I Shall Be Everlasting In the World of Immortals

Chapter 121: Breaking the Bank to Avert Calamity

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Upon seeing Chen Sheng, the steward Lan Lin suppressed her disgust.

“How may I address this esteemed senior?” She stepped forward and greeted the dark-skinned old man with a bow.

“My name is Zheng Wu. In the last two years, I moved my family to Apricot Villa. I heard that Wuqi Mountain has a second-rank formation master with exceptional abilities, so I came to seek assistance.” The dark-skinned old man squeezed out a smile, though it looked somewhat awkward alongside his fierce visage.

“Apricot Villa?” Hearing this, Lan Lin couldnʼt help but glance at Chen Sheng.

Apricot Villa was originally the spiritual vein residence of Chen Shengʼs family, which had been mortgaged and sold decades ago.

“Senior Zheng, please follow me.” Lan Lin led the way to Xiao Pan Peak and negotiated with those inside.

“Chen Sheng, stop bothering me.”

A displeased voice emerged as a tall, elegant woman stepped out from the cave mansion on Xiao Pan Peak.

Zheng Wu frowned slightly and glanced at Chen Sheng.
Chen Sheng coughed lightly, with an awkward smile:

“Manrong, this time I’m here to introduce some business. This is Fellow Daoist Zheng Wu, the new owner of Apricot Villa and the patriarch of the Zheng Family.”

Hearing the words ”Apricot Villa,” Shi Manrong paused, feeling a mix of emotions. She had been raised by the Chen Family since childhood, growing up there, learning formations, and eventually marrying there too.

“So, it’s Fellow Daoist Zheng. Please come in and discuss.” Shi Manrong gracefully raised her hand and opened the formation.

Chen Sheng beamed and followed Zheng Wu into Xiao Pan Peak.

...

At Little Turtle Peak, Lan Changʼan finished his daily cultivation and talisman nurturing.

He exited his cave mansion to check the growth of spiritual trees and herbs on the mountain.

Twenty years ago, when he first moved to Little Turtle Peak, Lan Changʼan planted many spiritual herb seeds and saplings of spiritual trees. The older these spiritual trees and herbs grew, the more valuable they became.

“Senior Brother Lan, Chen Sheng the scoundrel is here again, bringing a fierce-looking Foundation Establishment cultivator to ask for Fairy Shi’s help.” Whenever Chen Sheng came, Guan Qiaozhi would always report.

Lan Changʼan nodded but paid it no mind; it didnʼt sound like Chen Sheng was looking for him.

Half an hour later, Chen Sheng and the dark-skinned old man named Zheng Wu left Xiao Pan Peak.

“My ex-wife’s formation plan must have satisfied you, old brother Zheng? As for this little brotherʼs reward...” Chen Sheng asked with a flattering smile.

“Hmm.”

Zheng Wu hummed softly and casually threw him a small bag of spirit stones.

Chen Sheng checked it and his face darkened. Inside were only a dozen or so spirit stones and some unformed spirit sand that hadnʼt formed into blocks.

“I heard there’s also a second-rank alchemist and talisman master on Wuqi Mountain. Could Brother Chen introduce them?” Zheng Wu’s long, narrow eyes narrowed slightly.

...

“Huh! This person...”

On Little Turtle Peak, Lan Changʼan casually glanced at the flying figures of Chen Sheng and the dark-skinned old man.

His gaze fixed on the sturdy, dark-skinned old man.

Although much older and with most of his facial scars healed, Lan Changʼan still recognized his identity.

“Senior Brother Lan, do you know that Foundation Establishment elder?” Guan Qiaozhi noticed his expression.

“Hmm, this person is nicknamed ‘Zheng Wugong(Centipede),’ once a ninth layer Qi-Refining elder of the Zheng Family on Bamboo Leaf Mountain.” Lan Changʼan’s face showed surprise.

Decades ago, Zheng Wugong had led a team to intercept and kill their group of immortal seedlings at Lake Feiyue. Later, the Zheng Family’s Bamboo Leaf Mountain was attacked by the Mu Family and they chose to submit to the Maple Leaf Huang Family.

As the only remaining ninth layer Qi-Refining cultivator, Zheng Wugong took a branch of his family and relocated.

At that time, to ensure their safe migration, Zheng Wugong even pleaded with the Beast Taming Zhou Family, gaining their promise that the Mu and Huang families would not wipe out every last one of the Zheng Family cultivators.

During their journey, Lan Changʼan bumped into them and killed the Zheng Family’s ugly woman in passing to avenge himself.

