Life-Prolonging Pill

Shangguan Hongyue brought Chen Xian along on her flying sword, introducing the current map structure of Mystic Cloud Sword Sect as they went.

"Ever since we advanced to a sect-level power, the sect has expanded with several additional peaks."

"Aside from the Sect Leader Peak, Morning Sun Peak and Sunset Valley serve as training grounds and residences for outer disciples."

"The six peaks surrounding us—Sword, Pill, Artifact, Talisman, Formation, and Beast—all belong to inner disciples."

"Since this junior has now broken through to the Sword Master Realm, I am an inner disciple, so my training and residence are on Mystic Cloud Peak, also known as Sword Peak Mountain."

When it came to talking about Mystic Cloud Sword Sect, Shangguan Hongyue was quite talkative.

Chen Xian nodded along repeatedly.

If it weren't for this girl, he'd probably get lost inside Mystic Cloud Sword Sect.

The sect was enormous—comparable in area to the university in Taiwan he knew before transmigrating, which spanned 340 square kilometers.

"Grandmaster Uncle, let me first take you to Pill Peak to get the Life-Prolonging Pill."

Shangguan Hongyue pointed to a peak in the distance, mostly covered in cyan-colored buildings.

Just then...

"Boom! Boom-boom!"

A sound like war drums pounding echoed through the mountain valleys.

Two pitch-black giant warships, each the size and appearance of an aircraft carrier, slowly rose from a distant valley into the clouds.

At the same moment, hundreds of streaks of multicolored spiritual light shot up from every peak, like a swarm of hornets passing by, buzzing as they flew toward the warships.

One by one, the lights landed, transforming into spirited, handsome male and female cultivators who stood in neat rows on the decks.

Chen Xian's murky eyes trembled slightly. "So this is the true strength of Mystic Cloud Sword Sect? It's practically a war machine!"

"Set out!"

The war banners fluttered fiercely as the two elders standing at the forefront of the ships shouted with commanding authority.

The two warships, like awakened beasts, slowly began to move forward.

Chen Xian was about to say that these things weren't even as fast as flying swords, when the next moment:

"Whoosh—"

A buzzing sound rang out as a yellow light shield enveloped the warships, and they entered an acceleration state, their speed increasing rapidly.

"Swish!"

Chen Xian blinked, and the two ships vanished directly before his eyes!

Only long contrails remained, proof that two great ships had been here moments ago.

"Holy shit... No wonder those who cultivate mysticism and immortality don't bother with conventional tech trees."

This thing flies faster than a missile!

"I hope everyone returns safely." Shangguan Hongyue gazed at the contrails in the sky, murmuring softly.

"Hm?" Chen Xian glanced at the girl in surprise, not expecting her to care so much about her fellow disciples.

"I need to train hard! I'll break through to the third level of the Sword Master Realm as soon as possible, so I can join the battle!"

Shangguan Hongyue clenched her small fist, her eyes filled with a thirst for power.

"Work hard then! This old man will also train diligently."

Chen Xian, inspired by her spirit, couldn't help but encourage her.

"Hm? Senior, can you still cultivate?"

Shangguan Hongyue tilted her head, looking at the old man beside her with confusion.

She had thought before that Senior was hiding his strength, but now she understood—Senior had "lost all his cultivation."

Can someone who has lost all their cultivation still train?

"Why not? Maybe before long, I'll even surpass you, girl!"

Chen Xian raised a white brow slightly, stroking his beard with a mysterious tone.

He possessed the Mystic Jade Sword Bone, and his Sword Dao comprehension was now quadrupled!

Later, if he refined the trait [Sword Dao Affinity]—eight times? Ten times?

Once he started cultivating, wouldn't his cultivation skyrocket like a rocket?

A cheater doesn't play by the rules.

"Pfft, Grandmaster Uncle, you're just bragging~"

Shangguan Hongyue had grown familiar with Chen Xian and even made a funny face at him.

"What do you mean, bragging? Don't you know how to respect your elders?"

Chen Xian was indignant and flicked her on the forehead.

