"I never imagined that Qingyang City would fall into such a state." Song Luo sighed as he looked at the main street. After all, it was the last city where the Qingyang Immortal lived, and it had become so dilapidated.

The noodle shop owner sighed deeply: "Things have been better for the last thousand years. According to what the elders have said, in the past, cultivators would always come to Qingyang City looking for some kind of treasure. When they couldn't find it, they would take their anger out on ordinary people and this city. Qingyang City has no spiritual energy, so naturally no cultivators live here. How can mortals withstand the attacks of cultivators?"

Song Luo said indignantly, "They've gone too far!"

"So what if they go too far? With Qingyang Immortal gone, who can stop them? Fortunately, they have searched for thousands of years but found nothing. Now they have completely given up on this place, so we ordinary mortals can finally live in peace for a few days."

Song Xia shook her head: "Even if there really is some treasure, with the wisdom of the Qingyang Immortal, he would not let them inherit it."

"We thought so too, but those cultivators just wouldn't listen. They even destroyed the stone statue of Qingyang Immortal back then."

"Old man, are there still statues of the Immortal Qingyang in the city? We would like to go and pay our respects."

"It's long gone. If you really want to pay your respects, go to the former residence of the Qingyang Immortal. But it has been destroyed countless times. Just pray to the mountain."

"Okay, we understand, sir. Do you know which family in the city makes the best quality paper money and incense?"

The noodle shop owner laughed and said, "It seems you really are going to pay your respects. Then go to Old Liu's place at the end of the street. Although Old Liu has a bad temper, his paper money and incense are the best, and they're not expensive."

"Thank you, sir. We will definitely go and buy it."

After finishing their noodles, Song Xia and Song Luo went to buy some incense and candles. Hearing that the immortal Qingyang loved to drink when he was alive, they also bought two jars of wine and a roast chicken.

Song Luo looked dejected: "So many people have come here. It seems we have little hope."

"What did your mother tell you? We can't put our hopes on others, and besides, we might not necessarily lose to Qin Taiming now."

"But Sunset Forest will definitely suffer heavy casualties. If the human race takes the opportunity to launch another attack, I can't even imagine what the consequences would be."

"It's all up to us. If it really comes to that, then we'll fight to the last moment."

The mother and son arrived at a small hill outside the city. It really was a small hill with hardly any trees on it. Song Xia could recognize it because there was a small lake in front of the hill. She could even imagine the Qingyang Immortal building a wooden house there and leisurely drinking and fishing.

Unfortunately, the trees and bamboo on the mountain are gone now, and the small lake is almost dried up; only tadpoles swim in it.

"There were traces of trees planted on the mountain, but unfortunately, because they were destroyed by cultivators, ordinary trees cannot survive."

Song Luo had an idea: "Mother, why don't we plant some? We can fill the lake with water and raise some fish in it."

Song Xia looked at him amusedly: "Aren't you in a hurry to find a successor?"

"Anyway, we can't find it in a short time, so it won't take much time."

“Okay, we can also build the wooden house, so that if anyone comes to worship Qingyang Immortal in the future, there will be a place to worship.”

The mother and son got right to work, even summoning the little Qilin to bring out some soil and fruit trees from the secret realm. They also added some spiritual spring water to the nearly dried-up lake, and then Song Xia used magic to bring rain, filling the small lake and allowing the flowers and plants to sprout.

Within three days, the hill became lush and green, and small animals from the distant forests came attracted by the scent and made their home there, creating a vibrant scene.

"This..." The old man who had come out of town to chop firewood was stunned by the drastic changes to the mountain, and then tears streamed down his face.

"Sir, are you alright?"

"It's alright. Are you cultivators? Did you do this?"

"After all, this is the homeland of the Qingyang Immortal. We are merely doing our small part."

“But you are the first cultivators to do this since Immortal Qingyang disappeared. Immortal Qingyang was a good person. It is recorded in the books that at that time, Qingyang City was just a small village, but it was infected with a plague. If it weren’t for Immortal Qingyang, everyone in the village would have died.”

"The Immortal Qingyang saved countless people and left behind scriptures to help people cultivate and achieve immortality. He was truly a great benefactor."

“What good is great kindness? He saved the people in the village, but after he died, they destroyed the residence of the Immortal Qingyang.”

Song Xia was astonished: "Uncle, how do you know so much?"

"It's just passed down from generation to generation." The old man wiped away his tears. "You are different from those cultivators who come looking for inheritance."

Song Luo shrugged and chuckled: "Obtaining a legacy depends on luck and requires passing tests. It can't be forcibly taken away."

"It's rare to find a cultivator as insightful as you, young man. You will surely achieve the Great Dao."

"I would like to," Song Luo said with a slight sigh, "but I'm afraid I won't have the chance."

"If you cultivate diligently and maintain a calm state of mind, how could you not have an opportunity?"

"Uncle, you wouldn't understand even if I explained it to you. To put it simply, someone wants to kill me and my family, but we are not as powerful as them."

"Then why don't you just increase your cultivation level?"

"Unless I have another hundred years, even in just one hundred years, I don't know if I can cultivate to the Tribulation Transcending stage, otherwise it will be dangerous."

The old man chuckled and said, "Young man, you don't seem like bad people, so I'll tell you a secret. I have no descendants, and if I don't tell you this secret now, I'm afraid no one will ever know it again."

"What secret?" Song Luo didn't seem to care, but Song Xia looked serious and then pulled Song Luo to bow deeply.

Song Luo was stunned, then instantly realized, could it be such a coincidence that this old man knew the location of the Qingyang Immortal's inheritance?

The old man said to himself, "This secret has been passed down through generations of my family. Along with this secret, there is also a saying: the time to reveal the secret is when our family has no descendants. Over the years, I have only met two cultivators like you. You must be the destined ones."

"Thank you for telling me, sir."

The old man pointed to the mountain opposite and said, "What you want is right there, but if you want to get it, you have to go to Sunset Forest first. There is an old tree in the forest. Get a branch from it and stick it on the mountain, and that will do."

Song Xia and Song Luo were stunned again. They hadn't expected that to gain the approval of Qingyang Immortal, they would first gain the approval of Uncle Qing/Grandpa Qing. Each of them had a branch.

“What a coincidence, we have this.” Song Xia took it out to show the old man.

The old man laughed heartily: "As expected, I was right. You really are destined people. Go quickly. I have completed my mission and can now rest in peace."