My Longevity Simulation Chapter 596

Novel: My Longevity Simulation Author: Angry Squid Updated: Jun 04, 2026

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Now reading: Chapter 596 from My Longevity Simulation, a Mystery novel by Angry Squid.

This location was already several miles away from the small town, a desolate wilderness with no one else around.

Only Han Yi and the Old Fisherman stood there.

The Old Fisherman spoke, and the question was obviously directed at Han Yi.

When a powerful cultivator asks, how could he dare not answer?

Han Yi felt his scalp tingle with fear.

But his life was at stake; he absolutely couldn’t afford to defy the other party. Reluctantly, he flew closer, landed on the ground, lowered his head, bowed deeply, and greeted, "I greet the senior."

Unexpectedly, the Old Fisherman wasn’t appeased by such courtesy.

Frowning, he asked again, "Where are you from?"

Han Yi’s heart pounded violently as if it would explode.

It was obvious that his earlier hesitation had already irritated the elder.

As the saying goes, “Three strikes, and you're out.” If his next response still displeased the elder, it might an his head would part ways with his body!

Yet, his journey was guided by the fortunes in his heart, seeking his own destiny.

But how could he possibly share such a thing with others?

Though the elder before him had an unfathomable cultivation level, there was no guarantee he wouldn’t covet The Heavenly Fate Scripture.

If Han Yi revealed the truth, he would likely face a fate of having his soul searched and life essence drained.

It seed that no matter what he did, death awaited him.

Han Yi’s mind raced wildly, and within a mont, he thought of an ambiguous answer.

Noticing the elder's expression growing impatient, Han Yi steeled himself and forced out a response, "Junior has co here pursuing an item."

"Following its trail for ten thousand miles, I arrived here, only to lose all traces of it."

Afterward, he lowered his head and waited for his fate.

Unexpectedly, the strange and powerful elder didn’t reprimand him.

After a long silence, his tone grew sowhat pensive: "So, you’ve also lost sothing?"

"Also?"

Hearing that word, Han Yi imdiately sensed a glimr of hope. He quickly nodded, "Exactly so. This item is very important to , so I’ve traversed mountains and rivers to retrieve it. Yet, heaven has not granted my wish..."

The Old Fisherman’s tone softened.

He gazed at Han Yi and nodded approvingly, "Precious things must be well-kept. Once lost, finding them again is no easy matter."

"I don’t even know how long I’ve been searching, yet I still haven’t found mine."

Han Yi dared not ask what the elder had lost.

At this mont, he felt relieved to have narrowly escaped death.

Not daring to speak recklessly, he rely replied, "Senior’s words are a lesson to rember."

He then lowered his head and remained silent, no longer concerning himself with any opportunities, only praying the Old Fisherman would leave soon.

However, sothing that made his heart stop abruptly occurred again.

At that mont, he suddenly heard the elder say, "Do not move!"

Han Yi's body froze in place.

Believing he was about to et his end, countless images from his life flashed through his mind.

There was the ecstatic joy of discovering The Heavenly Fate Scripture in an ancient ruin shortly after entering the Qi Condensation stage.

There was the anguish of repeated Foundation Establishnt failures due to the backlash of cultivating the scripture.

And there was the exhilaration of narrowly escaping death in the small world of Beast Realm, finally achieving Foundation Establishnt upon his return, and feeling as though the world was his to conquer.

...

"Am I about to die?"

Han Yi thought despairingly.

Just when he had given up all hope, the Old Fisherman frowned and said, "No wonder you couldn’t find it—it’s been under surveillance this whole ti?"

With a casual wave of his hand, it seed as if the elder severed sothing invisible.

Instead of death, Han Yi felt an inexplicable sense of relief.

It was as if a shackle that had long bound him suddenly vanished.

"Under surveillance? What does that an?"

Han Yi was montarily bewildered, then realized with a start:

"Have I been watched this entire ti?"

"No wonder I’ve always felt like nothing was going right. Has every move of mine been under soone else’s control?"

Recalling how he used to observe mortals daily in the small town, Han Yi broke into a cold sweat.

"Who?"

"When?"

Faces flashed through Han Yi’s mind one after another.

Each seed suspicious, yet none fit completely.

"You young people..." The Old Fisherman shook his head at Han Yi’s pale, frightened face.

"Traveling alone, you must always be cautious. Being watched for so long—haven’t all your secrets been laid bare?"

"Perhaps the thing you’re searching for has already been stolen," the elder lanted, as if pitying him.

"But I don’t bla you..." Suddenly, the Old Fisherman’s tone shifted.

He frowned slightly and looked up at the sky.

"The people in this area have so very unpleasant habits," he said, narrowing his eyes as though recalling sothing serious.

"Senior, please save !"

Perhaps it was the elder’s montary display of "kindness," or perhaps Han Yi was terrified by the realization of having been watched without knowing.

Han Yi’s composure broke, and he knelt before the Old Fisherman, kowtowing in desperation.

"Save you?"

The Old Fisherman was briefly puzzled by Han Yi’s plea.

"You needn’t worry. I’ve taught that person a harsh lesson. They won’t be able to watch you anymore."

Hearing this, Han Yi was overjoyed.

"May I ask, senior, who was watching , and what did they look like?"

The Old Fisherman hesitated. "They were too far away, and my eyesight isn’t what it used to be, so I couldn’t see clearly..."

"No matter, I still ask senior to help identify them!" Grasping at this lifeline, Han Yi felt he couldn’t rest easy without knowing who had been spying on him.

He used the Water Mirror Technique to recreate the faces of those he had interacted with over the years, focusing on the most suspicious ones.

"Senior, please..."

Just as Han Yi was about to speak, he sensed a strange tension in the air.

Turning his head, he felt a sinking dread.

In his panic, he had also included the scene from the sky above the Congyun Sea, where he had glimpsed the [Trapped Sword of Azure Wind].

At that mont, the Fisherman Elder was staring intently at the scene.

"Could it be that he’s recognized the characteristics of the Spirit of Heaven-Earth?"

Han Yi imdiately regretted his actions.

"A sword..."

But the elder wasn’t focused on the Spirit of Heaven-Earth.

"A sword?"

Han Yi’s gaze also fell on the broken sword trapped by the Azure Wind.