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As Ruo Shui Laozu and Zhao Yang's group hurried towards Xuanfo Temple, they discussed the current chaos in the cultivation world.
To the east of the Five Elements Continent lay a wasteland, inhabited by only a few. The west was a desert where some powerful beasts could survive. The south was home to the demon race, where beasts roamed freely and nature thrived, a place uninhabited by humans. Meanwhile, Zhongzhou, once suitable for human habitation, had plunged into turmoil, with chaos reigning as various factions rose to power. Countless demons from the Tribulation Period awakened by the Ginseng King wreaked havoc, and many cities in Three Thousand King City had fallen, leaving billions of common people struggling to survive.
"Little do they know, cultivators are the greatest harm to the common folk," Zhao Yang sighed inwardly. Suddenly recalling something, he asked, "Ruo Shui Laozu, how did you come to know about the method of entering a deep slumber for thousands of years without dying?"
Zhao Yang had always been curious about this. As someone who had crossed over from Earth, he understood that many things should be based on scientific principles, especially regarding human physiology. Although the cultivation world was a magical realm where one could delay aging through slumber, it did not stop it entirely. He could believe that a remaining lifespan of ten years could be extended by a hundred through sleep, but extending it for ten thousand years seemed implausible. Most importantly, he had never encountered any method related to delaying aging through slumber in One Hundred Thousand Volumes of Books.
Ruo Shui Laozu was taken aback by Zhao Yang's question. Yes, why did he possess such a method?
Suddenly clutching his head in pain, Ruo Shui Laozu grimaced as intense agony caused the veins on his forehead to bulge. He quickly suppressed his memories and said weakly, "It was a woman who found me and taught me this method. She also told me about the rumors of the King of Participation Becomes a Saint and Heavenly Herb Immortal. But I can't remember what the method for slumber was or who that woman was. She wore red clothing—no, black. All I know is that she was incredibly powerful."
Hearing Ruo Shui Laozu's words, everyone felt a heavy weight in their hearts. If even Ruo Shui Laozu from the Tribulation Period couldn't see through this person, how strong must she be? She had caused countless experts to enter slumber only to awaken simultaneously in this lifetime—what could her purpose be? Was it merely to have them compete for a newly awakened ginseng?
Zhao Yang couldn't make sense of it either and sighed again. "This world has always been woven with conspiracies and lies; when soldiers come, we block them; when water comes, we bury it with earth. There will always be a way to resolve things."
Before they knew it, Xuanfo Temple was already in sight, and from afar, they saw Long Xiao Wu laughing heartily as he approached.
"Zhao Yang! You finally made it! I've been waiting for you for so long!"
Seeing Long Xiao Wu vibrant and full of life before him brought joy to Zhao Yang's heart. Long Xiao Wu was one of his best friends; they had grown together from fledgling Qi Refinement Stage cultivators through numerous trials and tribulations, becoming an indispensable part of each other's lives.
"Your injuries have not only healed but you've also stepped into Nascent Soul Stage?" Zhao Yang was surprised at Long Xiao Wu's rapid advancement. However, considering he belonged to the dragon race—naturally stronger than humans—and had been suppressing his cultivation level all along, it made sense that he had now reached Nascent Soul Stage like himself.
Long Xiao Wu nodded and said, "It was Mindful Monk and my brothers who saved me. My injuries were severe enough to break the last seal within me directly, leading to a significant boost in my cultivation! From now on, I won't have to worry about advancing too quickly!"
"Ha ha, so it's that Chubby from back then," the Elder recalled as Zhao Yang mentioned Long Xiao Wu. He remembered that Chubby had been quite close to Zhao Yang during their time at the Myriad Spirit Sect.
"Xiao Wu, how have you been all these years?" Ji Wudao asked cheerfully. It had been several years since they fled from the Myriad Spirit Sect, and Long Xiao Wu had grown much sturdier, his youthful features fading, and his cultivation had advanced significantly, far surpassing Ji Wudao's talent.
"I'm doing well. It's been a long time, Brother Ji," Long Xiao Wu replied casually.
Zhao Yang furrowed his brows slightly and asked nonchalantly, "Xiao Wu, I suddenly remembered a question I once asked you. It was during the New Year, and there was only a pig and a donkey left at home, but you could only kill one. Which one do you think should be killed first?"
Long Xiao Wu stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Did you ask that? You should kill the donkey first, right?"
"Why?" Zhao Yang calmly turned around, signaling Zhao Tianlang to pull back with his men.
"Because donkey meat is more plentiful," Long Xiao Wu answered.
"Oh," Zhao Yang replied. "The pig thinks the same."
Both He Qing and Liu Rou couldn't help but laugh at Zhao Yang, but suddenly a hint of fear flashed in their eyes as they shouted, "Watch out!"
In an instant, Long Xiao Wu struck towards the back of Zhao Yang's head with a palm, shouting, "Dare to play tricks on me? You should be the one to die first!"
However, Zhao Yang's figure shattered into illusions, and as Long Xiao Wu struck empty air, he hesitated for a moment before hearing a rush of wind above him.
A massive hammer descended from the sky. With a cold snort, Long Xiao Wu punched upward. A crack appeared on the hammer's surface, but blood also splattered from his hand as his legs sank into the ground.
"This hammer is strange!?" Long Xiao Wu exclaimed as he slapped his palm and jumped away from the muddy ground.
Zhao Yang, facing the figure resembling Long Xiao Wu, shouted angrily, "Who are you really, and why are you pretending to be Xiao Wu?"
Long Xiao Wu laughed heartily and replied, "You clearly have everything figured out. How can you be so sure that I am not Long Xiao Wu?"
The Elder spoke up, "It's simple. Although Zhao Yang calls Wudao 'brother,' he is actually the leader of the Myriad Spirit Sect. As someone who hasn't seen him for three years, shouldn't you address him as 'Sect Leader'? Furthermore, you should be surprised to see me still alive."
"Oh, so that's how it is. Then it's not really a matter of my acting skills; who knew there was this backstory between you?" Long Xiao Wu's voice suddenly changed, and his body began to shrink slowly into a cute little boy. He fluttered his big eyes at Zhao Yang and said, "Isn't that right, brother?"
Zhao Yang replied, "Even if your demeanor and actions are similar, you cannot mimic Xiao Wu's habits. When he thinks, he touches the back of his head, not his chin. After all, you're bald—a hideous bald man—who has no habit of touching a shiny head. Moreover, you cannot replicate a person's aura!"
Suddenly, tears welled up in the little boy's eyes. He pointed at Zhao Yang and said, "I do have hair! I'm quite good-looking! Why do you call me a hideous bald man?"
Zhao Yang scoffed, "A person who has lived for ten thousand years is still fixated on their appearance? Living in the shadow of ugliness and hatred all your life while finding pleasure in killing—don't you think that's a lonely and pitiful existence?"
"I... I’m not lonely or pitiful! I have many friends! I have lots of money and treasures! Look!" The little boy's emotions flared as he waved his hand, summoning dozens of children who rushed in to surround him with affectionate expressions.
"You are not just pitiful; you're also a pervert!" the Elder couldn't help but spit out.
"I'm not a pervert! Why do you call me that?" The little boy's eyes turned red with anger. His arms trembled slightly, and the surrounding children were shattered into pieces. He lifted off the ground on his toes as his hair suddenly grew wild. His robe billowed without wind, and purple veins like maggots bulged on his face, making a squirming sound.
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