Longevity Begins With Gu Refining

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Heir Mountain.

Under the dark sky, a hundred Dragon Stallion soldiers were galloping on their horses.

Chen Qing didn't know the exact location of Heir Mountain.

He only knew that it was in a valley.

Heir Mountain wasn't a specific name.

It should be a small world.

But he didn't know the exact location.

"You're hurting me!"

Chen Qing sat in the carriage and looked in the direction of the girl's voice.

It was a white mouse.

It was half the height of a person and had snow-white fur. It was very beautiful.

It glowed under the moonlight.

After being lifted by Ying Wugang, it turned into a little girl in white.

Chen Qing waved his hand. "Let her go."

The white mouse was still tidying her dress.

Chen Qing said, "Where is Heir Mountain?"

The little white mouse glared at Chen Qing. "This is the Heir Mountain."

Chen Qing chuckled. "I can find it even if you don't tell me."

"But I don't know what will happen to me after I find it myself."

An old man's voice came from the tree. "Guard Lord, you're so arrogant. Why are you angry with a little girl?"

Chen Qing looked in the direction of the voice. It was a stooped purple-haired mouse half the height of a person.

He had a goatee and looked quite funny.

Everyone looked at the purple-haired rat with astonishment in their eyes.

They didn't sense the old man's existence at all.

Furthermore, the terrifying aura on his body was like a huge mountain that ruthlessly pressed down on them, leaving no room for escape.

This was an existence that far surpassed the Gate Realm.

Chen Qing said, "It's not that I'm arrogant, but the safety of the entire Nanli Foundation Establishment depends on me, so I'm a bit anxious. Please forgive me."

The purple-haired mouse trembled, but it wasn't out of fear. Instead, it laughed. "You really think you're something."

"I killed half of the Foundation Establishment Cultivators in Nanli back then, but I wasn't as arrogant as you."

"Kid, there are talents in every generation."

"Those who can live for thousands of years are no worse than you."

"Time is long. It can make people forget a lot."

"Time is long. Talents can emerge one after another."

"It's a very long time, enough for someone like this old man to live for dozens of generations!"

Chen Qing smiled and said, "I really don't know about Senior's great achievements."

"Senior is so powerful, but why have I never heard of Senior as the King of Southern Li?"

"If I become king, what will Senior do?"

The purple-haired rat scrutinized Chen Qing. Chen Qing could feel the gaze that seemed to come from a thousand years ago.

"Three hundred years ago, even that brat didn't dare to be so presumptuous in front of me!"

"You haven't even entered the Death Realm and came back alive from the Death Realm, yet you want to call yourself a king? How arrogant!"

However, Chen Qing smiled and said, "If I am unable to proclaim myself king, I will definitely die in the Death Realm. Why wouldn't I dare to call myself king?"

The purple-haired rat was slightly taken aback upon hearing this.

Yes, the ruthless are afraid of the reckless, and the reckless are afraid of those who don't care about their lives.

There were only two possible outcomes for people like Chen Qing who had reached this stage.

Either you become king or you die.

"So this is King's Qi."

The purple-haired rat mumbled to itself.

He had said this many times.

The person in front of him was someone who didn't care about his life.

He shook his head, "However, I won't bet on this bet of yours."

"I know that many people in Southern Li have placed their bets on you."

"But this old man won't bet on you."

"Go back to where you came from. Don't disturb this old man's peace!"

Chen Qing looked deeply at the purple-haired rat and waved his hand to signal Ying Wugang and the others to make way for the little white rat.

The little white rat rolled its eyes at everyone, lifted its little skirt, and walked out of the crowd proudly.

Chen Qing got up and got on the carriage, "Let's go to the Phoenix Nest."

The carriage moved again. After traveling for less than a mile, the old man's strange voice came from behind.

"Phoenix Nest, let's turn around and go back."

"That old phoenix is harder to fool than this old man!"

"Even if we go, we will only be embarrassing ourselves for nothing."

"Hmph, you're just a nobody in the pugilistic world, yet you dare to compete with the dragon of Dali that appears once in thousands of years. You're really seeking your own death!"

Chen Qing was so angry that he slammed his fist on the table in front of him.

"This old thief is really hateful!"

Ying Wugang hurriedly served tea, "Lord Wei, calm down!"

Chen Qing took the tea and drank a mouthful of Cleansing Fire Heart Scorching Tea, "I'm not angry because he laughed at me for being a nobody in the pugilistic world."

"I'm angry because he boosted the morale of others!"

After taking three deep breaths, Chen Qing finally calmed down a little.

Some people were willing to bet on him, while others weren't.

This was a very normal thing.

There was nothing to say.

Chen Qing was very clear about what he wanted to do. He wanted to win.

After traveling for a hundred miles, Chen Qing swallowed a river of ghost fish soup. He felt that his body had become stronger, and only then did he feel a little more at ease.

