Longevity: Starting with Only One Life, Cultivation Depends Entirely on Survival

Zhou Churen died just like that.

He died in public.

First the heart died, then the body died.

Zhou Churen's master rushed up first, holding Zhou Churen's body and circulating his spiritual power, trying to save his life.

But it was in vain.

The gray-haired master glanced at Jiang Mu, and finally murmured, dragging Zhou Churen's body away.

"It's all his own choice of path, who am I qualified to blame..."

"Who can I blame..."

The light words came into Jiang Mu's ears.

But it exploded in his heart like a bolt from the blue.

Yes, it's all the path chosen by each of them... who can I blame?

Li Xiaotong chose to join the Seven-Colored Cloud Sect and chose to fight.

To get the protection of the Seven-Colored Cloud Sect, naturally you have to pay something accordingly, even your life.

This was the path Li Xiaotong chose from the beginning.

Maybe she thought of such a day after she went to the battlefield... 33 Novel Network

Just like Zhou Churen's crazy persistence.

I can definitely link Li Xiaotong's death to the Seven-Colored Cloud Sect, but ask yourself, is this really the case?

I have only lived for nearly three thousand years. Judging from the lifespan of a cultivator, I am still young and ignorant.

There are many cultivators in the Divine Bridge Realm right now. Who can say who has experienced the most painful things?

This is not a theory of cause and effect at all. It's just bad luck.

It's simply because of the path I chose that I lost my life.

Jiang Mu looked up and saw the disciples and elders of the Seven-Colored Cloud Sect with different expressions. They stood silently, but no one chose to retreat.

Even the eyes looking at me were full of deep fear.

Suddenly, Jiang Mu remembered the Tianwei Saint who destroyed and disturbed the world. That day, he was like me, right?

In the end, what is the difference between my behavior today and his?

In fact, there is no difference between cultivators.

Dying for the sect, what a familiar way...

Jiang Mu thought of those elders who were willing to die for Qingluan Hongchen, and thought of the sect master Zhu Yizi.

But at the critical moment, Li Xiaotong did not choose to withdraw from Qicaixiamen like those disciples of Qingluan Hongchen.

Even if part of it was for herself and part of it was for the sect.

But from another perspective, Li Xiaotong is worthy of her identity as a disciple of Qicaixiamen.

Everyone is right, just standing on the opposite side of each other.

The strong have absolute strength, and naturally can do whatever they want.

But Jiang Mu is a little confused.

Is what he has to do is to kill them all?

Is this the revenge he avenged for Xiaotong?

Let the sect she fought for be destroyed by her elders?

What kind of revenge is this?

Jiang Mu laughed, laughed loudly, and then laughed crazily.

The cultivators of the Seven-Colored Cloud Sect were confused and all of them were nervous, as if they were facing a great enemy, fearing that Jiang Mu would go crazy.

However, the wretched old ancestor of the Seven-Colored Cloud Sect at the front had already understood.

It turned out that the descendants of the person in front of him had joined the Seven-Colored Cloud Sect and died in the battle with the Slanting Sword Sect.

But the wretched old ancestor could not understand why such a powerful cultivator would not bring his descendants with him to teach.

"Daoyou, the dead cannot be resurrected, please accept my condolences."

"We are deeply sorry for the unexpected encounter of your junior."

"But, she is also a disciple of our Qicaixia Sect. She died for the sect. Her name should be in the ancestral temple."

The wretched old ancestor bowed to Jiang Mu to apologize, and then said in a sonorous and powerful voice:

"We will not favor any disciple who has contributed to the sect."

"If our Qicaixia Sect wins the battle with Xiejian Sect, then everyone will share the happiness;"

"If we lose, let alone the death and injury of some disciples, I and the elders will be the first to sacrifice for the sect!"

Jiang Mu laughed almost crazily, and finally stopped because of the wretched old man's words.

He stared at the wretched old man fiercely, making his scalp numb.

After a long time, Jiang Mu said in a deep voice:

"Okay, I can spare your Qicaixia Sect, but you will double the spiritual stones you cheated me of!"

Finally, Jiang Mu figured everything out temporarily.

The death of Li Xiaotong and Zhou Churen made him realize his ignorance and limitations.

The Qicaixia Sect can be destroyed, but not for no reason.

At least it cannot be destroyed in his hands.

This is the promise he made to Li Xiaotong in his heart.

"That's natural, that's natural..."

