Cut Off from the News
"The Great Jin Dynasty has only been established for a little over two hundred years, and this incident in the border town happened after the Great Jin Dynasty was established. How come we've never heard those people from all walks of life mention it?"
Everything else is fine, but the matter in this remote border town is rather strange.
Fang Zelin had never heard of it from anywhere else.
"What's the big deal? News traveled much slower in ancient times, and the Great Jin Dynasty was newly established. The streets were chaotic, there were many outlaws, and news was extremely scarce."
"If you go to a remote town and ask some elderly people, they might hear some news from the older generation, but in other places, you basically won't hear any news."
"This kind of thing happens often even where we live. We're very well-informed, but you can't possibly see news from every place. You couldn't possibly see everything even if you wanted to."
Li Tongming smacked his lips and said with some emotion.
Fang Zelin nodded repeatedly at these words.
Putting aside everything else, let's just talk about Ten Thousand Blades Peak.
Fang Zelin only learned that lightning liked to strike mountaintops while he was climbing down.
I hadn't heard of this before.
Furthermore, it's true that information was scarce in ancient times.
In other words, these people were scattered in various places when they came in, but after returning, they were able to gather the information and facilitate communication.
Otherwise, it would be virtually impossible to obtain more accurate information.
Much of the news likely circulates only in smaller, localized areas.
Of course, unless something truly extraordinary has happened, someone would take the news away and spread it.
But if that's the case, doesn't that mean he'll have to travel around more and ask around in order to find out more information?
"If that's the case, then seeking immortality is truly extremely difficult."
Fang Zelin picked up the teacup in front of him, took a sip, and then sighed.
To be fair, the players really did their best, managing to find so much information that he didn't know before.
However, even with so many players searching diligently, they still couldn't find a definite cultivator.
However, Fang Zelin knew in his heart that cultivating immortality was not that simple.
Putting aside everything else, there's just one book on Qi Refining.
Each book offers only one chance to be used for cultivation. If cultivation is successful, the Qi Refining book will automatically turn to ashes.
This was something Fang Zelin had witnessed firsthand.
This isn't like those martial arts manuals that everyone can share, look at, and practice together.
In comparison, cultivating immortality is several times more difficult than practicing martial arts.
"It's definitely difficult, but it seems like you can't force these things. It all depends on fortuitous opportunity. Anyway, I don't force things anymore."
Previously, he had pursued it with great enthusiasm.
But after spending several months trying and failing to find the right approach, they gave up.
There's nothing we can do about it; how can we accept spending several months and accomplishing nothing?
However, to be honest, modern people generally don't have that much patience, especially when something like this can't be 100% confirmed.
Fang Zelin glanced at Li Tongming in front of him upon hearing this.
According to what he said before, he should be preparing for the scientific expedition.
I don't know if the other party will succeed in the end.
He hasn't yet learned the Law Technique of physiognomy, so he can't possibly predict someone's future just by looking at their face.
"Sigh, it's really strange that we haven't found the so-called immortal after searching for so long."
Fang Zelin sighed as he thought of this.
"That's what they say, but why do you speak so formally?"
Li Tongming gave Fang Zelin a strange look.
He felt that when he talked to Fang Zelin, the other person spoke as if he were a local native.
"After staying here for a while, you get a little assimilated. Actually, you've been assimilated a bit too, you just haven't realized it yet."
Fang Zelin didn't think anything of what the other person said.
It's like when you speak Mandarin for a long time, you start to forget some of your hometown dialect.
Li Tongming thought about it and realized that he had indeed been assimilated quite a bit.
"I have something to attend to, so I won't keep you any longer. Goodbye!"
Li Tongming didn't say anything more. He had already talked to the other party quite a bit, and he still had other things to take care of.
Seeing this, Fang Zelin didn't stop the other person. He said "good" and watched them leave.
After the other party left, Fang Zelin took out his money, paid the bill, and didn't leave immediately.
There's nothing much going on with Yingping Peak for the time being, so Fang Zelin wants to gather more information here.
Fang Zelin had already made inquiries about this area extensively last year.
At that time, few people knew about the existence of cultivators. Even after returning to inquire again, they still couldn't find out any useful information.
It's not as good as Li Tongming from before; the other side had more information.
After searching around for a while without getting any useful information, Fang Zelin sighed.
Then they walked back towards Yingping Peak.
"According to what Li Tongming said before, the most recent incident occurred in a border town, suspected to be a battle of magic. We just don't know who the cultivators were fighting, or what the outcome was?"
As Fang Zelin walked back towards Yingping Peak, he pondered to himself.
Then, a series of thoughts began to wander in my mind.
He was curious about the reason for this battle of wits.
Judging from Li Tongming's description, it seems to be a battle between cultivators and Demon Race?
Judging from the scene, that's certainly the case. It's unclear whether any cultivators have fallen, but several have definitely been injured.
The unknown guy on the other side didn't seem to have gotten away with it either.
"For someone like us who has only just begun cultivating, if we were to encounter a battle like this, getting involved would likely mean certain death."
Thinking of this, Fang Zelin couldn't help but say something to Bearing the Heavens behind him.
He's only been cultivating immortality for a short time; let's give him at most a year.
A year of spiritual practice.
To be honest, Fang Zelin himself felt that any demon with decades of cultivation could easily defeat him.
Upon hearing Fang Zelin's words, Bearing the Heavens felt somewhat Qi Ingestion and made a few buzzing sounds, indicating that he could go up and fight.
Fang Zelin understood Bearing the Heavens's meaning and quickly tried to comfort him.
"You haven't mastered your cultivation yet, so you still need to work hard at it. Don't think you're so great just because you haven't achieved anything yet!"
Bearing the Heavens Fang Zelin.
I wonder if the other party misunderstood my last words about how misfortune could be a blessing in disguise, and fortune could be a misfortune in disguise. Right now, I have all sorts of ideas about causing trouble to benefit myself.