I Shall Be Everlasting In the World of Immortals

Chapter 210: The Mysterious Gourd Vine

”Little thief! How dare you—”

Tan Immortal roared sternly, having his guard up against Lan Changʼan.

Lan Changʼan had previously used a needle-shaped talismanic treasure to kill Hu Immortal, its power rivaling that of a Fake Dan level. It was perfect for unexpected sneak attacks.

However, if used in direct confrontation or against a prepared target, its threat to a Fake Dan cultivator was not significant. Let alone someone as powerful as Tan Immortal, who was at the peak of Fake Dan.

As Tan Immortal flew towards the treasure vault space, he immediately activated a protective barrier around his body, wary of the needle-shaped talismanic treasure.

In his eyes, Lan Changʼan was a sinister schemer.

He was like a turtle shell—hard to crack, always launching sneak attacks when least expected.

Yet this time, Lan Changʼanʼs attack completely exceeded his expectations.

Like a wild beast, he charged head-on.
Whoosh!

A black shadow flashed across the field of vision. Lan Changʼanʼs speed was even faster than that of a Fake Dan cultivator. A fierce wind surged as his legs flickered with a blue glow.

His figure seemed to grow slightly taller, exuding the oppressive pressure of a ferocious beastʼs blood and Qi. In the blink of an eye, he was right in front of Tan Immortal.

”Your Excellency Tan Immortal, you are a Fake Dan Immortal, can you receive a strike from me?”

With a swift motion, Lan Changʼan wielded the black-gold scimitar that exuded magic treasure level spirituality as a melee weapon, and with the addition of Evergreen Mana under the weight of terrifying strength and speed, he slashed out with a sword that was as powerful as a thunderbolt.

In an instant, the dazzling crescent-shaped blade light filled Tan Immortalʼs pupils.

Boom! Crack!

The protective barrier, which he had confidently believed could withstand the talismanic treasure, trembled violently. The spiritual light rapidly dimmed before splitting open with a crack.

”You—”

Tan Immortalʼs face showed shock as the powerful impact churned his blood and Qi, sending him flying backward towards the ground.

”Terrifying!”

The two late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators flying towards the formation gate couldnʼt help but feel their scalps tingle.

”A single strike pushed back a Fake Dan cultivator? Could Lan Changʼan be a genius of this era?”

The young man with a high nose bridge, at the peak of Foundation Establishment, broke out in cold sweat. He had dared to attack such a figure earlier.

Lady Wei, both astonished and secretly relieved, she was secretly glad that she had luckily avoided clashing with Lan Changʼan before.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The two late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators didnʼt dare linger. Without looking back, they seized the opportunity to fly through the rapidly closing formation gate.

Both hoped that Lan Changʼan and Tan Immortal would engage in a prolonged battle, buying them more time to take the treasure.

...

”Lan Changʼan, youʼve hidden so deeply. Who would have thought that a mere ʼTurtle Talisman Masterʼ could cultivate his body to the level of quasi-third-rank?”

Tan Immortal growled, blue light surging from his body like a torrent as his large figure suddenly froze in midair.

Buzz!

He spat out the black ruler magical treasure from his mouth, which rapidly expanded to over ten zhang in length, condensing vast blue radiance. The ruler came crashing down towards Lan Changʼan with the force of a thunderclap.

At the same time, Tan Immortal summoned a black iron shield, a supreme-grade magical weapon, to defend against any further sneak attacks from Lan Changʼan.

”Heh, without some means of self-preservation, how could I live up to the title of ʼTurtle Talisman Masterʼ?”

Lan Changʼan chuckled lightly.

Seeing the enormous magical treasure ruler crashing down, his legs stirred up a gust of wind, and his figure blurred like a phantom as he swiftly retreated.

While retreating, he swung his black-gold scimitar to meet the ruler head-on. However, after just one or two breaths, the scimitar dimmed and was forced to withdraw.

The difference between a magical treasure prototype and a genuine magical treasure, and between a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator and a Fake Dan cultivator, was not easily bridged.

Seizing the opportunity, Lan Changʼan retreated further out of the ruler’s range, using the ancient structures around him to constantly dodge and avoid battle.