Putting down the bowl in his hand, Chen Qing looked at Zuo Chuan beside him, "Zuo Chuan, who do you think is stronger, me or the Lord of Mortal World 300 years ago?"

Zuo Chuan was a little hesitant and didn't speak for a long time.

Chen Qing immediately understood what Zuo Chuan meant.

Zuo Chuan felt that he wasn't as good as the Lord of Mortal World 300 years ago, but it wasn't good to speak.

"Lord Wei, how can I explain what happened 300 years ago?"

"In my opinion, Lord Wei is definitely stronger than the Lord of Mortal World 300 years ago."

Chen Qing laughed and said, "Forget it, it's useless to ask you. You haven't seen the glory of that person 300 years ago."

"Let's go to the Phoenix Nest."

They had just entered the Fire Country's borders when suddenly, a sky full of flowers fell down.

Under the white moonlight, a woman dressed in white with a veil over her face walked gracefully towards Chen Qing's convoy.

She held a light yellow lamp in her hand. Although the light looked dim, it overshadowed the moonlight.

"The Phoenix Nest Goddess?"

Chen Qing looked at the Goddess before him and said slowly.

The Goddess before him spoke, her voice cold, "Lord Wei, are you going to the Phoenix Nest?"

Chen Qing nodded, "That's right. Who are you?"

The Goddess said, "The Phoenix Nest Goddess."

Chen Qing's face turned serious. These so-called Goddesses and Divine Sons were about the same age as him, so he didn't need to pay too much attention to them.

But once one's age reached a thousand years, they were not ordinary people.

They were all people of the same generation who suppressed their peers, peerless figures of their generation.

"What can I do for you?"

The Phoenix Nest Goddess said, "My Master sent me here to ask."

Chen Qing spread out his hands, "Please ask."

The Phoenix Nest Goddess said, "These are my Master's words, not mine."

"My master asked, 'Dragon Raises Its Head, who can suppress it?'"

Chen Qing's eyes narrowed. He lowered his voice and cupped his hands, "Qing Xu knows. Thank you, Goddess, for telling me."

His words were very clear.

Perhaps, in the eyes of these old guys, he was the same as Yan Shiying.

They were just tigers in the mud.

And Ji Chang was the dragon that raised its head.

From the previous battle results, Chen Qing was indeed at a disadvantage.

He was chased around by Yan Shiying, but in the end, he turned the tables and turned the situation around.

However, Ji Chang had easily killed Yan Shiying without suffering any injuries.

Looking at it this way, Chen Qing was indeed inferior to Ji Chang.

But what if his light butterfly became a King Grade?

After the Phoenix Nest Goddess left, Zuo Chuan and Ying Wugang looked at each other, not daring to ask Chen Qing where to go.

The Phoenix Nest Goddess had clearly rejected Chen Qing's intention to visit.

After a full thirty breaths, Chen Qing's voice came from the carriage, "Let's continue. I want to tour the Fire Country and devour all the ghosts in this country."

A month later, Chen Qing put down the fish soup in his hand. He sat under the setting sun and looked at the turbulent river before him.

"According to the distance, I should have traveled ten thousand miles."

"But my light butterfly has no signs of leveling up. Is there something wrong?"

"Ten thousand miles, could it be that it's not ten thousand miles, but ninety thousand miles?"

"Or should I say, I have to go by myself."

"I will go by myself for the next trip to the Lin Country."

Chen Qing got up and started walking instead of riding the carriage.

The Dragon Stallion Army behind him was stunned. Seeing that Chen Qing was walking by himself, they did not dare to continue riding on their dragon horses. They all got off their horses and led them.

Just as they entered the Lin Country and came to a bustling town, Chen Qing heard a nursery rhyme.

"Kill a thousand and succeed, tiger in the mud."

"Kill the green and die, tiger in the mud."

"Tiger, tiger wants to be king, king is written on its head!"

"How laughable, little tiger in the mud, how can you know the difference between cloud and mud?"

"Dragon Raises Its Head, who can suppress it?"

"Dragon Raises Its Head, no one can suppress it."

Zuo Chuan was slightly angry, "Lord, I will teach them a lesson. I must find out who taught them to sing!"

Chen Qing reached out and stopped the furious Zuo Chuan. "Why are you getting angry with a child?"

"They sang pretty well. Go, give them a handful of copper coins."

After saying that, Chen Qing wrapped himself in a long robe and continued to walk deeper into the Lin Kingdom.

It seemed that the secluded sects of Southern Li, the unworldly land, did not think highly of him.

There were a lot less Spirit Gu and a lot less support.

However, Ji Chang was different. Behind him was probably the cultivation family of the entire Great Liao.

Three days later.

News spread from the Southern Li Country that a mountain fire had broken out near the Southern Sea between the Lin Country and the Fire Country.

