Immortality: My cultivation Has No Bottleneck

After calming his emotions, Liang Sheng regained the demeanor of a graceful young master. Then, unnoticed by others, his figure appeared in the Yaoxiang Pavilion.

Liang Sheng went straight to the familiar Giving Bodhisattva to drink and enjoy himself.

It’s worth mentioning that due to Chen Quan’s consistent favor, those dedicated Giving Bodhisattvas who had served him have now become top-pick courtesans at Yaoxiang Pavilion.

“After all, if I enjoy them like Chen Quan did, won’t I be like Chen Quan?”

By this calculation, I would be equivalent to a Nascent Soul Cultivator!

Under this mindset, the income of these Giving Bodhisattvas has become quite considerable. Liang Sheng doesn’t care about them now.

Finding a newly joined beautiful Giving Bodhisattva and paying more for it doesn’t bother him, as men’s nature is to love the new and loathe the old.

Moreover, in the Immortal City now, the combined sum of Cultivation Resources for all people might not even match Liang Sheng’s.

After all, that’s the wealth of nine-tenths of the city lord’s mansion treasury! If not for this, how could Liang Sheng be able to smoothly breakthrough in just ten years?

No need to go into details about the subsequent night filled with the atmosphere of spring. Early the next morning, Liang Sheng left the land of tenderness without any hesitation, it was just a play for him.

Immediately after, Liang Sheng entered Gourmet Food Street. Apart from the absence of loud hawking voices, the remaining worldly atmosphere here was extremely similar to the secular world.

However, any of the people here, if placed in the secular world, would be considered as immortal-like beings. Even if they were now allowed to go to the secular world, they probably wouldn’t be willing.

After all, cultivating for immortality and longevity is such a temptation. What if they are the proud sons of the heavens? Even if their lifespan is limited, they still want to pass on their bloodline and let the younger generation compete.

How would they cultivate if they go to the secular world? As long as they have a bloodline, they still have hope. What if their descendants have deep blessings and good fortune?

People in the world, whether immortal or mortal, all have desires.

Wonton Shop.

At this moment, Little Yang expertly scooped up wontons from the pot and personally brought the bowl to Liang Sheng, showing extreme respect.

After all, during the great chaos, Liang Sheng did not tolerate humiliation. At that time, he was able to silently kill a Golden Core True Person.

So, at the very least, this senior might be a late-stage Golden Core true person. Naturally, Little Yang has to serve him carefully, as that’s how he survives.

However, over the past ten years, Liang Sheng has not been condescending and has been very polite to him. They slowly became familiar with each other, so Little Yang is not overly cautious with Liang Sheng.

“Senior, your wontons are here.”

“Hmm, not bad. It seems like you’ve secretly added more ingredients for me today. Aren’t you afraid of losing money?”

Hearing this, Little Yang laughed and didn’t say much. After all, Liang Sheng was a frequent customer and was extremely generous to him.

The honest Little Yang knew how to handle these old customers; he was honest, but not foolish. By just adding a little more ingredients, retaining these old customers was well worth it.

Seeing that Little Yang didn’t explain, Liang Sheng didn’t care and started enjoying his meal, while Little Yang turned to attend to other diners.

At this moment, the lively Gourmet Street has changed since the time of City Master Zhen Yuan. The smiles of the cultivators here have become more sincere than before.

After all, their lives now have hope. Though the high-ranking cultivation families are still one level higher in status, does it matter?

After all, realizing complete equality regardless of the power difference is impossible, right?

Many ordinary cultivators are already extremely satisfied with the current situation, at least there isn’t blatant oppression anymore.

Now, if anyone dares to rely on their cultivation level to bully others and dominate the market, they might find themselves punished by the Church of All Beings at night.

Although the Church of All Beings does not control the Immortal City, their presence hidden in the shadows keeps the cultivation families on their toes.

Because you don’t know whether the ordinary cultivator you’re bullying today has connections with the Church of All Beings, a hidden knife is always the most intimidating.

Liang Sheng couldn’t help but sigh in his heart. Compared to the past, the Immortal City is indeed in its most vibrant era now, but who knows how long it will last.

It would be best if City Master Zhen Yuan remained suppressed, but if he dies or breaks free from his suppression, then the Longevity Immortal City might once again enter the era of being exploited.

