Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

In the southwest direction.

An endless expanse of black swamp.

The glow of the teleportation array gradually brightened.

A handsome figure dressed in black, resembling a graceful young man, slowly stepped out of the teleportation array.

It was indeed Lu Yuansheng.

He looked up at the distance.

A towering statue with 24 arms stretched out.

Uncannily, these 24 arms were raised and met in front of it.

It was as if the palms of the statue were delicately holding something.

The figure in the statue’s hand gave off a heavy fragrance of blood energy and remained motionless.

Despite being grotesquely massive and lying in repose, it exuded an eerie, looming presence!

If it weren’t for the obvious hole in its forehead and the dry blood stains, Lu Yuansheng might have thought it was still alive.

“Pang Xiao…”

Lu Yuansheng couldn’t help being shocked internally.

However, he immediately suppressed all his emotions upon hearing Ning Daohuan’s relaxed and content voice behind him.

“Have you arrived? How about the people of the Incense Fire Dao, are they easy to handle?”

Turning around quickly, Lu Yuansheng respectfully greeted Ning Daohuan who was strolling down from the top of the statue.

No emotion could be observed on his face.

“Responding to the Sect Hierarch, these people indeed practice bizarre tactics, yet thanks to the ‘Blood Bone Saint Venerable’ bestowed by you, I managed to decapitate two just by chance.”

“Unfortunately, my mana wasn’t sufficient, allowing the other four to escape. Worse still, they have mixed up with the people of the five sects.”

There was no hint of blame on Ning Daohuan’s face, he simply nodded and said,

“Since you have just entered the Golden Core stage and have been able to command the Blood Bone Saint Venerable to such an extent, it is already very commendable.”

He then sighed, “It’s just a pity about Elder Ju and the others.”

Lu Yuansheng remained silent.

Previously, Ning Daohuan had killed Pang Xiao of the Mountain Sea Sect, provoking the wrath of the cultivators from the five sects of the Chen State.

Under the combined forces of more than 20 Golden Core Masters, even Ning Daohuan didn’t dare to directly confront them.

Although Ning Daohuan managed to evade their attack, the Golden Core Masters of the Tianmen Cult, who recently exhausted their powers in besieging Pang Xiao, were incapable of avoiding it. In one exchange, they were decapitated by the opposition.

If Ning Daohuan hadn’t protected them in time, their corpses wouldn’t have remained intact.

Ning Daohuan, having regained some of his mana and being an Immortal Master of the Nascent Soul, soon turned the tables and forced the cultivators of the Chen State’s five sects to retreat, allowing him to escape successfully.

Unable to catch up, the cultivators from the five sects of the Chen State had to fall back.

“By the way, I received a message not long ago that disciples from our Sect have spotted a group from East Saint Sect heading west. It seems like they are planning to abandon this place.”

Ning Daohuan asked with a smile, “What are your thoughts?”

Lu Yuansheng remained reverent, “They are wise, otherwise if they stay any longer, their death will be certain.”

“But we must be cautious. Ji Lan is cunning and calculating, and it’s unpredictable whether he intentionally showed us this move, only to secretly sneak back.”

Ning Daohuan nodded slightly,

“You’re right. Then I’ll leave this task to you. Oh, and you did a good job luring the tiger away from the mountain.”

Lu Yuansheng froze upon hearing this but maintained his composure,

“I didn’t do well. It’s just that Cheng Shu is too foolish. He thought no one would find out, but in fact, I have never trusted him. This time, I purposely leaked some ‘secrets’ in front of him, and he immediately reported it to East Saint Sect.”

“To observe people’s hearts and manipulate them is no simple feat. If you can learn and use it well, I will be able to entrust you with all matters of our Sect after my demise.”

Ning Daohuan stated with a shake of his head.

“Sect Hierarch, you are at the pinnacle of your life and can enjoy a lifespan of ten thousand years. You speak too soon.”

For once, an indescribable expression of admiration showed on Lu Yuansheng’s face as he hastily responded.

Yet, Ning Daohuan waved dismissively, lamenting,

“Ten thousand years… ha! In Fenglin Continent, how many people can live for ten thousand years?”

“That’s just wishful thinking!”

“Our Tianmen Cult’s four True Methods of Nascent Soul’s Dao all directly point to the supreme Dharma of Nascent Soul.”

“Unfortunately, at my stage, I came to understand the limitations of these four True Methods.”

“Limitations?”

Lu Yuansheng curiously inquired.

This was the first time he’d heard Ning Daohuan talk about Nascent Soul’s Dao.

And Ning Daohuan, in his rare state of openness, explained with a sigh,

“The four True Methods indeed point to the wonderful way of Nascent Soul’s Dao.”

“But let’s not beat around the bush, it treads the path of Demon Dao, taking lives of others for personal gain, sacrificing the world to benefit oneself.”

“It has quick momentum, great power, bizarre techniques, and is beyond the reach of ordinary cultivators.”

“But since every gain involves a loss, these advantages become disadvantages after reaching the Golden Core stage.”

“The difficulty of cultivation progress becomes insurmountable.”

“Therefore, despite our Sect having twenty Golden Cores, there is only one Nascent Soul cultivator, me.”

“With my talent, even after reaching the early stage of Nascent Soul, I’ve already exhausted everything. I fear it’ll be too difficult to advance any further in my remaining eight hundred years.”

“Perhaps, this is my fate!”

Upon hearing Ning Daohuan’s words, Lu Yuansheng was truly taken aback.

This was the first time he’d heard Ning Daohuan share these secrets so openly with him.

And for the first time, he became aware of the major drawbacks of Tianmen Cult’s cultivation methods.