Cultivating Immortality, Starting from Childhood Sweethearts-Chapter 406 - Then You Can Try.

Arrays can be categorized into many different types.

One of the more niche branches is called “Engraving.”

As the name suggests, its primary function is to imprint a mark onto something, thereby claiming ownership over it.

However, Engraving runes are divided into two distinct types.

The first type imprints a personal mark onto an object—similar to refining an immortal weapon into one’s own life-bound treasure.

The second type links one object to another, allowing indirect control over it.

In most cases, the second type is more commonly used.

This is because treasures engraved with this method can be used by anyone, without placing excessive burden or risk on the cultivator.

After all, the stronger a treasure is, the greater its self-awareness. If an immortal weapon refuses to acknowledge you and you try to forcefully refine it, you’ll only end up dead—scattered in both body and soul.

Most sects and dynasties adopt the second method for their immortal weapons.

That’s why many sect leaders or emperors carry heirlooms passed down for generations.

These heirlooms serve as control artifacts for their immortal weapons, ensuring that when one person dies, there’s no need to refine them all over again—a process far too risky.

A formation of this scale is not something a minor faction could establish on its own.

There had to be a powerful force backing it.

And coincidentally, the faction behind this man with the twin-fish tattoo on his hand was certainly no small one.

But the question remained—what exactly were they trying to engrave?

After thinking it through, Zhou Wanfeng could only come up with one answer.

Something very simple.

The Dragon King’s Soar, which was about to be handed off from Donghai (East Sea) to Beihai (North Sea).

The stronger a cultivator becomes, the more they learn—because their higher cultivation allows them to travel to more places, live longer, and gain the strength necessary to uncover hidden truths.

Zhou Wanfeng was well aware of the Dragon King’s Soar.

She also understood its immense significance to the Four Seas.

But the issue was—this Dragon King’s Soar was the lifeblood of the Four Seas!

For countless years, the Four Seas had passed down the pillar without a single mishap.

No matter how powerful the faction behind this man was...

Did they really think they could just take the Dragon King’s Soar?

That was as ridiculous as an ant trying to carry off an iron rod—it would get crushed long before it succeeded.

Even in the most absurd scenario where they somehow managed to claim the pillar...

Then what?

The Four Seas would band together and obliterate them.

There wasn’t a single force in this world that could withstand the combined fury of the Four Seas.

As Zhou Wanfeng remained deep in thought, still trying to figure out their true intentions—

The man, with his back to her, suddenly spoke.

“You’ve been following me for quite a while now, miss. There’s no point in hiding any longer—why not just come out and say hello?”

Zhou Wanfeng paused, surprised.

She hadn’t expected her concealment spell to be detected.

Since she’d already been discovered, there was no need to keep hiding.

Stepping out from behind a tree, she deactivated her concealment spell, allowing her figure to appear in full view.

The man turned around with a faint smile.

“You’ve been following me for quite some time. What is it that you want?”

Zhou Wanfeng looked at him, the corner of her lips curving slightly.

“Oh, I was just following you because I thought you looked rather handsome, big brother~”

The man chuckled.

“Miss, let’s not joke around. I’m being quite serious here.”

“Alright then.” Zhou Wanfeng shrugged. “Since big brother has already noticed me, I’ll get straight to the point—what exactly are you guys up to here? This formation looks rather... interesting.” freeweɓnovel.cѳm

The man shook his head. “What we are doing here has nothing to do with you, miss. But you’ve been following us all this way—that’s a bit inappropriate, don’t you think?”

“Aiya, big brother, you’re really quite petty. I do admit that following you all this way wasn’t very proper of me. I realize my mistake now. So, you go ahead and enjoy yourself here—I’ll be taking my leave.”

With that, Zhou Wanfeng waved her hand, turned around, and made a move to leave.

“Since you’ve already come this far, miss, you might as well stay a little longer.”

As soon as the man’s words fell, countless vines erupted from the ground.

The trees around them shifted positions, forming a formation in the blink of an eye.

Even if Zhou Wanfeng wanted to fly away, there was no way out.

A dense mist spread, enveloping the entire mountaintop, leaving Zhou Wanfeng with only one clear sight—this man standing before her.

Zhou Wanfeng locked eyes with him. “I originally thought you were from the Twin Fish Sect. But I didn’t expect you to be skilled in such techniques. Tell me—what exactly is your connection to Endmountain?”

The man was briefly taken aback before chuckling. “You sure know quite a lot, miss. May I ask for your name?”

Zhou Wanfeng clasped her hands together in front of her. “Zhou Wanfeng. Though that name has been lost to time for over a thousand years.”

The man’s eyes flickered with surprise—he had clearly heard of that name before.

“So, you’re that Senior Zhou.” The man removed the mask covering his face and bowed slightly. “I am Long Hai of Endmountain. A pleasure to meet you, miss. But I’m afraid... today, you won’t be leaving here alive.”

Zhou Wanfeng’s eyes curved into a playful arc. “Oh? Then you’re welcome to try.”

—

Meanwhile, in the Dragon Palace, the music and dancing continued uninterrupted.

The palace had prepared quite the entertainment lineup.

Beyond the dancers, seasoned musicians from Beihai (North Sea) were performing a variety of instrumental pieces.

Xu Ming and the others watched the royal performances while drinking and feasting.

To be honest, the entire banquet was incredibly enjoyable—almost like watching a grand gala, except the quality of this one was leagues beyond anything ordinary.

Zhu Cici and Ao Yin’er sat beside Xu Ming.

Ao Yin’er had been chatting with Xu Ming nonstop, clearly eager to keep the conversation going.

On the other hand, Zhu Cici had been trying to join in, but she just couldn’t find the right moment.

Every time she was about to speak, Ao Yin’er—whether intentionally or not—would always manage to keep the conversation flowing with Xu Ming.

At first, Zhu Cici felt a bit annoyed by it.

But as time went on...

Listening to the way Ao Yin’er talked to Xu Ming, she realized something—the East Sea princess was surprisingly naive and straightforward.

She didn’t seem to have any ill intentions at all.

She was just genuinely happy to chat with Xu Ming, and the questions she asked were refreshingly innocent.

As for her feelings toward Xu Ming... they didn’t seem romantic in the slightest.

Xu Ming, in turn, treated her more like a little sister.

By the time she realized all this, Zhu Cici actually started feeling a little embarrassed about the hostility she had felt toward the princess earlier.

“Xu Ming.”

Summoning a bit of courage, Zhu Cici finally spoke up, hoping to get a word in.

But at that very moment—

Xu Ming stood up.