Drinking and Talking Merrily

Bai Anmin thought that this way, his disciple would at least be unable to sit still.

No matter what, this old man Fuqing hasn't interrogated him much yet. If he dies here...

These two disciples would be in a terrible predicament later, so I had to come up and check on them to prevent them from dying in the Pill Furnace.

What he didn't expect was that he allowed himself to be tempered by the alchemical fire here, and even made his injuries more serious in order to make it more realistic.

He looked like he was about to die, but the two disciples outside remained unmoved.

At first, Bai Anmin was able to remain calm.

But as time went by, he began to become somewhat doubtful and uncertain.

He didn't understand what was wrong with these two disciples, and why they didn't even bother to come up and check on him.

He wanted to get up and test the waters again.

But he also worried that if he got up, his plan would be exposed, and it would be even harder to fool the other party if he tried other methods later.

Moreover, he has already paid such a high price; if he were to give up now, he himself would be unsure of what to do.

Amidst this dilemma, half an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

Seeing that the two disciples outside were still calm and collected, Bai Anmin became increasingly anxious.

Just when he himself could no longer bear the scorching heat of the pill fire, the two disciples finally moved.

Upon seeing this, Bai Anmin was overjoyed. Had these two finally fallen for his trick?

However, before he could even consider his next plan, the words of the two disciples outside stunned him on the spot.

"Senior brother, are any of the Devil Race inside dead?"

"I don't know, but he'll probably be fine. Didn't Master tell us before he left that this guy would definitely play tricks after they left? He told us to keep an eye on him, and if he dies, then he's dead."

Both disciples opened their eyes and looked at the Pill Furnace in front of them.

Because of the covering fire, they couldn't see clearly what was happening to the Devil Race inside.

However, neither of them intended to investigate; they simply stayed outside.

Regardless of what Jiang Anhe is really like inside, they shouldn't even think about taking a single step forward.

Upon hearing this, Bai Anmin was stunned, and he clenched his fists involuntarily.

What's going on? I clearly behaved so badly in front of them yesterday.

Why did the old man specifically give such instructions before he left?

Was his performance not good enough, and the other party saw through it?

Thinking about this, he felt even more ashamed and annoyed.

From the very beginning, his thoughts had been seen through. Under such circumstances, he still continued to act on his own, making him seem like a fool.

As he thought this, the conversation between the two people outside that followed filled him with even more shame and anger.

"Speaking of which, Senior Fang was absolutely right. The seniors had barely left when this guy started causing trouble. Just as you guessed, he was trying to lure us forward so he could escape."

The disciple on the right shook his head, a hint of emotion in his voice.

"Senior Fang is indeed very insightful. This guy probably doesn't even realize that his thoughts have already been figured out."

Bai Anmin could hear the whispers between the two disciples clearly.

Hearing once again that Fang Zelin had seen through him only fueled his anger.

Isn't Fang Zelin his nemesis?

I've been tricked by this person time and time again!

"Ahead lies Azure Kite Ridge, the very place where Fellow Guangchengzi sought enlightenment."

Seeing the lush green mountains appear before her, Yunzi whispered something to Fang Zelin.

Upon hearing this, Fang Zelin looked up and saw several solitary houses on a small hill in front of Azure Kite Ridge.

Looking closely, there it was— the Changsong from yesterday—right in front of me.

Judging from the looks of it, this fellow Daoist only has this one disciple.

Before the fellow cultivators could even fly up to them, they had already begun to land one by one.

When they reached a hundred meters away from where Guangchengzi was cultivating, they all landed on the ground and then walked slowly.

After walking for a while, they arrived at the place of cultivation.

Changsong was already waiting outside the door, and bowed to greet everyone who arrived.

One by one, everyone bowed and came forward, then began to help handle all the matters.

Actually, seeing someone off isn't particularly complicated.

What Daoist Guangchengzi had was merely a thin coffin, inside which a new set of clothes was added, along with some bamboo slips.

There was nothing else besides that.

After the coffin was sent out and arrived at the burial site, Changsong started the work of laying the earth first, and then the other Daoists helped each other to gradually build up the grave.

The entire process of sending off the deceased and burying the dead was extremely simple.

Only after the grave was finally completed did a trace of sadness appear on the faces of the fellow cultivators.

"We've known each other for over a hundred years, yet I never imagined you would pass away before me. Since you're going ahead, please don't forget to come and meet me on my way."

Daoist Master Fuqing spoke first, and as he spoke, he took out a flask of old wine from his sleeve, poured a cup into the cups laid out in front of him, and then placed the whole flask of old wine in front of the tombstone.

The area in front of the tombstone was empty, except for the three characters "Guangchengzi" on it, which stood out.

Changsong knelt before the tombstone, perhaps wanting to say something to his master.

The fellow cultivators understood, and after expressing their own sentiments, they all turned and returned to their respective cultivation locations.

Only Changsong remained there.

Before leaving, Fang Zelin also took out a bottle of wine and placed it in front of the tombstone.

"I was unable to share a drink with you in this life, but if there is an opportunity in the next, I will certainly be able to drink and enjoy ourselves with you then."

After saying that, Fang Zelin followed Fellow Fuqing and the others.

"With the passing of Fellow Daoist Guangchengzi, only his junior Changsong, will remain here. He will be the only one cultivating here, and he will be quite lonely from now on."

"We who cultivate ourselves have no need to worry about such matters; cultivating alone is not a common occurrence."

As the group discussed, Fang Zelin stepped forward, having not yet properly surveyed his surroundings.

Looking around now, I realized that this place was even more rudimentary than my own Yingping Peak.

Upon seeing this, Fang Zelin couldn't help but sigh.

Among those who cultivate alone, it seems that their places of practice are all quite simple.

Some fellow practitioners may not even have a place to shelter from the wind and rain.