Each of the Three Innate Realms added a hundred years to one's lifespan. As for anything beyond the Innate Realm, no one had ever heard of it, much less reached it. It seemed not to exist.
Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
Lin Fan straightened his clothes and sealed the Demonic Blade away in a hidden place.
Then he made himself look as though he had spent days on the road, dusty and travel-worn, and headed leisurely toward Commandery City.
He even wore a dejected expression, as though he had searched bitterly for the Demon Monk for five or six days, tramped through the mountains, and come away empty-handed.
After entering the city, he returned to his residence in the south.
The Residence-Guarding Formation shimmered green as Lin Fan stepped through its curtain of light and into the courtyard.
Everything at home was as it had been, and his family was safe and well.
Su Qingwei rested beneath the veranda with their two children. Lin Ruoruo and Chu Lingxi sat opposite each other in the courtyard, practicing calligraphy. The Golden Rat, Mao Mao, lay curled up on the stone table, dozing. A gentle breeze crossed the courtyard, and all was peaceful.
Everyone brightened when they saw Lin Fan return.
From then on, Lin Fan settled back into his steady, unchanging daily routine.
Only that routine had quietly changed a little.
His daily cultivation now meant spending 350,000 taels of silver to accelerate his training 35,000-fold. He also practiced Alchemy, refining eighty Top-Grade High-Grade Pills every day.
Life remained calm and uneventful. Another half month flowed by like water.
During that time, the Ten Thousand Prosperity Medicine Depot made another delivery, once again filling three large wagons to the brim.
After settling the Silver Taels, however, Lin Fan