With that thought in mind, Liang Sheng couldn’t help but smile and shake his head, and then took a sip of soup, finishing the wontons contentedly.

What do these matters have to do with Liang Sheng?

He was, in fact, an ordinary person, not as great as the Church of All Beings. All he wanted now was to live a carefree life in the world, trying not to get involved in cause and effect.

Thinking of this, Liang Sheng looked towards the direction of the Zhou Family Mansion not far away. Today, he would send off an old friend who was leaving.

A hundred years had passed since Jin Quanxiu and others entered the Immortal City, and Huang Yifan’s lifespan had come to an end.

Originally, as a Golden Core Daoist, Huang Yifan could have lived at least another one or two hundred years. Unfortunately, during his days leading the Loose Cultivators in their conflicts with the Sects, his foundation was injured, causing a great loss of his lifespan.

Moreover, when he arrived at the Longevity Immortal City, his cultivation was extraordinarily difficult due to his Desolate Domain Bloodline.

So, Huang Yifan’s lifespan was now coming to an end. Both Jin Quanxiu’s master and disciple and the Zhou Family’s younger generation felt a sense of sadness about this.

After all, they had been together for more than a hundred years and moved forward together. Although they were not related by blood, they were even closer than blood relatives.

However, Huang Yifan seemed to have a very open attitude towards this. Birth, aging, sickness, and death would not spare anyone, even cultivators.

Even Nascent Soul Masters, when their lives were about to end, were no different from ordinary people. They would all return to dust and be gone from this world forever.

Jin Quanxiu went to see Huang Yifan early in the morning, but in the end, he couldn’t help but shake his head helplessly. Huang Yifan’s body had already exhausted its resources, and he would likely fall within a few days.

With a grim expression on his face, Huang Yifan appeared calm, as if unconcerned. Jin Quanxiu felt a pang in his heart.

“Brother Huang, if you have any unfulfilled wishes, let me know. I will do my best to grant them.”

Hearing this, Huang Yifan shook his head. Naturally, he still had unresolved cause and effect- his master, who had helped him break through to the Golden Core Realm a few hundred years ago but never met again.

Perhaps his master had fallen during the collapse of the Desolate Regions, and his departure this time would lead to a possible reunion in the next cycle, should time truly allow for reincarnation.

“Senior Jin, I have no other requests. I only ask that after I pass away, you bury me beside the spiritual field and let me rest in peace.”

Bury him next to the spiritual field?

Jin Quanxiu was puzzled by this, but the Zhou Family Master, who was standing next to him, quickly nodded in agreement.

With the strength that the Zhou Family had built up over time, they naturally had their own family’s spiritual field. This request from Huang Yifan before his fall was not something they would refuse.

As for whether the cultivators in the adjacent spiritual fields would mind, the Zhou Family Master didn’t care. After all, they wouldn’t encroach on others’ territories.

If the others didn’t appreciate their goodwill and wanted to interfere with the Zhou Family’s affairs, then the Zhou Family wouldn’t be easy to deal with either.

His instinct to seek fortune and avoid evil told him that burying Huang Yifan next to the spiritual field would not cause any problems. Huang Yifan nodded contentedly upon hearing this.

Master, the one I least want to part with, is you. Yet, I am unable to see you one more time before my death.

Watching Huang Yifan rest, Jin Quanxiu and others quietly left the room. Huang Yifan’s time was running out.

Sigh!

Cultivating without success eventually ends in one’s fall.

As time passed, Huang Yifan’s life force grew weaker and weaker within the room, and his qi also became thinner and thinner.

Everyone knew that Huang Yifan was about to leave. Yet, on that very night, Huang Yifan, who had already fallen into a deep sleep, suddenly became spirited and lively.

At this moment, none of the Zhou Family members, including Jin Quanxiu, were aware of this. Huang Yifan, upon waking up, was initially somewhat confused.

Since his lifespan had been approaching its end, when had he ever been so clear-headed? Most of the time, he was in a daze.

The next moment, Huang Yifan’s eyes widened in shock and joy. At this moment, a white-haired and dignified figure was standing in front of him.

This was the figure that had haunted Huang Yifan’s dreams time and time again.

Master!?

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