Zhang Jian was summoned by the man and came to the five thunderbolts, along with the three thousand forbidden troops, all of whom were killed. However, the Xuanji Dan, a heavenly treasure, was not destroyed by the thunder fire, but was taken away by Lu Peng unintentionally. Of course, Mo Zi Chen did not know any of this. At this time, she had already transferred the man to the mountain valley where she had previously lived.

  She had thought that the place would be devastated, but when she went back to take a look, apart from the fact that the pond had become flat ground, everything else was just as it used to be, as if all those things that happened before were just an illusion. But she knew that they were real, not fake, and she had seen them with her own eyes.

  Was the Taoist who ascended to heaven from the stone cave also an immortal?

  She placed the man in the cave where she had previously lived, squatting beside him and watching as he seemed to be falling into a deep sleep. However, his face was no longer pale and bloodless like before. After checking his pulse, it was steady and calm, without any problems. It was just that his vital energy was somewhat weak.

  Mo Zi Chen leaned on her chin and thought for a moment, seemingly there was no great supplement. The few fruits she picked from the mountain wall that day seemed to be quite useful after eating, but she only got one, which had already gone down her stomach, and there were no more left.

  It turns out that after that incident, that little guy suddenly ran away, what an ungrateful fellow.

  She was lost in thought when she suddenly felt something biting her pant leg, looked down and couldn't help but laugh, reached out and grabbed the back of its neck, picking it up, "You little thing, dare to come back?"

  Chirping and squeaking, its small paws waving non-stop, as if it's saying that it has a bitter heart.

  Mo Zi Chen had seen a lot, and was already immune to the little guy's deliberately bitter attitude. He waved his hand and said, "You go find something that can nourish your vitality, hmm, like that fruit you gave me last time."

  The little face twisted in a bitter expression, and after rolling around on the ground for a few circles, it ran out, but only for a moment. It then returned with a twig in its mouth, on which were tied seven round, purple fruits about the size of longans. The fragrance wafted up to her nose. Mo Zi Chen's fingers moved rapidly as she ate two first, and indeed they melted in her mouth, leaving a lingering aftertaste. Afterwards, she stuffed the remaining ones into that man's mouth.

  It wasn't until the sun had begun to set again that the man finally opened his eyes. After waking up, he subconsciously felt around to his left and right. Mo Zi Chen couldn't help but curl her lip: "Don't worry, no one has stolen your luggage." She pointed with her hand, just behind the man, on a protruding rock.

  The man closed his eyes slightly, seemed to have adjusted his breath for a moment, and then said: "Thank you."

  Mo Zi Chen shook his head: "It should be me thanking you, if it wasn't for you, I would have been caught by those people long ago, and who knows what would have happened to me. You saved me once, and now I've saved you, so we're even, no one needs to mention thanks again."

  She spoke quickly and urgently, her voice as clear and pleasant as the song of a yellow oriole, leaving no opportunity for the men to refute her. Until she finished speaking, the man shook his head: "As a Taoist priest, I have never owed a favor to an ordinary person. Alright, I can agree to one thing with you, whatever you want to do, as long as I can do it, I will follow your wishes."

  He also said: "After finishing this matter, I will return to the mountain. You and I are destined to part ways here."

  Mo Zi Chen looked somewhat despondent, "I don't have anything I want to do..." She shook her head: "I'm just a young woman, neither wanting to rule the world nor having any interest in grand ambitions, only wanting to be with my parents, but now they're both dead." She spread out her hands: "Can you bring them back to life?"

  The man remained silent.

  Mo Zi Chen said at this time: "I have also heard the rumors of Jiang Hu, that immortals and mortals are different paths. However, if I also want to become the same as you, then we can be considered fellow travelers, right?" A sly smile appeared in her eyes, "I remember you saying that I also have a spiritual root, isn't that so?"

  The man's gaze calmed down, like the eternal and unchanging mountains and rivers. He looked at Mo Zi Chen for a long time before saying: "You probably think that I can kill those people with the Five Thunder Heaven Seal technique, and it looks very powerful and domineering. However, the days of cultivation are far from as glorious as you imagine."

  "He said in a low, solemn tone: 'That is an immeasurably long period of time. You will experience boundless loneliness and desolation, endure isolation and melancholy, to seek the elusive Great Way of Longevity.'"

  Mo Zi Chen heard the deeply hidden sorrow in his words, and at this moment, the man who had once intimidated her seemed to suddenly become closer.

  "She couldn't help but say: 'So you're saying this is a road of no return?'"

  The man shook his head: "Those who can cultivate the Great Dao are not without people, but this is a path full of thorns. Are you sure you have the confidence to walk to the end?"

  Mo Zi Chen raised her head, and in this moment, the stubbornness she inherited from her parents seemed to be reignited in her heart. "A hundred years of life is nothing but a fleeting autumn breeze. The changing flags on the city walls are probably just a joke to you cultivators. As an immortal, one who surpasses mortals, since I have the fortune to come into contact with this world, if I don't try my best, how can I be at peace?"

  She bowed her head towards the man and said: "Please think thrice!"

  The man slightly closed his eyes, "Alright, consider this a favor I owe you. Your parents are ordinary people, yet they were able to give birth to someone with a spiritual root like yours, it's indeed a rare opportunity." He tossed out a jade slip, "From now on, you will be a registered disciple of the Taihua branch of my Jiu Hua Xian Sect!"

  Mo Zi Chen raised his head, somewhat puzzled. The man said: "The master of my Taihua lineage has passed away, and our sect still has no one in charge, so it is impossible to take you as a disciple for the time being. You can only remember your name first, and wait until the major events of our sect are settled before discussing your status."

  Mo Zi Chen uttered an "oh" and felt that the sect she had joined was a bit strange.

  He said: "I have been meditating here for several days, and I will soon rush to the East China Sea to find a friend. This is a major event in our sect and cannot be delayed. You take this jade token and go to pay your respects to the master."

  "Hey, are you going to let me go alone?" Mo Zi Chen couldn't help but shout.

  The man shook his head: "I have something important to do, you are a mortal, can't resist the power of the heavenly wind, and I can't take you with me on the flight. The jade symbol has indicated the route, so go by yourself." After saying that, he picked up the wooden box, sat cross-legged, and his expression suddenly became serious, as if he didn't hear or ask about anything outside.