Longevity Martial Arts: I have a Mysterious Water Snake Avatar-Chapter 603 - 440 I have not done wrong, but I, I regret it! _2

If audio player doesn't work, press Reset or reload the page.

That was the first weapon Hong Yuan had given him…

The number one person in the mundane world.

Everyone's busy.

Being busy… being busy is good...

Le Congsheng felt tired.

So he slowly closed his eyes, wanting to just fall into a deep sleep.

It was at this moment that the juniors suddenly exclaimed, their eyes filled with surprise or shock as they looked at the visitor.

Every one of them straightened up, fearing they might make a bad impression on the guest. None dared to slack off.

The visitor was none other than Hong Yuan!

Hong Yuan was dressed in a black Taoist robe, looking at the closed-eyed Le Congsheng with a face full of concern.

"Brother Cong Sheng, I'm back," Hong Yuan said softly.

WHOOSH!

Hearing Hong Yuan's voice, Le Congsheng suddenly opened his eyes, a divine light flashing within them, bright and brilliant.

In that instant, all the dreary air around Le Congsheng was swept away. He felt his body brimming with an unprecedented vitality!

But Hong Yuan and Tang Baiwei couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Because this was clearly a terminal rally—a final, brilliant flare before death!

"Yuan!"

Le Congsheng exclaimed, leaping from his sickbed.

His thin, wrinkled hands unconsciously clenched, holding tightly onto Hong Yuan's strong right arm.

Looking at Hong Yuan, Le Congsheng's eyes shimmered with tears.

He had a thousand words he wanted to say to Hong Yuan, but when it came down to it, he didn't know what would be best to say.

Both had come from humble beginnings.

Le Congsheng now seemed like an oil lamp about to burn out, while Hong Yuan was still full of youthful vigor, with a bright future ahead.

Not to mention, the disparity between their status and strength was vast indeed!

"Yuan, would you walk with me?" Le Congsheng asked, his eyes filled with hope as he looked at Hong Yuan, his voice cautious, fearing Hong Yuan might refuse.

"Of course," Hong Yuan nodded gently, giving an affirmative response.

In an instant, vitality surged within Le Congsheng.

His complexion grew much rosier. He appeared so much more alive.

Le Congsheng tucked the unrated Tang Sword into his waist, dismissed everyone, and walked out with Hong Yuan, strolling and talking.

This burst of energy made the Le Family's younger generation both happy and anxious.

"Mother, do we really not need to follow? What if Dad has an accident..."

"No, no need. With your Uncle Hong Shi here, all is well!"

Tang Baiwei looked at Le Congsheng's figure with tear-filled eyes.

Even with so little time left, my old man is still planning for his descendants.

Upon reflection, an indescribable heaviness settled in Tang Baiwei's heart.

Cong Sheng, you've toiled too much for the family, far too much!

A light rain began to fall, PITTER-PATTER.

Although not a major disturbance, it still dampened spirits.

Viewing such weather, Hong Yuan gave a light sigh and circulated the True Essence within him.

"Rise!"

A Vermilion Bird Shadow flew from behind Hong Yuan, carrying blazing flames, soaring towards the sky, pushing back the clouds.

In a flash.

The Vermilion Bird cried out, and the weather pattern shifted.

The dark clouds immediately dispersed, the rain turning to clear skies.

The sun peered out, and brilliant rainbows arched across the sky.

"With a single thought, the world changes."

"Yuan, your cultivation has become even more profound."

"That's truly wonderful," Le Congsheng said, his voice full of envy as he looked at Hong Yuan, doing his best to straighten his spine.

Without waiting for Hong Yuan's response, Le Congsheng changed the subject himself. With a smile, he said, "Your time is so precious. I hope you won't hold it against me for wanting to spend this time with you."

My time is so precious… Hong Yuan thought, looking at the abundant Life Span of over twelve million years on his proficiency panel. He shook his head, his expression complex. "It's alright."

"Haha, that's good, that's good," Le Congsheng laughed heartily.

He stepped on the green stone stairs, crossed the puddles, and walked side by side with Hong Yuan, meandering through every corner of the Phoenix Creek Sect.

The Martial Arts Field, where he had first made his mark.

"Yuan, do you remember? It was right here that the aloof Xiao Youjun was overthrown by me, beaten to the ground. Looking at Xiao Youjun's pained face back then, I really felt so exhilarated, hahaha—"

"I remember. At that time, Bai Wei and I were cheering you on."

The Hundred Joy Tavern, for which Le Congsheng had striven his entire life.

"Back then, this place was just a small eatery. If you hadn't told me that everything has to start bit by bit, I'm afraid my family's foundation would have been utterly corrupted by those despicable and greedy cooks long ago."

"Cong Sheng, that was your own effort. It doesn't have much to do with me. At most, I only added a finishing touch. Even if I had personally taken on the task, I might not have done half as well as you."

The Yuan Peak Mountain Range, where the Opening Aperture Ceremony was held.

"Hahaha, I suddenly remember more than fifty years ago, that Chen Dongsheng, unaware of his limitations, insisted on entering the A-level area. In the end, he didn't even open his Aperture and became useless. If it weren't for that, I don't think I could have defeated him so easily!"

"That Chen Dongsheng was indeed quite foolish, lacking ability yet still trying to show off."

At one location after another, with every story Le Congsheng told, his face brimmed with smiles as he enthusiastically shared everything with Hong Yuan. Hong Yuan, gentle in his demeanor, responded to every word.

Unwittingly, they had reached the foot of Phoenix Imperial Peak.

Before Hong Yuan became the Master of Rainbow Fire Peak, he had lived in the disciple area of Phoenix Imperial Peak!

DING! DING! DING!

At that moment, a series of clear bell chimes rang out.

One by one, ordinary disciples wearing gray robes poured out from workshops in all directions, forming groups of three or five, and flocked towards the dining hall.