Compared to longevity, the Great Dao was harder to come by.
The Dao gave birth yet did not possess, acted yet did not rely on merit, nurtured yet did not rule.
In truth, Li Xiangyan felt that the longer he cultivated the Dao, the closer he drew to it, the more he could sense the Great Dao's profundity. He understood it, yet did not understand it. Every enlightenment brought him nearer to the Dao, but opportunities for enlightenment were rare in a lifetime—well, except for a certain heaven-defying demon monkey.
To be honest, the mysterious man's proposal was very tempting.
Everyone had greed and desire.
The chance to break open the shackles, no longer be suppressed by Heaven's will, and from then on devote himself to cultivation and attain longevity—Li Xiangyan could not let that go. He truly hesitated. Such was human nature.
Immortals had not severed their desires; they had merely grown better at controlling them. They had not truly cast them aside.
Yet something in his heart persisted, unwilling to let the Great Dao be led astray by this.
He had cultivated the Gentleman Sword all his life. Poisoning others was beneath contempt and went against his original heart.
Moreover, to administer the poison, he would have to deceive Junior Sister Yu Rong. Turning his hand against a fellow disciple was the most shameful thing of all. Defying the patriarch's teachings, deceiving a fellow disciple, and doing such despicable deeds—if he truly took that step, he would be doomed beyond redemption. Even if he succeeded, it would leave a knot in his heart, and his path of seeking the Dao would likely come to an end.
He gave a bitter, helpless sigh.
"Your Excellency truly understands human nature. Yes, this poor Daoist was indeed tempted. No one could