The Immortal Caressed My Crown, Tied My Hair, and Bestowed Longevity

He suddenly raised his head.

Qin Wangchuan remained calm, his eyes showing no trace of covetousness.

Fan Yuan hurriedly stood up, his face full of shame. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but his throat felt like it was blocked by something.

Qin Wangchuan guessed what he was thinking.

He didn't say much, but simply gestured for the things on the table to be served.

Fan Yuan realized what was happening and quickly picked up the paper, reading it carefully.

This glance had a significant impact.

Although he didn't quite understand some parts, he could tell that it was a Cultivation Practice Method of extremely high level.

It is highly likely that he shares the same origin as the old immortal master who guided him back then.

"With this technique, I have hope of breaking through to the Celestial Person!" Fan Yuan's voice trembled, his hands shaking so much he could barely hold the paper. "As for this White Dew Mountain... does the master know where it is?"

Qin Wangchuan shook his head. "I don't know."

"I never expected this, I never expected this..." Fan Yuan let out a long breath, his eyes slightly red. "The opportunity for a breakthrough has always been right beside me; I've been searching for it for most of my life."

"How lamentable, how lamentable!"

He was so excited that he was incoherent, and it took him a while to calm down.

Their gazes fell on Qin Wangchuan.

"I was able to obtain this technique entirely thanks to your help, sir."

He immediately bowed respectfully, his knees touching the ground.

"Please make a copy of this technique, sir."

Qin Wangchuan looked at him and nodded.

It's not that they've forgotten their roots.

"Aren't you afraid I'll spread this technique around?" he asked casually, his tone slightly teasing.

Fan Yuan straightened up and said solemnly, "This thing was only able to see the light of day again thanks to you, sir. If you have this idea, I will certainly not stop you."

"Your attitude is quite good." Qin Wangchuan waved his hand. "Alright."

"I don't need this, you can take it."

No need.

These three words, once they reached my ears, felt like a bucket of cold water being poured over my head.

Fan Yuan was stunned for a moment, and the surging passion in his mind slowly cooled down.

He looked down at the paper in his hand, then at Qin Wangchuan.

The other person's expression was calm; it wasn't feigned, but rather a genuine indifference.

He suddenly understood.

What he treasured was nothing to the young man before him.

If before it was merely awe of the unknown, now he is truly convinced.

This person isn't pretending to be profound; they are a genuine expert.

So high that he couldn't even see his shadow.

Fan Yuan took a deep breath, bowed deeply, and said, "Thank you for your guidance, sir."

"I owe you one... no, ten favors!"

Let's skip the favor.

Qin Wangchuan didn't have any particular thoughts, but Zhou Heng's stubborn face inexplicably appeared in his mind.

That boy, obsessed with revenge.

This could be an opportunity.

"You really want to repay me?" He paused, "There's a guy named Zhou Heng at the martial arts school."

"Whether it's giving him pointers or taking him on as a disciple, let's just look after him."

"Since you have asked, sir, I will certainly not refuse."

Fan Yuan readily agreed, but then hesitated, "I just don't know... why doesn't the master personally guide you?"

Qin Wangchuan shook his head and did not respond.

After learning that this might be Outer Realm world, he made up his mind.

We will not bring the cultivation system from the Three Thousand Provinces to this place.

What it will cause, nobody knows.

Besides, whether it's from the Outer Realm is still just speculation, so it's better to be cautious.

Fan Yuan's original travel plans were thus put on hold.

While studying the cultivation techniques within the Jade Pendant, he found a pretext to approach Zhou Heng.

He wasn't in a hurry to bring up the matter of taking on apprentices, but would just go to the martial arts school every few days to give a few pointers.

Zhou Heng was initially wary, but after seeing the old man reveal his identity Cultivator, he listened attentively.

When the time was right, Fan Yuan formally proposed taking on apprentices.

The news caused an uproar throughout the martial arts school.

Who is Fan Yuan?

Ninth Level of Cultivators of cultivation is considered a Celestial Master by ordinary people!

Such a person suddenly wants to take a kid who isn't even Martial Practitioner as his disciple.

Aside from Zhou Heng's extraordinary talent, I can't think of any other possibility.

Congratulations, Zhou Heng!

"You've really hit the jackpot!"

"Don't forget us when you become successful!"

Zhou Heng was surrounded by a crowd, with praise pouring in, creating a lively atmosphere like Chinese New Year.

Zhou Heng was surrounded by the crowd, a smile on his face.

There were surprises, but beneath them, he maintained a clear-headedness that was hard to define.

Only he knew that he had absolutely no aptitude for cultivation.

It seems like you're better than others, but it's just that you've practiced for a few more hours and sweated a bit more.

Whether you have talent or not, only you know best.

Such good fortune struck Zhou Heng; it felt like a dream.

But what kind of dream is this?

He thought about it over and over, but couldn't figure it out.

At night.

Zhou Heng found Fan Yuan under the locust tree in the backyard of the martial arts school.

The moonlight fell between the two, casting long shadows.

Fan Yuan sat on the stone bench, looking at the awkward young man in front of him. With a single glance, he understood the other's thoughts and intentions.

'I'm about the same age as you, but I'm not even a fraction as good as you...' He shook his head as soon as the thought crossed his mind.

A person like him is one in a million; how can he be compared to an ordinary person?

"Kid, I know what you're thinking."

"Afraid I have ulterior motives, right?" Fan Yuan smiled casually. "Aren't there rumors circulating outside that someone practices Evil Art and tricks people into going there to refine pills in hopes of achieving immortality?"

Zhou Heng didn't speak, but his tense shoulders betrayed him.

"I can tell you with absolute certainty," Fan Yuan said, his smile fading, "That I accepted you as my disciple at the request of a highly accomplished person."

"A master?" Zhou Heng was taken aback.

"Yes, a master." Fan Yuan stroked his beard and said slowly, "Speaking of which, you might know that master."

"The master didn't say he wanted to hide it from you; he just instructed me to give you some pointers."

"Whether you repay him in the future is your business."

He paused.

"That master's surname is Qin, and his given name is Wangchuan."

Qin Wangchuan!

These three words, when they entered my ears, were like a pebble thrown into a calm pond.

Zhou Heng's mind exploded with a bang.

He suddenly stood up, knocking over the stool, which crashed to the ground with a thud.

"Him? He sent you?" Zhou Heng's voice changed, and the expression on his face was hard to tell whether it was shock, disbelief, or both.

Fan Yuan didn't move, but simply looked up at him and gave a faint "hmm".

"Impossible!" Zhou Heng gritted his teeth, forcing the words out of his throat. "Isn't he a blacksmith? Just a mere blacksmith!"

Fan Yuan suddenly stood up, his face darkening. "Watch your words!"

He looked around to make sure no one was nearby before sitting down again and lowering his voice. "Kid, you seem to have misunderstood something."

"Sir, you are indeed working as a blacksmith."

"But that doesn't mean he's an ordinary person."

"Immortal touched my head, bestowing upon me immortality." Fan Yuan stood with his hands behind his back, his tone tinged with a sigh, "I have traveled the world, seeking immortals for half my life, only to find in the end—the immortals are right before my eyes, yet I live the life of a mortal."

"Chopping wood, forging iron, lighting lamps, reading books, and bickering with the girl next door."

Fan Yuan paused, his gaze falling into the distance.

"He looks ordinary. But just a few casual words from him made me realize that there are always people more capable than you."

"Having spent half my life traveling all over the country, I might as well sit in this little courtyard for one night."

Zhou Heng opened his mouth, but said nothing.

(P. S.: I'm picking up the car tomorrow, so I might have to take a day off.)