I Shall Be Everlasting In the World of Immortals

Chapter 82: Pill Refinement Plan

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The Heavenly Moon Wolf soared into the sky, displaying a scar about a foot long on its flank.

”The Heavenly Moon Wolf is also injured; it seems it doesn’t want to fight us to the death?” Zhao Siyao relaxed slightly and transmitted her thoughts.

”Perhaps,” Lan Changʼan suspected the Heavenly Moon Wolf sensed the talisman formation buried underground or even detected his potential threat.

Lan Changʼanʼs strength was not limited to his physical body and spiritual sense but also included the Nine Seal Stele and his trump cards from his past and present lives.

These were things he preferred never to use.

Once a trump card is revealed, it can no longer be considered a trump card.

”That Heavenly Moon Wolf is quite strange...” Lan Changʼan pondered for a long time.

In the vast world of cultivation, there are countless oddities. For high-level cultivators, possession and reincarnation were not uncommon.
...

Late at night, Lan Changʼan and Zhao Siyao sat on a flying boat, leaning against the stone wall.

”Fellow Daoist Lan, my leg injury is not yet stable. If we set off at dawn and the Heavenly Moon Wolf attacks secretly or we encounter other mid-second-rank demonic beasts, I might become a burden.” Zhao Siyao said worriedly, her delicate eyebrows furrowed.

”What do you suggest?” Lan Changʼan understood her reasoning.

Naturally, he wanted to return to Huanglong Immortal City as soon as possible to refine the Foundation Establishment Pill.

If they did not leave tomorrow, they might encounter further trouble in the Black Fog Mountain Range.

”Fellow Daoist Lanʼs technique has good healing effects,” Zhao Siyaoʼs voice was soft.

”Could you help speed up the healing process of my broken bones tonight? That way, I can regain some strength before we set off tomorrow.”

”Itʼs not troublesome, but it might be uncomfortable for Fellow Daoist Zhao.” Lan Changʼan glanced at her. Her eyes were clear, her expression serious.

”Since itʼs about our safety, Fellow Daoist Lan doesnʼt have to stick to small details. After so many years of friendship, Siyao believes in Fellow Daoist Lanʼs character.” Zhao Siyao said frankly, lifting the hem of her white dress.

She had recently cleaned it with a spell.

At this moment, the white dress was spotless. Under the lifted skirt, a pair of long, jade-like legs were revealed, but near the knee, there was a circle of scars.

Even having lived through two lifetimes, Lan Changʼan rarely saw such perfect legs.

”Fellow Daoist Zhao, my apologies.” Lan Changʼan focused his thoughts, placed his hand on her cool, smooth calf near the knee, and injected Evergreen mana, massaging evenly around her leg.

During this process, Zhao Siyao endured the intense pain and barely managed to show a slight smile, signaling Lan Changʼan to proceed without worry.

Lan Changʼan secretly admired her straightforward nature.

Zhao Siyaoʼs concession was for their safety, not wanting to become a burden.

Throughout the night, Lan Changʼan used Evergreen mana to massage Zhao Siyaoʼs legs ten times.

The effect was good; Zhao Siyaoʼs leg injuries stabilized, and she could exert seventy percent of her power.

However, for the broken bones to fully heal, she would need half a year of recuperation after returning.

During this period, fighting was not advisable.

Lan Changʼan didn’t mind revealing the healing effects of Evergreen mana.

Many wood-based techniques were good at healing.

As long as one did not expend their longevity, it was not unheard of for such techniques to possess great regenerative capabilities, even bringing the dead back to life. Such feats would not surprise a Foundation Establishment cultivator like Zhao Siyao.

Zhao Siyao noticed that Lan Changʼanʼs technique wasn’t the common Ancient Wood Art, which was good at healing wounds but not outstanding in terms of mana.

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The next morning.

Zhao Siyao piloted the flying boat, carrying Lan Changʼan out of the ravine.

Earlier, flying puppets and the Earth Burrowing Rat had scouted near the ravineʼs entrance.

The flying boat gradually ascended, leaving the ravine behind.

Lan Changʼan had no intention of returning to investigate the battle site from last night, to avoid unnecessary complications.

