Li Xiaoya was flying through the air that day. After more than ten days of travel, he had already crossed into the Liang Kingdom. Suddenly, his expression shifted, and he looked to his left, but saw nothing. He then looked down at the ground and spotted a small village at the foot of a distant mountain. Fluctuations of cultivators' auras came from within; apparently, there were cultivators there, and one of them was even at the Core Condensation Stage. His interest stirred. His figure blurred and vanished, and before long, he landed on the outskirts of the mountain village.
The villagers were all gathered around a stone house, doing who knew what, and cheers rose from them now and then.
Curious, Li Xiaoya approached. With his current cultivation, even a late condensed core cultivator might not detect him when he used the Invisibility Art, so he had nothing to fear. Yet his Divine Sense told him that the Core Condensation Stage cultivator was in a tall tree not far away, while the cultivator with the faint aura, only at the fourth layer of true cultivation, was inside the little house, surrounded by villagers. His interest stirred again. In a flash, he slipped inside and saw a cultivator dressed as a Daoist priest, looking every inch an immortal sage, examining the villagers and taking their pulses.
"Your illness is quite serious!" the priest said with affected solemnity. "I'm afraid you won't live another three years!"
"B-but... but, Immortal!" the old man being examined stammered in terror. "It's just my old cough. How could I have less than three years left?"
"Hmph! Do you doubt this humble Daoist?" the priest demanded coldly.
"Well..." The old man hesitated, unsure what to say, his face filled with dread.
"Ah, Old Liu! You'd better let