The Secret Way of Immortality

In Sanxiang City, as soon as the rooster crowed, merchants pushing stalls began to converge on the market from all over the city.

Although there was no shouting, the atmosphere became increasingly lively.

Several sleepy constables mingled in the bustling crowd, complaining about the damp and cold of Xiangxiang that chilled them to the bone, while chewing on tobacco leaves.

Martial arts schools and镖局 (security transport agencies) would briefly open their side doors, and merchants selling grain and rice would wait early in front of the doors, helping to carry goods into the courtyards.

The merchants were dubious about this, but according to the government, the next few months would be days of fasting to commemorate the Taoist Ancestor and Buddha, so they would remain closed.

The contact between Taoist temples, Buddhist temples, and the outside world was even less.

Usually, the Taoist and Buddhist families had at least dozens of acres of land, barely able to be self-sufficient, and even if they needed to buy daily necessities, they would send novices and Taoist children to shops in the city.

Compared to the strangeness of the various forces, the lives of the people were undoubtedly much more normal.

The crowd gathering at the market grew larger and larger, and the noisy sounds awakened the entire Sanxiang City, with the unique aroma of breakfast snacks already permeating the air.

It wasn't until Chen time (7-9 am) that the market began to disperse, and the vendors would move to the streets and alleys.

But just as the crowd surged, the sound of gongs and drums rang out in the distance, and a team of soldiers wearing light armor, with long knives at their waists, escorted a prison cart covered in black cloth.

The people were silent, with curiosity in their eyes, but more fear.

They voluntarily made way, allowing the prison cart to reach the market entrance.

The people whispered among themselves, but they all kept their voices down, obviously extremely afraid of the existence in the prison cart, for fear of attracting disaster.

"Is it a demon?"

"It is said that it was found in the Dahuang Mountain outside the city. I didn't expect it to be executed today."

"This is the fifth time this month, why are there so many demons?"

"Alas…"

"Silence!!!"

The soldiers' mouths were full of sharp teeth, which made a metallic clanging sound when they collided. It was obvious that they were insect martial artists, awe-inspiring.

The market suddenly became silent, and even the children dared not cry, leaving only heavy breathing and the footsteps of women retreating.

The soldiers waited for a moment, and only after all irrelevant people had left did they lift the black cloth.

In an uproar, a half-human, half-insect "heretic" was revealed, half of its body was human, but its legs were like fleas.

Ren Qing sat in the teahouse next to the market, overlooking the absurd and bizarre scene.

"It really is a human-insect from the insect nest."

The human-insect was placed on a wooden stake. No matter how he begged for mercy, Xiangxiang and the insect nest did not understand each other at all, and finally he was held down by the soldiers.

"Execute!!!"

The executioner swung the sharpened tiger-head knife down with force, and part of the spine of the Heavenly Dao Insect-man was exposed, and his whole body couldn't help twitching.

It took a total of five cuts to sever the head of the heretic in the eyes of the people.

Ren Qing's eyes swept over the surrounding crowd, landing on a seemingly ordinary middle-aged man, who had a Nether Realm soul.

"Waiter."

"Coming."

"Help me with a favor…"

Ren Qing pointed to the man in the market, whispered a few words in the waiter's ear, and then threw out a piece of silver.

The waiter nodded repeatedly, and then set off to leave the teahouse.

The man's name was Wu Shanzi. His expression seemed calm, but his right hand was hidden in his sleeve, as if he was clutching something tightly in his palm.

As he exerted force, a cut was made in his wrist, and the blood that flowed out was absorbed by the object in his palm. It was obviously a magic weapon.

"Soul-hooking and soul-capturing, go…"

Wu Shanzi's face was ugly. He chanted several times in a row, but the magic weapon did not move at all, indicating that the beheaded heretic did not have a soul.

"How is it possible? The insect nest evil cultivator died in front of me, he should have a soul, could it be blown away by the wind?"

Just as he was secretly anxious, he heard someone behind him say: "This Taoist priest, a guest invites you to the teahouse for a gathering."