They returned to the ground, avoiding high-altitude flight, and set off on their journey back.

On a hill several li away.

The agile Heavenly Moon Wolf, with its dark silver eyes, watched the backs of Lan Changʼan and Zhao Siyao as they departed.

The Heavenly Moon Wolf looked wary, not daring to get too close.

Last night, it sensed Lan Changʼan’s extraordinary physique and spiritual sense, feeling only slightly surprised.

The other partyʼs body was pure, his flow of qi and blood unimpeded, his fortune and longevity intertwined; he made for an excellent target.

At that moment, the Heavenly Moon Wolf had planned to utilize its innate divine ability to control him through possession.

Below mid-Foundation Establishment, possession ought to have been a simple task. Moreover, the man before it was only a ninth layer Qi-Refining cultivator.

Yet, somehow, it had sensed danger, an inexplicable feeling of unease.

”This person, Iʼm afraid he has a great origin,” the Heavenly Moon Wolf muttered, its dark silver eyes glowing green.

Behind it.

Behind it, a portly middle-aged man draped in a large cloak stood expressionlessly.

It was Chen Fuhai, in the mid-Foundation Establishment, from the Qingzhu Sect.

At this moment, Chen Fuhaiʼs eyes glowed green, and his severed arm was already as good as new.

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A month later.

In the northern city of Huanglong, a flying boat carrying a man and a woman returned after a long journey.

”When does Fellow Daoist Lan plan to refine the pills?” Zhao Siyao, in a white dress, asked, her pretty face had restored some redness.

”I plan to wait for Fellow Daoist Chen to return and adjust my state to its peak in the meantime. Fellow Daoist Zhao, I hope youʼll come to lend me your support when the time comes.

The materials for the Foundation Establishment Pill were now all gathered. However, the pill could not be refined carelessly.

Once the Foundation Establishment Pill was made, if the news leaked, it would become a hot potato everyone wanted to snatch away.

Lan Changʼan planned to first adjust his cultivation state to its peak.

When the pill was refined, he would immediately seclude himself in one of Huanglong Mountainʼs caves to breakthrough.

He absolutely refused to allow the Foundation Establishment Pills to remain in his possession overnight.

As for whether Chen Fuhai could return alive, Lan Changʼan did not hold much hope.

He was just waiting and seeing.

”Rest assured, Fellow Daoist Lan, I will be in Huanglong Immortal City these years. I will be there when you start the pill refinement.” Zhao Siyao promised, her eyes shining brightly.

After the battle in the Black Fog Mountain Range, their relationship had grown closer.

It wasn’t about romantic feelings, but rather the kind of trust and camaraderie born from fighting side by side.

In the inner city, near the Jin Yun Valley station.

Lan Changʼan bid Zhao Siyao farewell, his lone self taking off on a magical device.

Standing atop her fying boat, Zhao Siyao watched the white-robed man’s figure disappear into the distance.

She was dazed for a long time.

”In two years, Fellow Daoist Lan will be nearing seventy.” she sighed, her beautiful eyes showing worry and reluctance.

Reason told her: Even if Lan Changʼan obtained the Foundation Establishment Pill, the probability of success was very low.

From the time of being an immortal seedling to now being a sect’s Foundation Establishment cultivator, Lan Changʼan was a very important friend in her cultivation journey.

When she became a core disciple and sought opportunities to build her foundation, the other party had sent charcoal in snowy weather.[1]

In the recent Black Fog Mountain Range incident, they fought side by side, trusting and cooperating perfectly.

Such a friend would most likely become a passing figure in her cultivation journey.

At this thought, Zhao Siyaoʼs mood inevitably sank.

...

Lan Changʼan returned to Water Moon Residence.

Under Guan Qiao’s service, he enjoyed a good bath.

The simple act of bathing served to relax his body and mind.

This trip to the Black Fog Mountain Range had been one fraught with peril, but the dangers had ultimately proved manageable.

Compared to the wickedness of the human world and openly bidding for Foundation Establishment Pills in public auctions, these risks were more controllable.

He had a lifespan of two hundred years, and at sixty or seventy, he was in his prime, at the age when his body was at its best condition.