The mountain fire burned through the Fire Country and the Lin Country's vast wilderness, the land was charred black, the grass and trees turned to ash, and the mountain rocks were set aflame.

No matter how many cultivators cast spells, the fire would not be extinguished. It was as if it was a rootless fire that could burn without wood.

In just a few days, not even a blade of grass grew.

Soon, seven days had passed, and a royal decree was issued from the South Sea.

He ordered Xuan Ping to go to the noodle king as a guest.

When Chen Qing received the news, he thought of the red-robed elder sister.

She was the one who was venting her anger.

When he was in the Fire Country, they at least sent a Divine Lady to reject him.

After arriving in the Lin Kingdom, these secluded sects did not even send people. Instead, they sent children to sing nursery rhymes, mocking Chen Qing for being ignorant and telling him not to go.

That was a little too much.

Chen Qing tolerated it, but the red-robed elder sister seemed to have a bad temper.

The Lin Kingdom was very big. Chen Qing wandered around the Lin Kingdom for a month and a half and was still not ready to leave.

According to the latest news, the continuous mountain fire was still burning.

Every time Chen Qing heard this news, he would smile slightly.

However, the secluded sects and the royal family of the Lin Kingdom were also unyielding.

Even though Chen Qing slowed down his journey, they still had no intention of contacting him.

Chen Qing simply continued to slow down his journey, preparing to make a trip to the Lin Kingdom.

Chen Qing dragged the trip, which was supposed to take only a month, into two months.

On the day Chen Qing left the Lin Kingdom and came to the Iron Country, the mountain fire was inexplicably extinguished three days later.

It seemed that they were sending Chen Qing off.

Chen Qing had just arrived in the Iron Country when he saw a group of people waiting in front of two mountains.

Chen Qing quickly walked forward, "Who is it?"

This group of people had human bodies and bull heads, with a pair of valiant bull horns on both sides of their foreheads.

They were not from the Demon Clan, but from the Human Clan.

But because of a special Gu worm, they became like this.

Was this the tribe of Miao Shen's Iron Guards?

There was a tribe in the Iron Country, known as Miao Shen's Iron Guards, guarding Jiu Li's Miao Shen Temple.

The person at the front stepped forward, "Divine Lady has come to our Iron Country, we, Miao Shen's Iron Guards, naturally have to welcome you personally!"

"My name is Gold Unchangeable."

Chen Qing walked forward steadily and grabbed Jin Buhuan's arm, "I seem to have seen senior before?"

Jin Buhuan looked to be in his thirties, "I saw you when I visited Miao Shen. It was my turn to guard the temple that day."

"Time is of the essence, we cannot delay any longer!"

"Divine Lady, please follow me, I will bring you to a place."

Chen Qing asked in confusion, "Where are we going?"

Jin Buhuan stroked his beard, "Divine Lady has the ability to exorcise ghosts, I am inviting you to exorcise ghosts."

Chen Qing's eyes shined brightly, "What kind of evil ghost?"

Jin Buhuan grabbed Chen Qing's hand and patted it three times, "Spear path grandmaster!"

Chen Qing pulled his hand back and took two steps back, bowing as he said: "Please lead the way, senior!"

Jin Buhuan stepped on the ground, dust flew into the air as he carried Chen Qing into the sky.

Everything around him flew past his eyes at lightning speed, as fast as lightning and as strong as a gale.

After flying for a day, Chen Qing could see dark clouds ahead.

The surrounding thousand li was dark, only dark clouds could be seen.

On the vast plains, there were no signs of life. A large number of headless horsemen rode on skeleton warhorses burning with blue karmic fire, holding a green rusted bronze spear as they galloped across the vast plains.

"His name is Ye Fulong."

"Eighteen thousand years ago, he lost to Iron King, he had grievances and turned into a ghost."

"Among the spear path grandmasters, he can be considered one of the strongest to leave behind an obsession."

Chen Qing asked, "Why is he one of the strongest?"

Jin Buhuan pointed to the north, "In the path of spear, only the north has a spear saint."

"That is why he is the strongest in the north. Others such as the Western Desert, Southern Li, and Great Liao only dare to call themselves one of the strongest."

Chen Qing continued, "Snowfield?"

Jin Buhuan smiled but didn't say anything.

The Snowfield was a force to be reckoned with in the cultivation world. Few people mentioned it now, and few saw its people. It was like a hidden sect.

But no one could deny that it was a super sect.

This sect had once overthrown the arrogant Aurora Sect that had almost unified the cultivation world.

It was located at the north pole, the Emperor Star, and the supreme!

It wasn't the Celestial Emperor, but it was located where the Celestial Emperor was.

Chen Qing retracted his thoughts and looked ahead again. On top of a mountain shrouded in dark clouds, there lay a giant whose body was as vast as a lofty mountain.

The giant's body was filled with ghostly energy.

(End of Chapter)