If Tan Immortal had been an ordinary Fake Dan cultivator, Lan Changʼan wouldnʼt have minded relying on his body refinement and spell attainments to exchange a few more blows.

But this person was at the pinnacle of the Fake Dan realm. Engaging him head-on was unnecessary.

Most Fake Dan cultivators could only wield one magical treasure, but Tan Immortal could simultaneously control a supreme-grade magical weapon for defense.

”Lan Changʼan! Stop hiding like a coward! Weren’t you quite bold just now?”

”Do you dare to face me head-on?” Tan Immortal roared angrily as he chased after Lan Changʼan, wielding his magical treasure and magical weapon.

The embarrassing thing was—he couldnʼt catch up.

Lan Changʼan’s body refinement technique emphasized speed, and combined with his spell enhancement, he was just a bit faster than Tan Immortal.

In the air, Tan Immortal might still have a slim chance.

But near the ground, the complex ancient buildings formed natural barriers.

The materials used in these ancient ruins were extremely sturdy. Even a Immortal would struggle to casually destroy them.

”Tan Immortal, with your deep reserves of mana and your long-lasting energy as a Fake Dan Immortal, if you keep chasing me, you’ll eventually wear me out.”

Lan Changʼan laughed mockingly.

Tan Immortal hesitated. That made sense.

But something felt off. There was no reason for Lan Changʼan to be so kind as to remind him that.

Suddenly.

As Tan Immortal was flying, he stumbled, feeling his blood and Qi stagnate, and his mana become sluggish.

”Not good! When did I get poisoned?”

A trace of greenish-black blood appeared on his forehead, and his breathing became hot and painful, with a faint ache in his chest.

”That third-rank poison from the medicine vault... I wonder how much of its potency has been lost, but itʼs finally taking effect.”

Seeing this, Lan Changʼan sighed and shook his head.

If it hadnʼt been for the poisoning,

he wouldn’t have put on a show of ”heroism,” breaking through Tan Immortalʼs protective barrier with a direct strike.

It was during that brief close-range encounter that Lan Changʼan had secretly administered the poison.

Earlier, while selecting items in the medicine vault, he had acquired a black jar containing a colorless and odorless third-rank poison.

Though the potency of normal third-rank elixirs in the medicine vault had significantly diminished, Lan Changʼan had identified that the poison in this jar had retained more of its original potency compared to the other elixirs.

Over time, even poisons can degrade, resulting in unpredictable changes in toxicity.

Lan Changʼan could only speculate that it would be effective against a Fake Dan cultivator, to what extent, it needed to be proven in practice.

...

”Insidious little thief!”

Tan Immortal was livid. After confirming that he was poisoned, he suppressed his anger and refrained from pursuing Lan Changʼan further.

Earlier, when Lan Changʼan had charged at him head-on, he had thought they were going to have an honorable fight.

But just like with Hu Immortal, he had fallen into a trap again.

Whoosh!

Tan Immortal stepped on his escape light and turned to flee.

Silently circulating his mana, he tried to suppress the third-rank poison in his body.

”Somethingʼs wrong! The more I circulate my mana, the faster the poison spreads.”

The greenish-black blood patterns on Tan Immortalʼs face expanded further.

He quickly realized that he had been afflicted with a slow-acting poison. Initially subtle, it lay dormant in his body.

But once activated by their duel, it began to spread at an alarming rate.

Tan Immortal swallowed several antidote pills, but they had little effect.

His condition continued to deteriorate, with his blood vessels and internal organs gradually corroding.

A chill ran down Tan Immortalʼs spine. He suspected that he had been poisoned by a rare ancient poison, and only a specific third-rank antidote would be effective in neutralizing it.

”Hmm, this third-rank poison is quite effective.”

Lan Changʼan raised an eyebrow in surprise, following Tan Immortal from a distance.

Through practical use, he now understood the nature of the poison. If detected early in the latent stage, it could be expelled or isolated, leaving room for resistance.

At that time, Lan Changʼan had posed a direct threat to Tan Immortal, which had distracted the latter, preventing him from noticing the poison.

Tan Immortal found a corner to hide and tried to purge the poison from his system.

”Sit down and heal your wounds? How could it be that easy?”

Lan Changʼan sneered as his powerful spiritual sense easily located Tan Immortalʼs hiding place.

He didn’t need to take any direct action.