If delayed until over a hundred years old to build his foundation, his physical functions would decline.

”At sixty-two, I achieved the ninth layer of Qi-Refining, by about seventy, my magical power, blood, and body will reach their peak.” Lan Changʼan mused, having a keen sense of his longevity and physical condition.

”The year of my ancient age[2] is when I will build my foundation!” He made a resolute decision.

So what if he was older?

In this life, he would earn respect through age!

The longer one lives, the greater oneʼs accumulations become.

He would grow stronger with age, becoming a venerable senior, akin to a living fossil or an everlasting tree in the world of immortal cultivation.

...

After the bath, Lan Changʼan felt clear-minded and enjoyed a meal of spiritual delicacies.

He interacted with the Profound Water Turtle, which he hadn’t seen for a while.

In the following days.

He resumed his normal cultivation, replenishing the Profound Water Turtle’s lost Evergreen mana, while tempering his body and honing his techniques at a slower pace.

Lan Changʼan sought an optimal state of body and mind, neither too tired nor too idle.

Sometimes he visited the Pill Heart Residence next door, drinking and chatting with Du Wei, inquiring about the situation of gathering for pill refinement.

Du Wei spilled the beans after drinking: every few years in Huanglong Immortal City, there would be Xuanling Fruits or special demon cores, but these were monopolized by the upper echelons.

Those in the Qi-Refining stage at the bottom of the pyramid had no access to these resources.

Lan Changʼan had a special demon core and had gathered all the materials for the Foundation Establishment Pill, but he hadn’t revealed this to Du Wei as the time wasn’t right.

”Iʼll wait two years for Chen Fuhai. If he doesn’t return to Huanglong Immortal City, Iʼll have to partner with someone else.” Lan Changʼan planned.

He even considered cooperating with the Mu Family to refine the Foundation Establishment Pill.

However, the Huang Family and the Mu Family were still in a standoff, with constant minor conflicts arising every now and then.

If he cooperated with the Mu Family for the pill refinement, it would inevitably draw the hostility of the Maple Leaf Huang Family, directly involving him in the conflict between the two families.

Before advancing to Foundation Establishment, Lan Changʼan felt he didn’t qualify to get involved in such affairs.

...

After returning to Huanglong City, Lan Changʼan received a letter from Li Erqing.

The letter explained the reasons for his Foundation Establishment and the current situation of the Mu Family at Feiyue Lake.

Perhaps worried about the letter being intercepted, some details were vague.

Lan Changʼan deduced that the second-rank spirit beast the Mu Family secretly bought years ago was nearing the end of its lifespan.

Without the aged second-rank spirit beast, the only Foundation Establishment cultivators in the Mu Family were Mu Renlong and Li Erqing.

In addition, Mu Xiuyun, a second-rank talisman master, could provide some auxiliary battle support.

In recent years, the Maple Leaf Huang Family hadn’t launched a major offensive, partly to recover their strength and partly to wait out the old second-rank spirit beast of the Mu Family.

...

Two years later, approaching seventy, Lan Changʼan decisively gave up on Chen Fuhai and sought new partners for alchemy.

This time, he planned to implement a different strategy.

He would have Zhao Siyao act as a partner cultivator in refining the Foundation Establishment Pill.

On the surface, they would cooperate in the pill refinement, but in reality, all the Foundation Establishment Pills would belong to Lan Changʼan.

This plan maximized his benefits. Even if there were some minor flaws, he could still expect to acquire two or more Foundation Establishment Pills.

Footnotes:

[1] The phrase ʼ雪中送炭ʼ(xuě zhōng sòng tàn) is a Chinese idiom that literally translates to ʼsending charcoal in snowy weather.ʼ It figuratively means providing timely help or assistance in someoneʼs hour of need.

[2-IMPORTANT] The phrase ʼ古稀之年ʼ(gǔ xī zhī nián) is a Chinese expression that refers to a personʼs seventieth year of age. It carries the connotation of reaching an advanced stage of life, often with the implication of wisdom and experience accumulated over the years. Keep this in mind, as it will start being used frequently in a few chapters.