Qi Condensation Realm cultivators who could live to a hundred and forty were an absolute rarity.
As for Martial Spring Realm cultivators, their lifespans generally hovered around two hundred years.
But Old Li's talent for cultivation was simply too poor. He probably had no chance of breaking through to the martial spring realm in his entire life.
And so, he began pinning his hopes on other avenues.
Obscure cultivation methods, for instance, and all sorts of ancient texts.
That was precisely why Old Li would pore over books like the Regional Gazetteer of the Great Wilderness Immortal Kingdom, a classic example of unofficial history riddled with fabricated accounts.
And everyone in Forgotten River City who knew Old Li, whether Immortal Cultivators or mortals, thought the fellow had long since become obsessed and lost his mind.
"The Great Wilderness Immortal Kingdom has been gone for so many years, but that doesn't mean no one can get married..."
Old Li continued with a perfectly straight face.
"Is that so, venerable immortal master? Then tell us, which prince of the Great Wilderness Immortal Kingdom's imperial family is getting married?"
The burly man continued teasing him.
Old Li shook his head:
"The Great Wilderness Immortal Kingdom perished long ago, and its imperial family was buried beneath the yellow sands long ago, too."
Hearing this, the burly man pressed him further:
"What's going on, venerable immortal master? Didn't you say twelve tolls of the bell meant there was a wedding in the Great Wilderness Immortal Kingdom's imperial family?"
"Indeed."
Old Li said:
"Only, it's a ghost marriage."
"A ghost marriage?"
The smile on the burly man's face broadened, and he turned to look at the other patrons at the tea stall.
Everyone wore the same expression as the burly man, as though watching a farce.