Longevity: Building A Tiandao Family From The World Of Cultivating Immortals

Hou Wu's face, sharp as a knife, smiled and said, "Lu Changfeng, what are you doing here?"

Lu Changfeng looked at Hou Wu for a moment, slightly surprised, and replied, "I came here to find someone, Lin Nan. You should know him! He's my neighbor, who went to the Black Cloud Mountains a few months ago to find a breakthrough in the second level of Qi Refining. He hasn't returned yet."

Hou Wu asked in confusion, "He has no blood relation to you, just an ordinary friend. Why are you looking for him? I remember his Dao companion is extremely beautiful, a peerless beauty. Did you seduce his Dao companion?"

Lu Changfeng chuckled, "Come on, if I seduced Bai Yuerou, why would I help her find her husband? My intentions are purely humanitarian."

"Alright, I'll ask around to see if anyone has seen him in the Black Cloud Mountains."

Hou Wu turned around and went into the crowd.

After half an incense stick's worth of time, Hou Wu returned heavily, saying, "I asked familiar people, but there's no news of him. Perhaps he has encountered an accident."

"Alright, thank you, brother."

Lu Changfeng nodded.

In the noisy restaurant, Fan Chen, who was drinking with his companions, suddenly noticed Lu Changfeng's figure and his face lit up. He quickly walked over.

Hou Wu looked at Fan Chen and asked, "Fan, do you know Lu Changfeng?"

Fan Chen smiled, "How could I not know Master Lu?"

"Master?" Hou Wu looked incredulous.

Lu Changfeng quickly explained, "You know I had the talent for talismans when I was young. Since the Chen family took away our spiritual field, I decided to bet all my worth, and by chance, I successfully drew a few talismans."

Hou Wu felt extremely envious, "Congratulations, Lu Changfeng. If it were me, I wouldn't dare to bet all my worth on something like that."

"By the way, aren't you looking for Lin Nan? Fan Chen knows many important figures, maybe he can help you find information about Lin Nan."

Fan Chen suddenly realized, "So, Master Lu, you're looking for someone! Don't worry, leave it to me. I'll find out about Lin Nan's whereabouts."

Upon hearing this, Lu Changfeng thanked him with a fist salute.

Fan Chen was flattered, "It's just a trivial matter. Master Lu, you don't have to be so polite. Wait here for a moment, I'll be right back."

As Fan Chen left, Lu Changfeng and Hou Wu chatted for a while.

Looking at the five fireball talismans handed to him by Lu Changfeng, Hou Wu's heart fluctuated. He declined, "Lu Changfeng, these five fireball talismans are too precious. You should keep them!"

Lu Changfeng stuffed the five fireball talismans into his bag and smiled, "Don't be polite. These five fireball talismans may be precious to you, but to me, they're just a few pieces of spiritual paper and beast blood. Hou Wu, the Black Cloud Mountains are full of dangers, and I don't want to receive news of your death, my good brother."

Hou Wu hesitated for a moment, feeling touched in his heart. He said, "Lu Changfeng, thank you."

At this moment, Fan Chen also approached, his face solemn. He said in a deep voice, "I'm sorry, Master Lu, but Lin Nan died a month ago. He still has a sword in the hands of his former teammate, but it requires a low-grade spirit stone to redeem."

Lu Changfeng was shocked.

Somehow, upon hearing the news of Lin Nan's death, he not only felt no sadness, but even a hint of joy in his heart.

The scene fell silent for a while.

Lu Changfeng took out a piece of low-grade spirit stone from his storage bag and said, "Please redeem Lin Nan's sword for me. I will hand it over to Lin Nan's companion as a way of explanation."

"Alright, please wait, Senior Lu."

Fan Chen turned around again and came back with a sharp sword in his hand.

Lu Changfeng took the sword and said, "Fellow Daoist Fan, if you need any help in the future, you can let Hou Wu inform me."

This sentence immediately elevated Hou Wu's status in the hunting team where Fan Chen was.

Hou Wu's eyes showed a grateful expression.

Fan Chen smiled and said, "Although Hou Wu's cultivation level is low, he dares to fight and is willing to take risks. Senior Lu, rest assured that I will pass on this message to our captain and take good care of him."

"Thank you."

Lu Changfeng sighed heavily and left the Chunfeng Tower.

On the way, Lu Changfeng's mood was complicated. "Fellow Daoist Lin! Fellow Daoist Lin! What should I do about your sister-in-law's death! But don't worry, I, Lu Changfeng, am a man of my word. I will continue to fulfill my promise and take care of your sister-in-law."

Unconsciously, Lu Changfeng arrived at a roadside stall in the market.

He looked at the fake and real treasures and techniques on the stall.

Lu Changfeng walked slowly, carefully selecting.

When passing by a middle-aged man with scars all over his face, Lu Changfeng stopped.

He picked up a rusty flying sword from the ground, examined it, and asked, "How much is this flying sword?"

The scarred man smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist has a discerning eye. This flying sword was once a treasure used by a Foundation Building Stage cultivator. Unfortunately, it has been buried underground for a hundred thousand years and has lost its spirituality. However, it is extremely hard, equivalent to a semi-finished treasure. If Fellow Daoist likes it, you can take it for fifty low-grade spirit stones."

Lu Changfeng sneered, "Who are you trying to fool? A semi-finished flying sword, and you're selling it for fifty low-grade spirit stones? Fellow Daoist, is this how you do business?"

The scarred man's expression remained unchanged. "Fellow Daoist, this is a treasure used by a Foundation Building Stage cultivator and has extraordinary significance. Naturally, the price is a bit higher."

Lu Changfeng bargained, "Twenty low-grade spirit stones. If you sell it, fine. If not, forget it. Also, I want you to give me this damaged jade slip on the ground as a gift."

The scarred man smiled bitterly, "Fellow Daoist, you really know how to ask for a lot. Twenty low-grade spirit stones for two relics of a Foundation Building Stage cultivator. I would be losing money. How about you add a little more?"

Lu Changfeng was surprised, "Was this damaged jade slip also found on the owner of the flying sword?"

"Yes," the scarred man complained, "I've been unlucky for eight lifetimes. I finally dug up a corpse of a Foundation Building Stage cultivator in the forbidden mine, but I only found these two broken things on him."

Lu Changfeng laughed, "You really are unlucky. Others would make a fortune when they dig up the corpse of a Foundation Building Stage cultivator, but you only found these two broken things. Considering your pitiful situation, I'll offer forty low-grade spirit stones. What do you think?"

"Add a little more, add a little more."

Lu Changfeng's expression changed, he put the flying sword back in its original place and said, "Forty low-grade spirit stones is already the highest price I can afford. Fellow Daoist, if you're selling, I'll give you the spirit stones immediately. If not, I'll leave now."

The scarred man lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then said, "Alright! Let's go with Fellow Daoist's price. Forty spirit stones it is!"

"You should have said that earlier! I wasted so much breath."

Lu Changfeng pretended to search in his cloth bag and took out the spirit stones from his storage bag, saying, "Here you go."

Taking the spirit stones, the scarred man smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist, have a safe journey."