Becoming an immortal against the will of heaven

The sun was setting, painting the sky with vibrant hues.

Although much later than expected, Zhang Laohan finally managed to drive his carriage into the city of Naxi just as the city gates were about to close.

After completing the customs documents and paying the city entry fee, Zhang Laohan continued onward for a short distance.

He finally stopped in front of a delicate residence, and respectfully called out through the carriage door: "Immortal, it is late today. If you don't mind, would you like to rest at this old man's home for the night? If you could grace my humble abode with your presence, it would truly be an honor."

Zhang Laohan's hometown was hundreds of miles away in the countryside, but fortunately, he also owned a property in this city, where one of his concubines resided, which was why he extended the invitation.

In addition, Zhang Laohan had some personal motives. After all, Chen Tian was like a celestial being. If he could establish a connection with him, he could not only show off in front of others but might also gain even more benefits.

Thinking of this, Zhang Laohan's heart couldn't help but flutter, and he bent his body even lower, his face full of deference.

However, after waiting for a while, there was still no sound from inside the carriage.

This made Zhang Laohan feel a little strange. His eyes darted around, and he spoke again, "Immortal, are you there?"

As he spoke, Zhang Laohan reached out and carefully lifted the curtain of the carriage.

But the scene before him stunned Zhang Laohan. The carriage was empty, and there was no sign of Chen Tian anywhere.

Zhang Laohan smiled bitterly and sighed, "The Immortal, he's gone!"

"What?" Li Yong's expression also changed drastically, and he said with disbelief, "How could a person just disappear out of thin air? Could it be that he really is an Immortal!"

Hearing Li Yong's words, Zhang Laohan became a little angry, picked up his smoking pipe, and slammed it hard on Li Yong's head, scolding, "It's already this time, what are you still questioning? If you blaspheme the Immortal, I'll beat you to death!"

After receiving this beating from Zhang Laohan, Li Yong pouted. Then, as if he had thought of something, he turned his head to look behind him, his face changed, and he grabbed Zhang Laohan's arm and shook it, saying: "G-G-Gone..."

Zhang Laohan was already a little depressed. Hearing Li Yong's words, he impatiently slapped his hand away and clicked his tongue, "Aiya, I know the Immortal is gone, you don't need to tell me again."

"N-No... That's not it!" Li Yong shook his head in horror and said, "It's... It's the girl behind us, she's also gone."

If Zhang Laohan had focused all his attention on Chen Tian, then Li Yong's entire focus was on Qin Yi.

Li Yong remembered clearly that Qin Yi had been following behind the carriage like a ghost. Just now, when he heard Zhang Laohan's call, he had turned his head and glanced, confirming that Qin Yi was still there, but with this turn of his head, she had also disappeared, truly like a female ghost, making people feel chills down their spines.

Zhang Laohan was shocked when he heard this and looked back, and indeed, the woman who had been following behind the carriage had also disappeared without a trace.

Zhang Laohan was so shocked that he couldn't speak, and he and Li Yong stood there stunned for a long time.

It wasn't until the moon rose and the sky grew darker that Zhang Laohan sighed, then took out a bag of silver from his sleeve and threw it to Li Yong, saying: "Forget it, the affairs of the Immortals are not something we mortals can fathom. You have worked hard this time. Take this silver and go have some fun with the brothers at the Fengyue Brothel."

Li Yong was originally just a common man. After receiving the silver handed over by Zhang Laohan, a glint flashed in his eyes, and he immediately forgot about the Immortals. After saying thank you, he led the other brothers and marched towards the Fengyue Brothel.

Although his home was right behind him, Zhang Laohan did not enter at this time but walked towards another street.

In the dark night, Zhang Laohan clenched the two jade bottles, one green and one red, in his hand, his face serious. He planned to find a sculptor to create a statue of a god while he still had the memory.

And the appearance of the statue was to be based on Chen Tian's appearance.

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As a prosperous great nation, Naxi had thriving trade and a constant flow of merchants and travelers. Tens of thousands of people entered the city every day, and most of them were wealthy merchants and nobles.

These people had money, but they also couldn't stand loneliness. It was simply impossible to make them stay quietly at home at night.

Thus, in Naxi, many brothels and pleasure quarters emerged to provide nighttime entertainment.

Among them, the Fengyue Brothel could be said to be the most famous place for such pleasures.

It was not only luxuriously decorated, but also had many beautiful women, with all kinds of sights and sounds to indulge in. It could be said to be a gentle haven in the hearts of men.

Therefore, there was a saying among the people: 'If you don't go to the Fengyue Brothel, you've lived your life in vain.'

And so, just as it was getting dark, the Fengyue Brothel lit up with bright pink lights, illuminating every guest who came here with a radiant glow.

Just then, a young man in white robes, with a handsome appearance and extraordinary bearing, walked in with a faint smile.

As soon as he stepped into the building, three or four scantily clad, shapely young women greeted him, hugging his arms and calling him "Young Master" in intimate voices.

This man in white was of course Chen Tian.

Chen Tian, facing the encirclement of these women, not only did not reject them, but frequently raised their chins with his hands, gently kneading their faces, displaying an extremely teasing posture.

And after seeing these women lower their heads because they were too shy, Chen Tian would laugh loudly.

Then, Chen Tian, with a gorgeous woman on each side, was about to walk into the Fengyue Brothel.

But suddenly, at this moment, a sharp murderous aura soared into the sky, approaching Chen Tian like an autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves. When everyone came back to their senses, they found a red iron sword resting on Chen Tian's neck.

Seeing this scene, the women in Chen Tian's arms were first startled, then their faces paled as they fled in all directions, shouting that someone was being killed.

However, Chen Tian at this time did not have any panic. He turned around calmly, and standing in front of him was Qin Yi, with a face full of anger.