Longevity: Starting from Refining Gu

After the gathering ended, Chen Qing lay on the bed, pondering how to subdue this group of Qilins.

It wasn't long before he heard a knock on the door.

Three long, two short.

Chen Qing said coldly, "Come in!"

Zuo Chuan gently pushed the door open, closed it behind, and delivered a letter to Chen Qing.

"Lord Wei, Miss Sisi has sent a letter."

Chen Qing opened the envelope, and with just a glance, he was overjoyed.

"With Sisi's planning, this matter will surely succeed, much better than those so-called monks."

In three days, a Prince from Li Country would come to Qilin Temple to meet Chen Qing.

The news spread quickly, and hearing it, Qitian Feng and Nie Fei immediately felt urgency.

Letting things drag on did them no good.

But two days later, while Chen Qing was strolling in Qilin Temple with Qitian Feng, someone came to deliver a letter.

"Lord Wei, this is a letter from the Princely Heir of Li Country to you."

Qitian Feng's expression visibly tightened. Chen Qing reached out to receive it but did not open it.

Instead, he handed it to Qitian Feng, "Please take a look for me, Temple Master."

Qitian Feng opened the envelope and saw that, apart from the Princely Heir's seal, there was only one sentence:

"Honorable Lord Wei, many within Qilin Temple are plotting to seize the throne; be wary."

Qitian Feng's face slightly darkened, his wrist subtly trembling.

Seeing Qitian Feng's expression, Chen Qing felt assured; he casually conjured a flame and burned the letter in Qitian Feng's hand.

"Descend the mountain tomorrow, Temple Master, make your decision early!"

With that, Chen Qing turned and left.

Qitian Feng held the burning letter, allowing the flames to lick his fingers.

Only when the letter was completely ashes did he return to his senses.

He stood with his hands behind his back, wandering around the mountain.

After pacing for three full hours, he smiled sorrowfully, "So, the Miao God had chosen for me long ago."

He shook his head, softly urged in a Dao tone, "Pack up, we follow Lord Wei down the mountain tomorrow."

The next day, when Chen Qing descended the mountain, his entourage had gained sixteen Qilins.

The next destination was Ye Country.

Chen Qing had long wanted to visit Ye Country.

It was only because of the distance that he was going now.

On this day, as Chen Qing traveled between the mountains, endless rain clouds gathered ahead.

Such things were no issue for a cultivator.

With closed eyes sensing, the surroundings had been long parched, so Chen Qing did not order to scatter the rain; everyone advanced soaking in the downpour.

After traveling just a few dozen feet, Chen Qing suddenly sensed unusual movement ahead.

Inside the carriage, Chen Qing heard the sound of tides surging in all directions.

Reaching out to lift the curtain, he saw that the surroundings had become a land of water and seas.

Great rivers stretched across the sky, flowing horizontally through the lands.

The sky seemed to have a crack, with nine celestial rivers breaking through the clouds, descending from the heavens.

Chen Qing stepped out of the carriage, now alone, with only the two dragon horses hauling the carriage by his side.

The dragon horses pulled the carriage, galloping wildly through the river, treading waves as they went.

Standing on the carriage shaft, Chen Qing looked forward, faint cyan divine light shimmering within the continuous water screen.

"Who goes there?"

The water screen parted, revealing a person holding a Bishui Sword, stepping out.

This person wore a blue robe adorned with dragon whales and a White Tiger.

The White Tiger above, the Dragon Whale below.

Appearing around thirty years old, he admittedly had an imposing presence.

This attire allowed Chen Qing to distinguish his identity, "From the Water Country royal family?"

The newcomer softly spoke, "I am Lan Fu, the Princely Heir of Water Country, coming as the national fortune approaches its end, to plead with Lord Wei to grant Water Country the opportunity to extend its reign by another thousand years."

Chen Qing carefully examined his surroundings, "Is this a dream?"

Lan Fu nodded and said, "It is a dream."

"Water Country, having been granted the Miao God's blessing, has enjoyed a reign of 8,600 years, now with merely sixty years remaining."

"I implore Lord Wei's assistance, that my Water Country's reign may continue for a millennium!"

Chen Qing asked puzzledly, "How can I help you?"

Lan Fu smiled and said, "It's simple, just need Lord Wei to commit self-sacrifice and leave a letter, thereby passing the throne to my only son!"

"My son, Lan Jingtian, can thus defeat Ji Dang, and the reign will extend a thousand years."

Chen Qing laughed, "Your request is not excessive at all, is it?"

Lan Fu replied, "Should Lord Wei agree, I am willing to honor Wushang as Regent King of Water Country!"

Is this a joke for fools?

Chen Qing said seriously, "What if I refuse?"

Lan Fu brushed his hand over the sword, "Then I'll have no choice but to invite Lord Wei to meet death!"

Chen Qing thought that causing trouble in a dream, you truly struck at the core.

Chen Qing turned, looked to his side, and indeed, there was a purple gate.

At seeing this gate, Chen Qing felt a strange feeling, as if this gate was his true self.

His true form was a gate.

At that moment, he felt like he was looking in a mirror.

Even though Chen Qing didn't understand the exact role of dreams in the void,

he knew that dreams were a bridge between the void and reality.

In essence, dreams were the place closest to the void.

Chen Qing reached out, pushed the door open, revealing the purple gate.

In that instant, the world changed, and everything flew like swords across the sky.

It cut open the nine rivers hanging down from the sky, water drops turning into swords, arrayed between heaven and earth.

Suddenly the purple gate expanded, a golden chariot flew out, and Nine-headed Lions rushed forth.

A cold, indifferent voice came from the chariot, "Three souls and seven spirits, yet only one soul appeared?"

"Not enough!"

"Needs a soul and a spirit for you to truly become foolish!"

The car's curtain lifted, and a jade hand glowing with cyan divine light reached out, crossing 108,000 miles in an instant, capturing another Lan Fu out of thin air!

At this point, how could Lan Fu not realize he'd committed a grave mistake!

"Sword Travel Palace!"

A resonant Dao voice echoed from the chariot, "The Sword Travel among the Three Thousand Void vanquishes enemies in an instant!"

"Supreme Limitless, Extreme Self Sword Slash!"

Everything in the universe fragmented at that moment; Lan Fu's two incarnations, wrought from a soul and a spirit, were shattered in an instant.

Along with them, shattered was this realm.

Everything crumbled, leaving only the sword shadows amidst the torrents.

Such divine power moved Chen Qing deeply.

From the golden chariot, divine light rippled, stirring waves radiating outward.

Chen Qing stood tall and asked, "Could you teach me the Great Dream Heart Scripture?"

The Nine-headed Lions returned, and the chariot stopped before Chen Qing.

"The time has not come."

Chen Qing argued, "I may not use it, but I cannot do without it!"

The jade hand glowing with cyan divine light touched his forehead, gently brushing.

"The Big Dream Gu, seek it yourself!"

"A word of caution, this skill, unless you are unrivaled, should not be demonstrated in the great world."

"In the Death Realm, use it sparingly."

Chen Qing awoke, startled, events like a dream, yet never seemed to have occurred.

But he clearly remembered the Great Dream Heart Scripture.

Immortal Technique, Great Dream Heart Scripture.

In the blink of an eye, the Dream Dragon Slaying Skill!

Unless truly unrivaled, do not wield it in the great world; it appeared intended for his contention in the Death Realm.

At this moment, Chen Qing finally felt the true heritage of the Great Sect.

This kind of Immortal Technique was utterly overwhelming against other magic.