The wretched old man heaved a sigh of relief when he heard this, and immediately took out a storage ring, which contained the spiritual stones returned to Jiang Mu.

After receiving the spiritual stones, Jiang Mu did not stay, and turned into a stream of purple light and disappeared into the sky.

Although he no longer had the intention to kill the Qicaixia Sect, Jiang Mu did not have any good feelings for it.

He just saw some familiar shadows.

Jiang Mu turned into a stream of light and hurried on his way, not to other places, but to the Xiejian Sect.

Although his thoughts were somewhat clear, Jiang Mu also found that he was not rational and mature enough, but blood debts must be repaid with blood.

But Jiang Mu did not go to kill Xie Jianmen, but only to kill the Shenqiao realm cultivator who caused Li Xiaotong's death.

From the perspective of Xie Jianmen, they were just fighting for their side, what was wrong with them?

It was just a different standpoint.

There was no right or wrong, good or bad, and many fights between cultivators were because of different standpoints.

So Jiang Mu's reason for killing that cultivator was also very simple: different positions, blood debt must be paid with blood.

………

One morning five days later, when the spiritual mist was filled, Jiang Mu returned to the wine stall.

Just like usual, he did not bring anything.

Cao Leping, who was sitting in front of the stall, saw Jiang Mu and asked, "Did you take revenge?"

Jiang Mu smiled faintly: "Yes."

"It's good that it's taken revenge."

"How many people did you kill?"

Jiang Mu replied: "I killed one, but accidentally injured a few."

It was almost the same as Jiang Mu's plan. The cultivator of the Divine Bridge Realm just casually hit Li Xiaotong, and Jiang Mu just casually hit him, and nailed him to death in the pit.

The knife was very fast, and it should be very painful when he left, and he didn't even cry out.

Cao Leping nodded, lowered his head and stopped talking.

Jiang Mu also walked into the wine stall, sat down side by side with him, and looked at the street scene.

"Xiao Zhou is gone too."

Jiang Mu's lips moved slightly.

"Suicide?"

Cao Leping turned his head to look at Jiang Mu.

"Yeah." Jiang Mu nodded.

Cao Leping said in a muffled voice: "I can guess."

"This child has problems all over his body, nothing is good, the only advantage is that he is too good to Xiaotong."

"But it's good this way, one pair above the ground, and one pair underground."

After that, there was another long silence.

"Will you leave in the future?"

Cao Leping asked again.

Jiang Mu looked up at the sky: "I can't leave for the time being."

"But if I can leave, I guess I will leave."

"Where to go?"

"To find old friends, to find the path of cultivation."

"That's good."

Hearing this, Cao Leping nodded, and suddenly said: "Then when you leave, remember to bury me in a good place."

"Why?"

Jiang Mu asked back.

"The path of cultivation is too long, I'm afraid I can't go on."

"Then what do you want to do?"

"I think I want to sell spirit wine for the rest of my life..."

"It's good to be ordinary."

Cao Leping smiled, and at this moment, the spirit that had been suppressed for many days was relaxed.

"I'm tired of selling spirit wine."

"I'm going to change my career now. Selling formations is more profitable."

"Then think about some things carefully..."

Jiang Mu stood up, looked at the rising sun, and sighed: "Whose life is not confused..."

"Old Cao, is your life confused?"

Jiang Mu suddenly turned his head and asked.

Cao Leping touched his chin, thinking, and then nodded frantically:

"Confused, especially confused!"

PS: Some people say that the previous chapter is not well written. Here I declare: It may be the first time the author writes fantasy, the writing is not good, the expression is problematic, and the coding time is rushed, and it failed to achieve the expected effect.

I want to write about the mentality change process of a cultivator's growth. Although the protagonist is immortal, from the current timeline, he is no different from ordinary cultivators. He has only lived for about three thousand years. He is far from the mentality that an immortal should have. He will also be impulsive, regretful, angry, afraid, and even passionate; he wants to be in the limelight after living for a long time.

If we compare the mentality, the average Shenqiao realm can live up to 9,000 years. Isn't the mentality much more stable than the protagonist?

Even if it is the same longevity article, the longevity described by different authors is not exactly the same.

After the precipitation of time, the mentality of the longevity person naturally reveals itself at a certain stage.

Of course, the most important thing is that writing is to make you happy. If you readers think highly of me, you can give me a free gift; if you are very unhappy, you can also throw this book away, or even report it.

Finally, this chapter was coded at 4:35 in the morning. Please forgive me for disturbing you.

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