Peace in This Moment, Immortality in This Moment; With Nothing to Do, One Is Like Heaven in the Mortal Realm

Peach and plum blossoms were in full bloom, both on the mountain and below it.

Willow leaves hung over the stream, and fruit had appeared in the peach grove.

Along the long road through Qingling Mountain, Lu Qing, dressed as a young Daoist, had nothing to do that day. At a flicker of thought, he crossed Worlds Apart and went south to Qianli Lake.

There were many towns around Qianli Lake.

Over the past several centuries, cultivators had gradually begun to reveal themselves amid the mortal dust.

The places where great Dao prodigies had once lived in the mortal dust, the places where they had descended into the world, had likewise slowly become known.

As a result, cities had sprung up one after another around Qianli Lake.

There were several locations of the finest quality among them, with no clear way to rank them above or below one another.

Lu Qing rarely came down the mountain. Instead of buying white tea or clear tea, he unusually bought a pot of the local famed wine—A Day of Spring at Qianli Lake.

He also bought a simple spiritual meal, faint spiritual energy drifting from it.

The food box was made from ordinary spiritwood. Aside from its fine material, everything else about it was a mundane item.

It naturally could not be called a magical artifact, but the spiritual dishes inside were all signature specialties. Lu Qing had suddenly felt the urge; people always said that one's incarnations should travel through the mortal dust.

Yet when he had made breakthroughs in the past, he had personally traveled through the mortal dust as well.

Now that rare interest had arisen in him, he naturally would not deliberately suppress it.

For Lu Qing, once a thought arose, he simply acted on it.

He was not