My Longevity Simulation Chapter 595

Luoyan Prefecture.

"Strange, it should be around here. There’s no mistake."

"But why..."

Han Yi furrowed his brows tightly, once again flying over this area for half a day.

Yet, he still couldn’t pinpoint the exact location of the opportunity he sensed.

"It’s definitely pointing here, but I can only lock onto a general area. Once I enter it, that feeling in my heart inexplicably disappears."

"It’s as if sothing is deliberately interfering."

At this mont, Han Yi felt both joy and worry in his heart.

Such a situation had never occurred to him before. According to the records in Heavenly Fate Scripture, either the opportunity was too great, exceeding his current ability to bear, which would be a misfortune rather than a blessing, or the fortune here was shielding itself, preventing outsiders from discovering it.

"I can only go down and search personally. I’ll act accordingly, and if it’s impossible to proceed, I’ll let it go. After all, no matter what, preserving my life must remain the priority," Han Yi pondered deeply and made a decision.

Leaving the Congyun Sea behind, he traveled far. Gradually calming down, Han Yi realized he might have been too impulsive recently, likely affected by the backlash of fortune.

With the foundation of his Heavenly Fate Scripture and the Feather of the Mystic Black Bird, combined with his knowledge of an undeveloped small world where the Heavenly Fate Mystical Bird had fallen, as long as he didn’t perish prematurely, following a steady path would ensure success in reaching the Soul Transformation and Dao Integration stages.

Even the Longevity Immortal realm was not beyond his imagination.

That Void Tribulation Primordial Codex, though excellent, was rely icing on the cake.

With these thoughts, Han Yi’s mindset gradually beca more balanced.

No longer obsessed with obtaining the opportunity, he adopted the philosophy of "What is destined will co, and what is not ant to be should not be forced," wandering leisurely.

This place was a small town populated by ordinary mortals, with no cultivators guarding it.

Han Yi concealed his cultivation and disguised himself as a mortal, blending in.

However, the aura of a cultivator is difficult to hide completely. Among a group of ordinary mortals, Han Yi stood out like a crane among chickens.

Although it was unclear whether he was truly an "Immortal Master," his extraordinary deanor made it evident he was soone of wealth and status.

Instinctively, the mortals avoided him. Thus, Han Yi found it difficult to integrate.

His plan to secretly search for the opportunity was thwarted prematurely.

"I’ve heard that ancient cultivators cultivated their minds and spirits. Despite having heaven-reaching power, they could live harmoniously among mortals, without the slightest flaw. I truly wonder how they managed it."

Looking at the mortals in the town, who were trembling before he even spoke, Han Yi sighed inwardly.

Though they answered all his questions without omission, their responses were completely irrelevant to his purpose.

Trying to find the true opportunity among them was like chasing a fool’s dream.

Han Yi couldn’t help but feel helpless.

"Opportunities are like this—when sought deliberately, they often co to naught."

Unwilling to give up, he pretended to leave the town, changed his appearance, and returned, wandering for several more days.

Still, there were no results.

He thought about trying his luck in the areas surrounding the town, but this ti, the sensed location had narrowed even further.

The opportunity was in the town!

This tantalizing feeling of being close yet unable to grasp it made Han Yi feel suffocated, almost to the point of spitting blood.

His previously calm emotions were once again stirred up.

As his composure turned to agitation, the more impatient he beca, the further the opportunity slipped from his grasp.

He didn’t know how long he wandered the town, covering almost every inch of land.

Still, he found nothing.

The mortals in the town, however, noticed his prolonged presence and peculiar behavior.

Although they couldn’t cultivate, they weren’t fools.

This cultivator had been lingering in the town for a long ti, obviously searching for sothing.

Thus, rumors spread that there was treasure in the town.

Although neither they nor Han Yi knew what the treasure was, it didn’t stop the townsfolk from becoming suspicious and restless.

Whether hoping to secretly claim the treasure for themselves to change their fate or to offer it to the immortal master for a reward, this was a chance to transform their lives completely.

They searched through their belongings, digging out old and suspicious items for careful examination.

These small movents didn’t escape Han Yi’s sharp perception.

However, he didn’t care in the slightest.

What could re mortals know of his thods?

As long as his fortune-sensing persisted, the opportunity remained in its original place.

He only needed to monitor the town.

If sothing unusual occurred and the sensing disappeared, he would imdiately pinpoint the opportunity.

So, Han Yi simply occupied a residence in the town lord’s mansion, staying put while using his divine sense to monitor every mortal day and night.

Months passed, yet Han Yi still gained nothing.

Finally, he decided to give up.

"It seems this is not ant to be," Han Yi sighed, ready to leave.

At that mont, the long-unchanged sensing suddenly stirred!

Han Yi’s heart began to race.

"Who is it?"

Sweeping the entire town with his divine sense, Han Yi noticed an old man wearing a straw raincoat with a fishing basket on his back, preparing to leave.

"Is it him?"

Han Yi didn’t know the man’s exact na, only that he was called "Old Yu," a simple fisherman.

Every day, Old Yu fished in a river east of the town and sold his catch in the marketplace.

Quiet and unassuming, his business was diocre due to his lack of salesmanship. He barely made a living by pricing his fish cheaply.

Han Yi had seen him before, but apart from his straw raincoat, the old man had nothing.

His ho was bare, showing no signs of treasure.

"Could he have recently fished sothing out of the river?"

Han Yi’s thoughts raced as he eyed the fishing basket, becoming more convinced of his speculation.

Leaping up, he no longer hesitated and chased the fisherman out of the town.

However, just as he approached in excitent, intending to question the old man, the elderly figure with deeply wrinkled features glanced in his direction.

That single glance was like a bucket of icy water pouring over Han Yi.

His hair stood on end as he froze in terror.

"Sothing’s wrong!"

An overwhelming sense of danger surged within him, and the fortunate on he had sensed transford into a terrifying calamity.

Han Yi instantly realized the truth.

This opportunity wasn’t so treasure, and this fisherman wasn’t an ordinary mortal.

He was a hidden powerhouse, concealing himself among mortals for so unknown reason.

The opportunity was the fisherman himself!

The reason his fortune-sensing had always pointed to the town was that the fisherman remained there.

He had been blind to the true dragon before him, missing it repeatedly.

Now that the fisherman decided to leave, the sensing changed accordingly.

If he had acted rashly earlier and provoked this formidable figure…

Understanding everything in an instant, Han Yi broke into a cold sweat.

His pace slowed as he decided not to take any risks and prepared to retreat.

"Who are you, and where do you co from?"

The fisherman suddenly spoke.