scattered and fled long ago.

Perhaps seeing that Lü Zhong hadn’t killed anyone, the one-legged village chief, supported by a woman in her sixties, hobbled over on his crutch, intending to kneel and pay his respects.

”There’s no need for that.” Lü Zhong helped him up and asked, ”Don’t be alarmed. I just want to ask about something. Does anyone here know the current whereabouts of the Su Family from the former Hundred Beasts Farm?”

”The Hundred Beasts Farm?” The village chief’s murky eyes were filled with confusion.

Seeing this, Lü Zhong sighed.

A mortal’s generation was only thirty or forty years long.

This man before him was considered long-lived, but Lü Zhong estimated that something had likely happened to the Su Family’s Hundred Beasts Farm—or they had moved elsewhere—long before the chief was old enough to remember.

Just as he thought he had made the trip for nothing, a young voice suddenly spoke up.

”Lord Immortal Master, I know where the Su Family went!”

He looked toward the voice and saw it was a tomboyish girl.

When Lü Zhong’s gaze fell upon her, the young girl couldn’t help but tremble. She knew just how formidable the methods of Immortal Masters were, and this one before her was clearly of extraordinary origin.

But she still mustered her courage, ignoring the other villagers who were frantically trying to signal her with their eyes. She raised her head, puffed out her chest, and declared, ”My grandfather was once a Scholar’s Attendant at the Hundred Beasts Manor, and he even earned Young Master Su’s appreciation! Before my grandfather passed away, he told me everything about where the Su Family went!”

”St-Stop your nonsense!” the village chief stammered, straightening up and shouting at the girl.

”Shut up. I won’t say it a second time,” Lü Zhong said coolly.

He possessed the Celestial Net Eye, so he could naturally see that something was wrong with this man. A bloody light lingered around his body; Lü Zhong didn’t even have to think to know he had cultivated a Demon Technique, and he had likely taken many lives. However, as someone without a Spirit Root, even after paying a massive price in his lifespan—he was only in his early thirties, yet now looked as ancient as a man of eighty—he didn’t have a single trace of Magical Power in his body.

Or rather.

He once had, but was unable to contain it, and it had all leaked away.

”Immortal—” The village chief began, a fawning smile on his face, about to continue speaking.

The next instant, a flash of Sword Light shot past.

After dealing with the man, Lü Zhong turned to the girl and asked calmly, ”Speak. What are your conditions?”

’In my view,’ he thought, ’she’s holding back the Su Family’s whereabouts because she clearly wants to state some conditions. For a Core Formation Cultivator, fulfilling her wish couldn’t be simpler.’

Unexpectedly, the girl dropped directly to her knees.

THUD! THUD! She kowtowed a dozen times, each one loud and clear.

If Lü Zhong hadn’t pulled her up in time, the little one probably would have knocked herself unconscious.

Even so, her face was already a bloody mess.

After Lü Zhong performed the Rejuvenation Skill a few times, the girl had barely recovered before she tried to kowtow again. Fortunately, his quick reflexes allowed him to stop her.

He was inwardly exasperated.

’So stubborn at such a young age. Is she a stubborn mule that’s undergone Transformation?’

”Stop kowtowing. Just state your conditions first.”

”But Grandpa said I must kowtow to a benefactor!” the girl said with a serious expression, and was about to kneel again.

’But he didn’t tell you to kowtow this many times!’

Lü Zhong complained endlessly in his mind, his composure wavering for a moment. He really had to hand it to this ”stubborn mule.” After some effort, he finally managed to set her straight and learned the whole story.

It was a clichéd story.

The village chief had obtained a Demon Technique and used it to murder the girl, Caocao’s, parents.

Now that Lü Zhong had slain the village chief, she naturally saw the Immortal Master who had acted as her benefactor and simply wanted to express her gratitude by kowtowing.

As for the Su Family’s whereabouts, they had moved to the Central District of Lingyue Immortal City thirty years ago. But as for which specific Workshop Market, Caocao’s grandfather, who was merely a mortal Scholar’s Attendant at the time, naturally wasn’t qualified to know.