The Quest for Immortality

Even if he spoke up, others would ignore him. After all, in terms of background origin, Taoist inheritance, and cultivation, he was not as good as others. .

Tall Fan Jin stood among the crowd, yet felt he was half a head shorter than everyone else.

But he didn’t want to give up; the opportunity was only this one time.

Once the mission to destroy the Demon Sect was over, no matter the result, there might never be such a large formation, with so many Golden Core cultivators present.

Even if there were, he might not qualify to participate.

Fan Jin, with his vigilant demeanor, glanced around at the passing cultivators, trying to find someone with a lower status, who looked amiable and approachable, so he could strike a conversation and build some connections.

Looking around, he finally found someone.

Young, looking tender, weak blood qi, with low spiritual power, following behind a group of elders, seemingly like a ”tagalong.”

Most importantly, he had a handsome appearance, clear eyes, and a friendly and charming smile, seemingly easy to talk to at first glance.

The only problem was, he was only at the Foundation Establishment stage.

But Foundation Establishment it was; he couldn’t speak with the Golden Cores anyway.

Moreover, he was wearing a Taoist robe from the Taixu Sect, probably a disciple of Taixu Sect, and maybe through him, Fan Jin could connect with the sect elders behind him.

The avenues of such a great sect, even if just a few words exchanged, names swapped, could sometimes be very useful.

Even if not, just mentioning it carried some face.

Fan Jin stealthily moved in front of Mo Hua.

Mo Hua, who was observing the surrounding mountains, also noticed this peculiar Golden Core steward, turned his head curiously to look at him, not knowing what he wanted to do.

Fan Jin braced himself and cupped his hands, saying:

”I am Fan Jin, serving humbly as a steward of the Taoist Court. Little brother, you are... a disciple of the Taixu Sect, right?”

Mo Hua glanced at his own Taoist robe of the Taixu Sect, thought he was stating the obvious, nodded and asked:

”Is there something you need?”

Fan Jin was immediately stuck.

Is there something?

He actually didn’t have anything in mind...

Just wanted to chat, to establish some connections, see if he could mingle and build some network.

He didn’t know this little brother, didn’t know his name, what he liked, nor what to talk about.

He had the heart to progress, but after taking the first step, he suddenly didn’t know how to proceed.

Mo Hua contemplated for a moment.

Fan Jin...

The name seemed familiar to him.

”Do you know Uncle Gu?” Mo Hua asked him.

Fan Jin was stunned, ”Uncle Gu?”

”Gu Changhuai,” Mo Hua said.

Fan Jin nodded repeatedly, ”Of course, of course, Gu Changhuai, Supervisor Gu, I was temporarily seconded to the Qian Learning state boundary and always worked together with Supervisor Gu, receiving a lot of guidance from him.” ŗΆ𐌽ỖᛒËṥ

Fan Jin let out a long breath in his heart.

This connection inexplicably continued, but he never expected it to be connected through the always impartial and stern Supervisor Gu.

Mo Hua also nodded slightly.

He remembered now, there was indeed such a supervisor.

At that time, when he used the token to inform the Demon Sect to ”cease operation due to an insider,” this Master Fan was acting together with Uncle Gu.

Counting it, he had saved his life once.

”Little brother, are you from the Gu Family?” Fan Jin asked quietly.

Mo Hua shook his head, ”My surname is Mo.”

Surname Mo...

Fan Jin felt a bit unfamiliar; in his impression, around the Qian Learning state boundary, there didn’t seem to be a family with the surname ”Mo.”

However, this also verified his judgment.

”Could it be... little brother is not a noble family’s son?” Fan Jin asked.

Mo Hua asked him, ”How do you know?”

Fan Jin whispered: ”Pardon me, little brother, it’s not that I’m boasting, I have a fair eye for people.”

He glanced at Mo Hua, ”Your blood qi is weak; in your younger years, you must have lacked spiritual objects for nurturing. Your spiritual power is weak, your spiritual root must be average. This signifies that you aren’t from a prominent family or large clan.”

”Your admittance to the Taixu Sect is likely another fortuitous chance.”

”But then,” Fan Jin shook his head and sighed, ”within the sect, you’re probably not very valued, reduced to running errands for the elders, serving tea and water, otherwise by now, you would show signs of nurturing your own Magical Treasure.”

Mo Hua was silent for a moment, then nodded, ”You have a good eye for people.”

”Isn’t it?” Fan Jin sighed, ”To be honest, we are quite similar, both from the bottom level, trying to make a name and career for ourselves, it’s really tough.”

Mo Hua asked: ”Are you from a small family?”

”Exactly,” Fan Jin nodded, ”The Fan family of Solitary Mountain City, a third-grade small family, but that’s in the past, and now it’s in decline, the family members scattered, I am pretty much alone too.”

”Solitary Mountain City?” Mo Hua was taken aback.

He hadn’t expected that this Fan Jin would be from Solitary Mountain City.

”Little brother, you know Solitary Mountain City?” Fan Jin asked.

”Yes.” Mo Hua nodded, ”I know Master Gu from the Gushan Refining Workshop.”

Fan Jin was very surprised, ”You know Master Gu too?”

”You know Master Gu too?”

Fan Jin said: ”I’ve drunk with Master Gu a few times, quite familiar, and years ago, it was me who helped handle the contracts for their refinery shop.”

Fan Jin didn’t expect that he just chanced the conversation, and unexpectedly built a connection, and this connection, was growing more and more.

Fan Jin became more intimate and enthusiastic towards Mo Hua.

”When you have the time to visit Solitary Mountain City, I’ll definitely treat you well, little brother!”

”Sure!” Mo Hua agreed straightforwardly.

Fan Jin suddenly remembered something, shook his head, ”No, it’s better not to go to Solitary Mountain City, when I can be transferred to Qianxue state boundary, or another surrounding state boundary as a steward, I will hold a banquet to invite you, little brother.”

Mo Hua was taken aback, and then his eyes flickered slightly, ”Does Master Fan not wish to stay in Solitary Mountain City?”