After the waiter finished speaking, he took a few steps back, weighing the silver money given by Ren Qing in his hand.

Wu Shanzi's expression was solemn. He was not from Xiangxiang, but came to Sanxiang City from Tushan. It was impossible for anyone in the city to know him.

He hesitated for a moment, then quickly walked into the teahouse, hesitantly came to the window on the second floor, but found it was empty.

Wu Shanzi subconsciously looked at the table. The handwriting written with tea was slowly disappearing with time, but it could still be roughly distinguished.

"One hundred and three days?"

"Could it be…"

After he muttered a few words, he couldn't help but look around, wanting to find Ren Qing's figure, but there were only a few guests drinking tea.

"Have you seen the appearance of the person by the window?"

Wu Shanzi quickly asked the others, and when he saw that he had gained nothing, he pulled the waiter and questioned him, but learned that no one had been to the teahouse.

A chill couldn't help but rise in his back. He had no mood to stay in the teahouse, and stumbled out of the market, returning to the inn where he was staying.

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Ren Qing observed Wu Shanzi's behavior, and his reaction well verified the guess in his heart.

He did not choose to continue to contact Wu Shanzi, closed his eyes and digested the soul of the human-insect who had just died, and there was a bit of exploration in his eyes.

It seems that the large and small forces in the town are really composed of former cultivators.

To be precise, their souls come from ancient cultivators, and their bodies are undoubtedly refined by the Lunar Star Lord.

The ancient cultivators did not know what happened. Not only could they not figure out the situation, but they also realized that their spells had suddenly become invalid, as if the end of the law era had arrived.

Ren Qing noticed in the past few days that the ancient cultivators did not sleep at all. They constantly stimulated their spirits with herbs, and closed their eyes to meditate to keep themselves awake at all times.

As for the insect nest, it has been extremely cautious from beginning to end, and even only sent human-insects to test the town, and has rarely shown up since then.

The reason why the ancient cultivators knew that their lifespan was limited was indeed through the human-insects, and they also mastered the rudimentary art of refining Gu worms.

The art of refining Gu worms is actually a method of driving Gu worms to transform into strange objects.

They were almost always in seclusion every day, wanting to find the reason why the spells were invalid, or to improve the art of refining Gu worms.

Ren Qing learned from the memory of the human-insect that the art of refining Gu worms was intentionally leaked by the Mother, and even the matter of limited lifespan was the same.

According to the Mother's instructions, the Heavenly Dao Insect-men have been waiting underground, and the deadline is one hundred days after the people of Jingzhou's lifespan is exhausted.

Most of the human-insect's memories about the Mother were sealed by spells, but fortunately the Toe Separation Technique can bypass the methods of the Heavenly Gu Realm.

Most of the human-insect's memories were obviously deliberately given to the ancient cultivators.

From Ren Qing's point of view, the person behind the scenes was a bit of being taken over by the insect nest.

The person behind the scenes will never be content with the status quo, and then it depends on the game between the two sides, but no matter what the result, Ren Qing can intervene.

Ren Qing looked at Wu Shanzi's embarrassed departure, turned his head and said to the waiter: "Waiter, I haven't asked what your name is yet?"

The waiter was stunned for a moment, as if he had just recalled Ren Qing, and quickly said: "Returning to you, my humble name is Huang Gou'er (Yellow Dog)."

"Good name."

"Is the shopkeeper in?"

"Yes."

Ren Qing narrowed his eyes, like a spectator watching the chess players, the teacup fell like a chess piece.

"Tell your shopkeeper that someone wants to take over his teahouse."

"Ah?"

Huang Gou'er left in a hurry, but he did not expect that the shopkeeper, who regarded the teahouse as his life, immediately agreed when he heard Ren Qing's request.

In the chessboard game, the one who is always invincible is the spectator.

'Lifespan is approaching, one hundred and three days'

Dear officials, the second chapter is a little shorter, and the stuck text has been changed for several hours.