From a distance, Lan Changʼan controlled a puppet to harass Tan Immortal, preventing him from concentrating on detoxification.

If Tan Immortal retaliated with spells or magical treasures, it would only accelerate the spread of the poison.

Tan Immortal had no choice but to flee in embarrassment, using talismans to defend himself while constantly searching for new places to heal.

To avoid the risk of Tan Immortal retaliating desperately, Lan Changʼan didnʼt press too hard, instead focusing on harassment.

Before long, Tan Immortalʼs mana had weakened to the point where it was noticeably inferior to that of a typical Fake Dan cultivator.

”Not a threat anymore.”

Lan Changʼan smiled faintly. Even if Tan Immortal managed to detoxify himself, his strength would be greatly diminished.

Lan Changʼan then shifted his gaze toward the six-sided pavilion.

Above it, the hole in the seventh formation gate had already sealed up.

By now, Lan Changʼan had successfully poisoned and forced back Tan Immortal, which meant he had achieved his desired outcome.

...

After waiting for a while longer.

The blue crystal orb suspended above the six-sided pavilion flashed with spiritual light.

Buzz!

The hidden formation gate opened, and a beam of white light descended. A familiar, graceful figure emerged from within.

”Fellow Daoist Shi, how did it go?”

Lan Changʼan exhaled in relief as he looked at the joyful face of Fairy Shi.

”Fellow Daoist Lan, I entered a miniature secret space, and indeed, it was the secret treasure vault left behind by the near-ancient sect, Tinghai Pavilion.”

”The treasure vault contained some valuable items, but they were divided into different tiers. My token only allowed me to retrieve one item, and I couldnʼt access the highest-grade treasures...”

”Oh, was there anything inside that could help with Core Formation? What did you take?” Lan Changʼan inquired without suspicion.

”There was something that could aid in Core Formation. However, I chose a formation technique inheritance instead.”

As she spoke, Shi Manrong produced a jade slip.

”A formation inheritance?” Lan Changʼan was surprised.

”I made the right choice.” Shi Manrong smiled, explaining, ”This formation inheritance is among the best in the Liang Kingdomʼs cultivation world. With some study, I’m confident I can become a third-rank formation master at the peak of the Foundation Establishment Realm.”

”I see.”

Lan Changʼan nodded, understanding her reasoning. With her status, Shi Manrong had likely already prepared several resources for Core Formation. Once she became a third-rank formation master, obtaining Core Formation resources would become much easier.

At that point, her status and influence would rival that of a True Dan cultivator, surpassing that of a Fake Dan expert.

”Iʼll make a copy of this jade slip for you later, Fellow Daoist Lan. If you donʼt believe what Iʼve said, you’re welcome to search me.”

Shi Manrong spoke seriously.

”Thereʼs no need. Weʼve known each other for years, so thereʼs no need for such measures.”

Lan Changʼan chose to trust her.

The key point was that he had his own token—an ancient relic left behind by Tinghai Pavilion’s Nascent Soul True Monarch.

This token had been acquired with the help of Fairy Shi when she had broken through the restrictions.

Even if they ended up obtaining separate treasures, Lan Changʼan was fine with it.

”Hmm? Whereʼs Tan Immortal?”

Fairy Shi scanned the surroundings, looking surprised.

”Tan Immortal is currently detoxifying or preparing to break the formation and escape the ruins...”

Lan Changʼan briefly explained Tan Immortalʼs situation.

Fairy Shi’s expression was complex. Her clear eyes locked onto Lan Changʼan, and her body instinctively tensed up, as if preparing to step back.

”Fairy Shi, what is the meaning of this? Do you not trust me?”

”Fellow Daoist Lan has misunderstood.” Fairy Shi forced a smile. ”I’m just overwhelmed. I never expected that two Fake Dan experts would be defeated by your... brilliant strategies.”

”It was merely luck. The special environment here, combined with their overconfidence, worked in my favor.”

Lan Changʼan replied humbly.

”By the way, Iʼm heading into the treasure vault soon. Fairy Shi, please keep an eye on Tan Immortal for me. Iʼll have the Earth Burrowing Rat assist you.”

”I understand.”

Fairy Shi agreed readily.

By now, Tan Immortal was a defeated dog, no longer a serious threat.

