Seeking Immortals and the Dao

Su Zhi said she would think it over, then quickly left.

Watching Su Zhi's departing figure, Lu Ren withdrew his gaze and looked toward Li Kong Mountain.

By chance, an old man was passing along a small path at the foot of Li Kong Mountain, driving two oxen. Lu Ren stepped forward and asked, "Excuse me, sir. Do you know whether there are immortals or gods on Li Kong Mountain?"

The old man looked at the tall man who had been standing by the roadside, staring endlessly toward Li Kong Mountain's summit, and smiled. "You're here to seek immortals and the Dao too, aren't you, young man?"

Lu Ren raised a brow. "Sir, are there many people like me?"

"Of course there are. I've seen plenty of young men like you over the years!" The old man smiled as he gestured. "Just a few days ago, there was a richly dressed young master who said there was an immortal sect up there. He asked me for directions, saying he wanted to enter the immortal path."

At this point, the old man sighed softly. "But the immortal path is so elusive. How could it be so easy to find? If it really could be found so easily, wouldn't everyone in the world be able to cultivate immortality?"

He pointed toward a sunken ravine some distance away. "Just yesterday, I moved his body and gave him a proper burial. Look, from here, you can see the little mound I piled up."

Old Zhang said with deep emotion, "That young master was clearly someone of status. He should have had a bright future ahead of him, yet he died for that illusory immortal path. What a pity.

"Even now, no one from his family has come looking for him. He's become a lonely