“Bamboo Leaf Mountain Zheng Family? The current Bamboo Leaf Mountain Market Town?” Guan Qiaozhi realized.

Watching Zheng Wugong and Chen Sheng leave, Lan Changʼan fell into contemplation, feeling slightly conflicted.

There wasn’t a deep-seated hatred between him and Zheng Wugong. They had never met directly and had no personal grudges or conflicting interests. In the early years, Zheng Wugong might not have even remembered someone like him.

But to say there was no enmity...

Zheng Wugong had once led a team to intercept and kill immortal seedlings, posing a threat to him. At that time, Lan Changʼan was only at the first layer of Qi-Refining, his most vulnerable stage.

“Qiaozhi, go out and gather information about Zheng Wugong.”

Lan Changʼan instructed.

“Yes, Senior Brother Lan.” Guan Qiaozhi flew out of Little Turtle Peak.

Apart from the three main peaks, there were some loose cultivators attached to Wuqi Mountain, who earned their right to cultivate on the mountain by serving the three main peaks. Some of these people had relatively well-informed sources.

An hour later, Guan Qiaozhi returned with general information.

“Chen Sheng’s former second-rank spiritual vein family residence was bought by the Zheng Family two years ago after the mortgage expired…”

Lan Changʼan understood the cause and effect.

The branch of the Zheng Family that Zheng Wugong had taken away had persevered through arduous struggle and successfully maintained their lineage.

Lan Changʼan suspected that Zheng Wugong had carried some precious resources hidden by the Zheng Family when he left, allowing him to establish himself upon arrival. As long as a Foundation Establishment cultivator emerged from that branch, they would eventually rise again.

Judging from the energy fluctuations just now, Zheng Wugong had a Foundation Establishment third-level cultivation, stagnating at this bottleneck for a long time.

He probably reached the Foundation Establishment stage decades ago and only recently led his family to find a new spiritual vein field.

...

A few days later.

A ray of light swiftly returned to Wuqi Mountain. The sturdy, dark-skinned old man flew to the front of Little Turtle Peak.

“Zheng Wu from the former Bamboo Leaf Mountain Zheng Family comes to visit Talisman Master Lan.” Zheng Wugong’s voice was deep and solemn.

After waiting for about ten breaths.

“Senior Zheng, my master invites you in.” A beautiful young woman in a dress came to greet him.

Being a Foundation Establishment cultivator and head of his family, it was somewhat dismissive for Lan Changʼan to only send a maid over to greet Zheng Wugong.

“Please lead the way, miss.”

Zheng Wugong remained calm, speaking politely without showing displeasure.

Entering the main hall of the cave mansion.

A gentle and serene man in white appeared in his sight.

“Fellow Daoist Zheng, I have longed to meet you since my youth, but today is the first time weʼve crossed paths.” Lan Changʼan said with a smile.

“You flatter me, Fellow Daoist Lan! Your inspirational reputation precedes you.” Zheng Wugong returned the greeting, cupping his hands respectfully.

Lan Changʼan returned the salute and invited his guest to sit.

Sitting in the lower seat, Zheng Wugong felt complex emotions. Decades ago, at Lake Feiyue, he had only glanced at Lan Changʼan during the interception of those immortal seedlings.

At that time, Lan Changʼan, with his first layer Qi-Refining cultivation, had killed a new third layer Qi-Refining member of their family.

Later, the ugly woman Zheng Feng harbored a grudge against Lan Changʼan for many years, and he had only heard his name in passing. To him, Lan Changʼan had been nothing more than an insignificant nobody.

A few days ago, he followed Chen Sheng’s guidance to seek formation assistance on Wuqi Mountain. Afterwards, Chen Sheng informed him about the other two peak masters of Wuqi Mountain.

It wasnʼt until halfway home, as he dredged through scraps of memory, that he finally confirmed the identity of this Talisman Master Lan.

...

Lan Changʼan and Zheng Wugong chatted for a while, learning about the Zheng Family’s current situation. The Zheng Family had just moved to Apricot Villa and was not as strong as they were at their peak on Bamboo Leaf Mountain.

“Fellow Daoist Lan, this is a small token from me.” Zheng Wugong forced a smile, presenting a bag of spirit stones.

“If I have offended you in any way in the past, I hope you will not hold it against me.”

Lan Changʼan accepted the spirit stones, his spiritual sense scanning them, finding a thousand spirit stones.

“Fellow Daoist Zheng, you’re too kind.” Lan Changʼan put away the spirit stones, easing the atmosphere.