...

Once everything was arranged, Lan Changʼan took out the dark gold token left behind by Tinghai Pavilionʼs Nascent Soul True Monarch.

Compared to the ancient bronze tokens that Shi Manrong and Hu Immortal had acquired, Lan Changʼanʼs token appeared of much higher quality.

”Fellow Daoist Lan, the hidden seventh formation gate is loosening further. A strong attack, near the level of a Fake Dan cultivator, should be enough to break through. Afterward, Iʼll help you cut off the trap formationʼs sensory nodes.”

Shi Manrong explained.

”Understood.”

Lan Changʼan soared into the air, summoning his black-gold scimitar, a magical treasure prototype.

Thanks to his powerful spiritual sense and the decades spent nourishing the magical treasure prototype with his mana, the cost of controlling it was much lower than for an ordinary late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Whoosh!

The black-gold scimitar slashed out a crescent blade, striking the flaw in the formation gate that Fairy Shi had indicated.

Boom!

Ripples of formation light appeared, then shattered, creating an even larger hole.

Fairy Shi then activated a superior-grade second-rank Restriction-Breaking Talisman to help Lan Changʼan sever the trap formationʼs sensory nodes.

What surprised her, however, was that the token in Lan Changʼanʼs hand did not emit the faint red light it had before.

”Just as I thought.”

Lan Changʼan remained calm as he passed through the hole in the formation gate. A white light enveloped his body, and his figure disappeared in an instant.

...

Lan Changʼan felt his body sink, a sensation akin to falling into an abyss.

”So much spiritual energy.”

In the next moment, he found himself in a miniature secret space spanning about a li in radius. In the center was an ancient, desolate garden from ancient times.

At the heart of the garden stood a spiritual well, several zhang in width, from which clear spiritual springs bubbled forth.

Radiating outward from the well were numerous stone platforms, totaling more than eighty.

Some of the platforms were covered by transparent barriers, with various items floating inside.

There were three circles of platforms.

The innermost circle had only four platforms.

The second circle had sixteen platforms.

The third circle had sixty-four platforms.

However, most of the platforms were without barriers and were completely empty.

Among the four platforms in the innermost circle, only one had a barrier.

The second and third circles had about a dozen platforms with items still encased within barriers.

According to Fairy Shi, her token had only allowed her to take one item from the third circle.

”Xuanmu Vine... Yin Yang Water... Superior Crystal Condensation Pills... Demonizing Mirror...”

Each platform had a brief description of the itemʼs name and its uses. Lan Changʼan quickly skimmed through, his eyes burning with desire.

Of the many treasures, what caught his attention the most were the ”Yin Yang Water” and the ”superior Crystal Condensation Pills,” both located within the second circle.

The platforms in the third circle contained ordinary treasures, Core Formation items, jade slips, and other items.

Taking a deep breath, Lan Changʼan approached a platform in the second circle. The one containing the superior Crystal Condensation Pills. His gaze landed on the jade bottle floating within the barrier.

The superior pills inside were a luxury that Lan Changʼan could barely dream of even after three lifetimes.

Not far from the platform stood another barrier containing a crystal bottle, within which black-and-white liquid beads swirled—a rare treasure of the heavens and earth, the Yin Yang Water.

The Yin Yang Water could help a cultivator dissolve their Fake Dan or True Dan, returning their mana to the Foundation Establishmentʼs liquid form.

This would allow for a second attempt at Core Formation, slightly improving the quality of the core.

”If I could obtain both the Yin Yang Water and the superior Crystal Condensation Pills, I’d have a real chance at forming the Immortal Golden Dan.”

Lan Changʼanʼs breathing became heavier as he circulated his Evergreen Technique to calm his mind.

At such a critical juncture, he had to remain steady and not let his guard down.

Communicating with the token in his hand, he quickly received a simple message.

”You can take one item from the first circle.”

”You can take two items from the second circle. And four items from the third...”

This was the method that Fairy Shi had figured out earlier.

To claim an item, one simply needed to touch the barrier with the token.

If the token wasnʼt compatible, the barrier would remain sealed, and the treasure would be inaccessible.

Anyone attempting to touch the barrier without a token would trigger the formationʼs attack.

The power of these formations was said to rival a Nascent Soul expertʼs strike.

