Han Feng observed some of the secrets of the path to immortality in Chen Changsheng, Youlan, and others.
Chen Changsheng and his group were fine at first, but things will change after a while.
For example, when Chen Changsheng gets older, his body will become younger again.
Together, they rejuvenated themselves and Chen Changsheng's cultivation level, restoring it to its state before he began cultivating.
Chen Changsheng, Youlan, and the others still felt guilty, so they cultivated even more diligently.
Although their efforts would be in vain, they didn't want to let Han Feng down too much.
Time quickly passed and evening arrived, and the sky gradually darkened.
"You've finished your cultivation; you can go back and rest now."
Han Feng waved his hand.
"But..."
Chen Changsheng, Youlan, and the others looked ashamed.
"There's nothing to regret."
Han Feng laughed and said, "I told you this isn't entirely your fault. You should go back and get some rest."
"Oh well."
Chen Changsheng, Youlan, and the others followed Han Feng's advice and returned to their homes to rest.
"It seems my idea was right. The Great Dao cultivated by Chen Changsheng and his group is destined to be different from other Great Daos."
Han Feng felt that the Great Dao of Life was something that Chen Changsheng, Youlan, and others could not cultivate.
Not to mention other major paths, which they could never cultivate.
The Southern Region is a place where there is more ocean than land, and rainfall is very abundant.
As Han Feng walked out of the private school, raindrops began to fall from the sky.
The light rain pattered down, turning into tiny water droplets as it fell to the ground.
A few passersby walked along the stone path, holding oil-paper umbrellas.
"Greetings, Master Han!"
Passersby greeted Han Feng one by one.
Changsheng Town is very small; even the smallest thing can spread throughout the entire town.
"Hello."
Han Feng replied politely.
He stopped at a blacksmith's shop, looking inside at the brightly lit furnace and the occasional sound of hammering.
This blacksmith shop is run by a man named Wang Tiezhu, who is also an immortal.
Wang Tiezhu has been a blacksmith for 100,000 years.
It can be said that no one in any place has been a blacksmith longer than him.
Wang Tiezhu was forging a sickle, the furnace was burning red-hot, and sweat kept sliding down his cheeks.
Seeing Han Feng outside, Wang Tiezhu put down the hammer in his hand.
"I never expected to have such a distinguished guest on such a rainy day."
Wang Tiezhu quickly put down the hammer in his hand and brought over two stools.
"Uncle Wang, you go about your business. I'm just taking a quick look."
Han Feng waved his hand and laughed.
“Even if you’re just here for a look, I can’t neglect you. You are the most distinguished guest in the entire Changsheng Town. The town mayor personally instructed me to do so, so I cannot be negligent.”
Wang Tiezhu sat on one stool and gave another stool to Han Feng.
Han Feng accepted the stool without ceremony, put it down, and sat down.
The light rain outside gradually intensified, pattering against the ground and rooftops.
As the rain intensified, there were almost no pedestrians on the road.
Wang Tiezhu took out a pipe unique to the southern region and began to smoke it continuously.
"Uncle Wang, can you tell me about your experience?"
Han Feng asked.
"Of course that's possible."
Wang Tiezhu took several deep drags on his cigarette and began to recount his life story.
"Back then, the Southern Region was not as peaceful as it is now. There were many immortal dynasties. Although there were no wars between the immortal dynasties, there were open and covert struggles."
“My parents were blacksmiths, but they would often move to a different place, traveling back and forth between several dynasties. Several times, things were very dangerous, and the three of us almost died.”
"At that time, I didn't know I was an immortal. I would ask my parents why I was doing well in one place but had to go to another place."
“My parents said that the blacksmith business was not easy to do, and if we stayed in one place, it would be difficult for us to make money, until one day, my father was arrested.”
"I realized that it wasn't that the blacksmith's business was bad, but rather the secret to our longevity. Because we are immortal, we can stay in one place for a long time."
“Many people will see where our problem lies. My parents don’t age at all after a few years, but it’s different for me as a child.”
“My peers have all grown up, but I haven’t changed much. This will definitely arouse suspicion. In the Southern Immortal Dynasty, the Immortal Clan is not a secret.”
“After my father was arrested, I kept crying and begging my mother to go find him, hoping that those people would release him.”
Wang Tiezhu paused here, his eyes reddening slightly: "Back then, I was quite naive and thought my mother wouldn't save my father. Later, when I grew up, I realized that if we had gone there, neither my mother nor I would have been able to come back."
Han Feng didn't want to reopen Wang Tiezhu's wounds, but he had no choice but to do so.
Wang Tiezhu sighed, "More than a hundred years have passed, and my mother was captured by a passing cultivator. I have to live alone now."
"Back then, I was no different from an eighteen-year-old boy. I was already very skilled in blacksmithing, but I didn't open a blacksmith shop directly."
"Instead, I'll work at a larger blacksmith shop, so that when I want to leave, I won't be so restricted."
“An eighteen-year-old boy is in the prime of his growth. In two or three months, people won’t have too many doubts.”
"But if there's no change after a year or two, it will seem very strange, and someone might report you."
"In the eyes of many cultivators, we, the longevity race, are of great research value, and in the eyes of some high-ranking officials and nobles, we are very attractive."
"According to some statistics, the number of people who have died at the hands of high-ranking officials and nobles is far greater than the number of people in the eyes of cultivators. These high-ranking officials and nobles all believe that by eating our flesh, they can achieve immortality."
"After all, most of these high-ranking officials and nobles do not have spiritual roots and cannot achieve immortality through cultivation, so they will think of some crooked ways to achieve immortality."
Han Feng nodded and said, "That's true. Some high-level cultivators are just interested, but if they can't figure out anything, they might give up. These high-ranking officials and nobles are just ordinary people. They know too little, so they will desperately study immortality."
"I am luckier than many to have survived to this day, but I am also unfortunate."
Wang Tiezhu sighed.
"Uncle Wang, can you tell me what happened to your family members besides your parents?"
Han Feng felt it was a bit impolite and added, "You don't have to say if you don't want to."
“There’s nothing I can’t say. Keeping these things to myself can drive a person crazy. Telling you about them makes me feel better.”
Wang Tiezhu took a few puffs of his pipe and said, "Back then, I thought I was an immortal, living a life of constant wandering. If my descendants were normal mortals, I wouldn't have to suffer like this, I wouldn't have to wander, and I could live a normal life."
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