"Doesn't hurt! Nyeh nyeh nyeh!"

Shangguan Hongyue had already anticipated his movements, her Sword Qi protecting her body. With her cultivation at the Sword Master Realm, she felt nothing at all.

Chen Xian sighed helplessly: "When you're old, everyone gets to push you around!"

After Chen Xian followed Shangguan Hongyue on a rough tour of the various peaks, he was settled into an inner disciple's separate courtyard on Mystic Cloud Peak.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, holding a jade box in his hand.

Inside this was the Life-Prolonging Pill.

The steward who gave him the pill said it was a sixth-grade lower-tier pill, capable of extending life by two and a half years.

Chen Xian didn't know what level a sixth-grade pill was, but it was certainly extremely precious.

Someone like him, an old man nearing death, was a liability anywhere, yet they still gave it to him for free.

He had to admit, the Mystic Cloud Sword Sect treated their "retired predecessors" quite well.

He suddenly understood why Shangguan Hongyue would pray for her fellow sect brothers and sisters.

A sect like this—who wouldn't love it?

Chen Xian carefully opened the jade box. A perfectly round green pill lay quietly on the soft cushion.

He reached out, pinched it, then closed his eyes and stuffed it into his mouth.

There was no strange taste as he had guessed. As soon as the Life-Prolonging Pill entered his mouth, it turned into a cool liquid that slid down his throat.

This cool sensation lasted only about a minute or two before disappearing.

There were no strange reactions either. He felt as if he had just eaten a mint candy that melted on his tongue; his mind seemed a bit clearer.

With a thought: "Panel!"

[Name: Chen Xian]
[Realm: Dao Disciple, First Layer]
[Lifespan: Two years, seven months]
[...]

"What the hell!" Seeing that his lifespan had actually changed, Chen Xian's first reaction wasn't joy, but a cold sweat breaking out.

One Life-Prolonging Pill could add two and a half years of life. Two and a half years—wasn't that two years and six months?

Before, the panel had shown his lifespan as [Less than one year]. He had thought he still had at least half a year left to live!

Damn it! It had only been a month left! He had almost kicked the bucket and died of old age!

Chen Xian's back went cold. And without this Life-Prolonging Pill, he might have turned his closed-door cultivation into a permanent closed-door coffin.

In one month, even if he cheated without any limits, it was highly unlikely he could break through to the Dao Master Realm.

He had asked Shangguan Hongyue indirectly about the relationship between lifespan and realm.

He learned that only upon reaching the Dao Master Realm would one gain an additional twenty years of life.

After that, each subsequent layer added three years.

So Lei Qingyang had basically saved his life!

"Thank you, Mystic Cloud, thank you, Sect Leader! I really need to kowtow to Sect Leader Lei."

"Sect Leader Lei, good people are rewarded. May you live a hundred years!"

Chen Xian stuck his butt up, lying on the bed, and bowed in the direction of the Sect Leader's peak.

"Ah-choo!"

Lei Qingyang, who was handling sect affairs, suddenly sneezed.

He blew his nose in confusion:

"Strange. As a Dao Venerable realm expert, how could I sneeze? It must be those old bastards from the Blood Demon Sect cursing me!"

An elder walked over and handed him a cup of hot tea: "Sect Leader, I checked the Archives Hall."

"Well? Did you find anything?"

Lei Qingyang took a sip of tea without looking up, quickly processing various reports with his hands.

"More or less found it?" The elder hesitated for a moment, then nodded. He took out a rolled, damaged scroll from his Mustard Seed Bag and spread it in front of Lei Qingyang.

<Mystic Cloud Sword Sect—Detailed Record of the Gengzi Year Blood Demon Sect Invasion and the Annihilation of Sword Suppression Peak>

Lei Qingyang's eyes moved rapidly. On one line in the middle, he spotted a record:

Inner Disciple **Chen***Sword Bone Missing

The content was already damaged and incomplete, but Lei Qingyang let out a long breath: "It should be right. He really is our junior uncle."

"Take good care of him from now on."