“There’s no personal grievances between us. Moreover, I have long left the Mu Family of Lake Feiyue, and we no longer have opposing stances.”

“Fellow Daoist Zheng can ask around, when had this humble one ever been irreconcilably hostile toward anyone?”

“Fellow Daoist Lan, your magnanimity is well-known.” Zheng Wugong praised loudly, secretly wondering: if not you then who killed Zheng Feng and her brother on the road back then?

The ugly woman Zheng Feng had only one life-and-death enemy over the years, and that was Lan Changʼan.

Decades ago, it was just speculation, not certain. But judging Lan Changʼan’s current achievements, it showed that he had hidden himself deeply in his youth, yet avenged every wrong.

Zheng Wugong came to apologize, partly because of this.

The Zheng Family had just moved to Apricot Villa, with an unstable foundation and unfinished clan-protecting formation. He didn’t want to offend a Foundation Establishment loose cultivator with formidable strength and connections.

Lan Changʼan had no external combat achievements since Foundation Establishment. But as a second-rank talisman master with a second-rank spirit beast, he was far from ordinary.

Back then, he had already been hiding himself so deeply. How much more formidable was he now, with the full extent of his power unknown?

Fierce as Zheng Wugong was, for the sake of his newly established family, he could only apologize and expend his fortune to resolve the enmity.

...

After half an hour of chatting, Zheng Wugong took his leave.

Lan Changʼan personally escorted him out.

Previously, when Zheng Wugong came to his door, he had purposely been dismissive towards him by having his concubine receive him. This was to secretly observe the manʼs expressions and gauge any signs of resentment or dissatisfaction.

At the cave entrance.

Zheng Wugong thought of something and asked, “By the way, Fellow Daoist Lan, that Fellow Daoist Chen said you two are sworn brothers. Is this true?”

Sworn brothers?

Lan Changʼan’s face twitched slightly, feeling both amused and annoyed:

“Thereʼs no such thing, this person is despised by everyone on Wuqi Mountain.”

After a momentʼs thought, Lan Changʼan figured Zheng Wugong’s question must have another purpose.

“What, did Chen Sheng offend Fellow Daoist Zheng?”

“Itʼs not that serious.” Zheng Wugong laughed.

“Because my Zheng Family’s current residence, Apricot Villa, was once the Chen Family’s territory. There are some historical properties around the manor that are disputed with Fellow Daoist Chen.”

Lan Changʼan immediately understood: Chen Sheng saw the Zheng Family as newcomers with an unstable foundation and wanted to extort them.

Zheng Wugong lacked local connections and was wary of Chen Sheng, so he was avoiding direct conflict.

“Fellow Daoist Zheng, if he’s being unreasonable, you don’t need to consider my or Fairy Shi’s face.” Lan Changʼan responded.

“Thank you for the advice, Fellow Daoist Lan.”

Zheng Wugong cupped his hands and left, a cold gleam flashing in his eyes.

Lan Changʼan watched his departing figure, pondering.

“I still need to observe a bit more.” Just now, Zheng Wugong had apologized and spared no expense to make amends, proving himself to be sincere.

Lan Changʼan wasn’t the type to kill a thousand innocents for a single mistake. For the time being, he considered the enmity resolved temporarily. Only after several decades passed with Zheng Wugong showing no further hostility or suspicious behavior, could it truly be considered closed.

...

The day after Zheng Wugong left, Fairy Shi from Xiao Pan Peak gracefully descended.

“Fellow Daoist Lan, I have a few questions for you.”

“Thereʼs no need for us to go to your cave mansion.”

Shi Manrong, in a plain dress, smiled reservedly and elegantly raised her hand to set up a soundproof barrier.

“What does Fairy Shi wish to ask?” Lan Changʼan remained calm.

It had been a year since Shi Manrong had lost part of her memory. It was unknown what she had recalled or what information she had surmised.

“Before I fell unconscious, did I mention any cave or ruins to you?”

“No.” Lan Changʼan responded indifferently.

Before losing her memory, Shi Manrong was willing to cooperate with him to explore the ancient ruin, but now she might not be. Besides, he didn’t know the exact location of the ancient ruin.

Shi Manrong rubbed her brow, her mind containing only fragmented information about the ancient ruin.

“Are we really just ordinary friends?”

“Yes.”

“Then why did I leave a letter before I passed out, asking to give part of my inheritance to Fellow Daoist Lan after my death?” Shi Manrong stared at Lan Changʼan’s face with clear, calm eyes.

Lan Changʼan blinked, his expression one of surprise.