It's Too Hard to Cultivate Immortality

Fuyao Palace.

The Palace Master's chambers.

The two Palace Masters buried their heads in study, diligently and tirelessly prying into each other's old homes.

Lu Bei lowered his head and played with the bird, occasionally revealing a gratified smile.

More precisely, he was fiddling with the Black Tortoise Ring on the Black Winged Golden Eyed Eagle's claw.

The scumbag had acquired a divine artifact and rushed to Zhao Qin overnight to test it. Out of distrust toward Yinglong, he did not carve the teleportation point into his disciple's boudoir. Instead, he placed it as far away as possible, choosing Jinghong Cliff on Tianzi Mountain, the former headquarters of the Imperial Observatory.

The test proved effective, just as expected.

One second, he had still been in the library, stealing books and searching for any fish that had slipped through the net of Jiang Suxin's sordid history. The next, he had returned to Fuyao Palace and released the two Palace Masters.

This test not only verified the Scum Path's divine ability, but also unearthed a hidden function of the Black Tortoise Ring.

Inside the ring were records its previous owner had never deleted.

On Lu Bei, this was called a dashcam. On Jiang Suxin, it was called a journey of study.

Jiang Suxin had read ten thousand books and traveled ten thousand miles. His journey of study had not been limited to the southeastern side of the Kyushu Continent. The Human Sacred Land, the Far West Land, and the Myriad Monster Kingdom all bore the traces of his footsteps.

What shocked Lu Bei most was that Jiang Suxin had visited Wu Zhou and left a teleportation-point imprint at Immortal Mountain.

Before the Heavenly Sword Sect moved, its base had been at Immortal Mountain.

It was entirely possible—indeed, highly likely—that Jiang Suxin had