Li Yuan was drunkenly competing in a drinking contest with the young ladies of the Tang Sect Headquarters.
Soon, Tang Pang was down, muttering, "I can’t go on, I can’t take another drop."
Li Yuan sat by the window, smiling as he looked outside.
The moonlight was bright, the starlight like a sea, and this was just another day among his countless days of immortality...
A thousand years later, ten thousand years later, a million years later, will this mountain before him still be here? Who will the people in the drinking contest be?
If he didn’t want to be lonely, he had to find so aning in this long span of ti...
However, now was not the ti to worry about such things, because first he had to beco strong enough, then gradually unveil the mysteries of this world.
When there is no one stronger than him in this world, when there are no secrets left for him, then he can ponder how to spend his immortality.
He was both expectant and fearful.
He looked forward to living with different people, to building hos, each ti willing to treat it seriously.
He also looked forward to becoming different people, playing different roles, and experiencing different exciting lives.
But what he feared was, what if... what if he grew tired of it, his body remained young but his heart grew old, what then?
For a mont, he was lost in thought.
Those who haven’t experienced immortality often say, "Everyone I know is dead, what’s the point of living," but true immortals still hold endless passion for the next life they look forward to.
It’s just a sour grapes argunt.
In fact, immortality is inherently good; living an extra hundred years is better than thinking "one lifeti is enough."
As for whether or not he would grow tired, Li Yuan truly did not know.
But no matter what, he had not grown weary of this path; he was full of anticipation and enthusiasm.
Everything was just beginning.
Everything awaited his exploration and witnessing.
...
The next morning, sunlight bathed the earth.
Li Yuan was practicing his sword skill with the Cyan Snake Blade at the entrance.
Tang Pang rubbed her sleepy eyes and yawned, but upon seeing the mysterious man practicing sword skills outside, she hurriedly sneaked up to the oil paper window, trying to catch a glimpse of his techniques.
It would be a lie to say that Li Yuan wasn’t intriguing.
Everyone in the Tang Sect Forbidden Land was curious about this man’s identity, especially Mrs. Tang’s direct disciples.
Why did the usually indifferent Mrs. Tang treat this man with such deference?
The golden sunlight poured through the dark clouds, as if casting transparent, radiant pillars.
Li Yuan slowly swung his sword between the beams of light.
Tang Pang could hardly believe her eyes.
’This...’
’Moving at such a slow pace, even an untrained person could probably send him flying with a punch.’
Li Yuan’s movents were indeed very slow, absurdly so.
At that mont, he was reinforcing himself with the "Ancestral Talisman and Celestial Thunder Possession," forcibly breaking through to the Fourth Grade Early Stage Realm.
He was harnessing all his strength.
His sword, as always, was vibrating intensely, a vibration that should scatter water vapor in the air, deflecting light, yet in Li Yuan’s slow movents, it manifested an odd sense of "restraint."
All the power was gathered within, no longer flamboyant, thus appearing quite unremarkable.
But if anything were to touch the slowly moving sword of Li Yuan, it would instantly be pulverized, steel included.
After finishing an incredibly slow sword practice, Li Yuan released the Ancestral Talisman and Celestial Thunder, exhaled deeply, then wiped the sweat off his forehead.
Admittedly, it was quite exhausting.
This work was akin to weight training in the gym before his transcendence; only when slow could he feel the muscle stretch, also making it tiring.
Tang Pang could hardly believe her brain.
She pushed her palm outward, and the oil paper window creaked open, casting a broad shadow on the mottled wall.
"Steward Li, how co you’re sweating while practicing your sword skill?"
Since Tang Nian had said Li Yuan was a high-ranking figure from the Cloud Mountain Comrce Association, others didn’t know what to call him, so they just called him "Steward."
Li Yuan sighed, "This sword practice is tiring."
Tang Pang raised an eyebrow and said, "It couldn’t be that tiring, could it?"
With that, she drew her sword and rushed outside, the morning light flashing off her blade like a silver butterfly in flamboyant flight, creating a pleasant spectacle with gusts of air that felt like a whirlwind blowing.
After finishing the routine, Tang Pang stood her ground, not blushing or panting, holding her sword proudly, her face turned skyward like a blooming flower facing the sun.
Li Yuan laughed heartily, clapping in praise, "Remarkable, remarkable, far better than ."
Tang Pang blushed and said, "Don’t think I don’t know, what you’re practicing is definitely so advanced Dharma Gate, it’s just that I can’t comprehend it. I’m just fishing here, hoping you might voluntarily reveal what you were practicing just now?"
Li Yuan chuckled.
Indeed, these little fellows, despite not having high realms, each had hundreds of heart eyes.
Such a way of speaking is really hard to dislike.
He said, "Xiaopang, you’re cultivating your family’s teaching, I assu? Since you’ve reached the Seventh Grade with it, your Shadow Bone is set, so there’s no way to learn anything else.
Following your master, you’re probably learning Puppetry as well, which is a way to broaden your power within the Seventh Grade Realm."
"Then what grade realm is Steward Li in?" Tang Pang was already used to the nickna "Xiaopang" and didn’t bother to refute it any longer. After all, she wasn’t really fat, so it was whatever.
Li Yuan replied candidly, "Sixth Grade."
Tang Pang showed a look of envy and said straight out, "I’m so envious, why doesn’t my family have subsequent Sixth Grade Skills?"
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