Longevity Mountain Wuzhuang Temple was home to immortals who lived as long as Heaven itself.
The Five Villages Temple on Longevity Mountain, a famed immortal site in the Primordial World, lay amid lush greenery, filled with an air of tranquility. Zhen Yuanzi plucked two of his renowned Ginseng Fruits and handed them to the lazy red-robed figure beside him.
"Old friend Hong Yun, you must be careful this time." Remembering something, Zhen Yuanzi spoke gravely.
Hong Yun took a big bite and savored the Ginseng Fruit, glancing over nonchalantly. "Brother Zhenyuan, why do you say that?" he mumbled.
Zhen Yuanzi sighed. "I don't know why Hongjun gave you the Primordial Purple Qi, but it's a hot potato. Who knows how many people covet it? Maybe you didn't notice, but Di Jun and his brother, along with Kunpeng and the others, looked at you differently afterward."
Hong Yun looked surprised. "Fellow Daoist Zhenyuan, could you have mistaken what you saw? Fellow Daoist Di Jun has always been known for his benevolence and generosity. Why would he covet my strand of purple qi?"
Zhen Yuanzi sighed. "You're always too quick to assume everyone's like you. You can never be too careful around others."
"It's fine. I, Hong Yun, am no pushover. If anyone really tries to seize the Primordial Purple Qi, my Nine-Nine Soul Scattering Gourd will teach them a lesson." Hong Yun proudly patted the gourd at his waist. As one of the most powerful beings in the Primordial World, he was confident he could face any foe.
Seeing him like this, Zhen Yuanzi sighed, his heart full of worry. "Stay here at my Five Villages Temple for a while. That way, you'll be safe."
Hong Yun shook his head. "Brother Zhenyuan, I've already had your Ginseng Fruit. There's no point