According to Fairy Shi, the high-nosed youth at the peak of Foundation Establishment had been obliterated by the formation when he tried to take a treasure. Not even ashes remained of him.

Lan Changʼan didnʼt immediately claim a treasure. Instead, he scanned the miniature secret space and said lightly:

”Come out.”

”Senior Lan! This junior meant no offense, please show mercy.”

From behind an ancient tree a hundred zhang away, a long-haired, cold beauty dressed in a gauzy dress crawled out, appearing disheveled.

It was none other than Lady Wei, who had entered earlier.

”Why arenʼt you dead?” Lan Changʼanʼs tone was cold. He had little fondness for Wei, who practiced demonic cultivation.

”I... I canʼt get out! Without a token, Iʼm enduring immense pressure from this space. If I stay much longer, Iʼll explode.”

Lady Weiʼs face flushed red, drenched in cold sweat as she lay on the ground, struggling even to breathe.

”Why are you calling me Senior Lan?” Lan Changʼan frowned, his face thoughtful.

”My master once mentioned you in passing. He told me that if I ever encountered you, I must show respect.”

”Your master is Liang Shaotian?” Lan Changʼanʼs gaze sharpened. From her demonic cultivation, he could sense a similar aura, suggesting a shared lineage.

”Yes! Please... please show mercy, Senior... take me out of here. I’m willing to—”

Before she could finish, Lady Weiʼs eyes rolled back, and she fainted, blood trickling from her mouth and nose.

After a brief probe with his spiritual sense, Lan Changʼan approached.

After a momentʼs hesitation, he planted a restriction in her dantian.

Then, he took out the lowest quality second-rank protective talisman he had and slapped it on her face, conveniently covering her eyes.

”Letʼs see how your fate turns out.”

Lan Changʼan then returned to the first circle of platforms.

...

The tokenʼs feedback indicated that Lan Changʼan could only take one item from the platforms in the first circle.

However, only one platform in the entire circle had an item protected by a barrier.

And that was the legendary heaven-and-earth spiritual item, the Xuanmu Vine.

Inside the barrier lay a withered, yellowed vine planted in dull five-colored soil.

A hole in the platform next to the soil was continuously spraying spiritual spring water, nourishing the vine, but it seemed like it could no longer revive it.

The Xuanmu Vine had only a small remaining sliver of green, less than one-tenth of its total size.

Lan Changʼan also noticed a small, shriveled gourd fruit attached to one of its withered branches.

As he examined the vine, Lan Changʼan couldnʼt help but recall a previous transaction with Daoist Tianshu, where he had burned his lifespan to help sustain the vitality of a peachwood branch.

There was a faint similarity in the aura between the two, though there were some differences.

According to Daoist Tianshu, that peachwood branch had been one of the materials used in crafting the ”Nine-Five Supreme Treasure Dragon Artifacts,” a treasured artifact of the Great Jin Immortal Dynasty in the Fenghua Continent.

”Xuanmu Vine, obtained from a mysterious ancient cave dwelling. Said to be a companion vine from the beginning of the world...”

”Failed in nurturing the Xuantian Gourd. Over 90% of its life force is gone. Survival after transplantation is unlikely.”

The stone platform had a simple inscription carved into it.

”What is this ʼXuantian Gourdʼ?”

Even after three lifetimes of cultivation, Lan Changʼan had never heard of it.

”This withered Xuanmu Vine, even Tinghai Pavilion couldn’t save it. Though my Evergreen Technique is unique, reviving it as a wood-based magic treasure embryo would likely require an enormous price.”

Based on the information from the jade slip, Lan Changʼan estimated that Tinghai Pavilion’s strength far exceeded that of any Nascent Soul-level force in the vicinity of the Liang Kingdom.

In fact, the jade slip had mentioned that there were more than three Nascent Soul True Monarchs within Tinghai Pavilion alone.

If such a behemoth couldn’t save the vine, Lan Changʼan didn’t want to take the risk.

”Forget it, not worth it.”

Shaking his head, Lan Changʼan turned away and headed for the second circle of platforms.

Compared to the near-dead Xuanmu Vine, the Yin Yang Water and superior Crystal Condensation Pills were much safer bets.

Extra chap today, cause why not ;)