Longevity: Starting from Refining Gu-Chapter 205 - 136: Feather Transformation Immortal Tree

Chapter 205: Chapter 136: Feather Transformation Immortal Tree

A month’s time flew by.

Chen Qing received a message from Mei Zuochen yesterday. Today at noon, after finishing his cultivation, he waited by the door.

As he approached the city gate, Chen Qing saw a particularly unruly Foundation Establishment sword cultivator in the tavern ahead, singing while plucking his sword.

He raised a wine jug high, the wine cascading into his mouth like a waterfall.

“I have idly practiced swordsmanship for sixty years, drinking without slaughtering demons or monsters.”

“Today, I’ll sharpen my blade for you, ready to ask who stands as number one.”

His long hair flowed unrestrained, exuding the manner of a sword hero.

When Chen Qing arrived at this spot, upon hearing these words, he clearly understood their meaning.

The doggerel made it clear; this sword did not seek demonic slaughter but came to this city to ask who’s the top.

Upon realizing Chen Qing had noticed, Yuan Wujue quickly reported, “This person is a sword cultivator from the Nanyang Sword Pavilion. He said he came to Jiuhe City to buy wine, so it was hard to stop him.”

Chen Qing nodded slightly and swept a hand over the White Tiger insignia on his cloak, quickly stepping in front of the Foundation Establishment sword cultivator.

With a sidelong glance, he saw thick calluses at the base of the other’s thumbs, indicating a master who had practiced swordsmanship for years.

He seemed about thirty years old, but in the Foundation Establishment stage, age was indiscernible; he could be fifty.

However, he was certainly not sixty.

Chen Qing calmly sat down, and the shopkeeper soon placed a wine bowl on the table. Chen Qing picked up the wine jug from the table, poured a bowl, and drank.

It was sweet to the taste with a hint of fruit, a new spirit fruit wine, more beneficial for cultivation than the Spiritual Ginseng Wine.

Seeing Chen Qing drink his wine, the sword cultivator cursed, “Hey, brother, this fine wine costs thirty spirit stones. That sip you took was worth five low-grade spirit stones!”

Chen Qing couldn’t be bothered with nonsense; he was busy day after day, earning fifty to sixty thousand low-grade spirit stones daily, with no time to fuss over such trifles.

“I’ll cover your drink bill.”

The young sword cultivator asked suspiciously, “Are you serious?”

“Ask the shopkeeper.”

Seeing the shopkeeper nod toward him, the man perked up instantly, “Hahaha, good! Shopkeeper, bring ten more jars of fine wine!”

“If it’s free, I’ll drink my fill.”

Seeing the sword cultivator’s somewhat unscrupulous behavior, Chen Qing let it be. What’s a few spirit stones, anyway?

“You’re a skilled cultivator; what brings you to Jiuhe City?”

The sword cultivator replied, “I’m Cao An Temple from the Nanyang Sword Pavilion. I heard an impressive figure emerged in Jiuhe City and came specifically to compete.”

Chen Qing said, “Haven’t heard of it.”

Cao An Temple laughed, “Precisely because the world doesn’t know my name, I’m here to challenge the renowned leader of the Xuan Bird’s Tiger Group.”

“Of course, it’s also because I traveled too fast, defeating many Foundation Establishment cultivators along the way without a single loss, that I arrived here.”

“In a few days, you’ll hear of my fame.”

“Do you have word of Qingxu?”

Chen Qing said, “I heard he was invited by the Dragon Horse Tribe to intimidate other tribes. You’ll have to wait a few days for his return.”

Cao An Temple laughed, “If it were anyone else, I’d be too lazy to wait, but since it’s the leader of the Xuan Bird Tribe’s Tigers, I have to.”

Chen Qing asked, “Have you practiced the sword for sixty years?”

Cao An Temple replied, “Ordinary people practice with one hand, but not me. I train my sword with both left and right hands.”

“Thirty years of summer and winter, naturally totaling sixty years of skill!”

Chen Qing’s gaze shifted to Cao An Temple’s long sword, which had a spirit Gu.

[Spirit Sword·Flying Rainbow]

It had reached the Butterfly Transformation Ninth Transformation, with promotion requirements: defeating thirteen consecutive Foundation Establishments in sword challenges (eleven achieved).

It wasn’t just boasting; he truly had some skill.

He came here to promote his spirit sword to the Harmonization stage.

Like him, both were at the early stage of Foundation Establishment; he had to admit, he had some ability.

Unfortunately, Chen Qing was not very interested.

Such flair was typical of those from powerful factions; Chen Qing, from humble beginnings, couldn’t play like the other.

Chen Qing stood up and declared loudly, “The tab for his stay here these days is on me.”

With that, Chen Qing left the tavern, heading to the city gate to welcome the people from Wuyou Mountain.

After Chen Qing left, Cao An Temple inquired, “Who’s that guy, acting so impressively?”

The shopkeeper, having heard Chen Qing and this person’s conversation before, casually replied, “That’s Wei Qingchen, Mr. Wei.”

Cao An Temple drank another jar of wine, growing a bit hesitant.

Was this person just Wei Qingchen, a subordinate of Qingxu?

If Wei Qingchen had such an oppressive force, what kind of formidable figure must Qingxu be?

Was there truly such a strong early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator in the world?

After drinking another jar of wine, he let his mind drift, “Sixty years of sword Dao, where trees and weeds become swords. How could one not have a blistering duel?”

“If this sword intent can’t be unleashed, it can’t be considered Harmonization.”

“Hahaha, good wine! Shopkeeper, bring me another bowl!”

“Burning the zither to cook the crane, even when drunk, one might draw a sword. What joy!”

Outside the Jiuhe City gate, Chen Qing rode a Mutant Blood Horse and saw Mei Zuochen leading dozens of people toward him from afar.

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Chen Qing spurred his horse forward, dismounted, and gave Ye Yuntian a bear hug, “Hahaha, with Brother Ye here to help me, what is there to fear?”

He glanced around, “Where’s the Mountain Master?”

Gongsun Xiu stepped forward and said, “The Mountain Master said that even a cunning rabbit has three burrows. In case of failure, we still have a chance to start over at Wuyou Mountain.”

Chen Qing then revealed a smile, looking around carefully at his senior brothers, but he did not see Yu Qingshuang’s figure.